My pronouns for today are WHAT FUCK and Triumphant Skipjack.
Month: August 2019
GT
Greta Thunberg is the only person I am aware of thinking reasonably and collectedly about her own future. No one in the mainstream seems to realize how destructive climate change will be. She does. She is the only climate realist most people are aware of, therefore.
Of course, part of her reason is selfish. Whose isn’t, though? Not wanting to die from climate change and its resultant wars is damn good motivation to do something about it.
What’s sad is how many adults act like she’s crazy or misguided or some sort of puppet, when in reality they are completely wrong — as events already are proving them to be. This will only get worse, but luckily for them by the time it gets really bad they’ll all be dead. The judgment of future societies will not be kind to them, though, nor should it be. They are the useful idiots of history.
F Credentials
People like me get told all the time that we know nothing because we have no credentials — that we can’t possibly have any idea what we’re talking about. But I’d just like to point out that I wrote this four whole months before the Ethiopian Airlines Flight 302 737 Max crash.
This automated pitch control system that relies on only one sensor (this is a big no-no in this arena) sounds truly moronic and it will likely result in more crashes as currently designed IMO.
Something I’m not exactly proud of being right about, but credentials are only worth as much as the intelligence and systems understanding behind them. And, usually, there’s not all that much there there.
I’d rather be right than anything else. It’s a lot harder work but it feels a lot better, too. If credentials gave me anything I cared about having, I’d get some. School and anything memorizable is absurdly easy for me. But credentials don’t give me anything I care about so I’ll just keep being right while others waste time making themselves dumber and more conformist.
Future Speed
Remember โthe futureโ? Not the one where nobody is allowed plastic drinking straws and we all have to eat bugs and sit on furniture made out of recycled cardboard, the other one. The cool one.
— scientism (@mr_scientism) July 27, 2019
I remember. It’s one of the reasons I no longer describe myself as a liberal or even a socialist. I don’t know what I am, exactly, but none of those things, and no ideology that has ever existed. Perhaps I am too old to have a new mind, but I still think it’s worth a go.
The Gulf
Meet your heroes.
You will quickly reach something you think is utterly trivial, required knowledge, they know absolutely nothing about.
Your mental model of whatโs essential, that you developed in isolation from others, is actually impossibly broken.— SwiftOnSecurity (@SwiftOnSecurity) August 30, 2019
Absolutely true.
People often ascribe high intelligence to me because I know twice or three times as much as they do. But I know two percent or even three percent of the available knowledge. They know one percent. So yes, I know twice or even three times as much but it’s an illusion in an important sense.
Because I still don’t know anything! And as you get older and wiser, you see more and more the vast gulfs in your knowledge and understanding that will never be filled, and can never be filled. The chasms ever widen and your brain still moves at the same old speed as before.
So someone is like, “You are so smart!” And then I’m thinking, “Damn, I’m an idiot, so if this person thinks I am smart….”
Lunged
Did a set of 10 lunges with 52.5 pounds in each hand, 105 pounds total. I will be feeling that tomorrow. That’s the most weight I’ve ever done at that exercise. And I tell you what, it was heavy.
Low
I want owls to stand guard alerting me if someone is breaching the perimeter of my compound.
I’ll call it my Owly Warning Line (or OWL for short). Heh.
Phonic
Everyone using smartphones all the time to type anywhere (because it’s more “convenient*”) makes nearly everyone seem like an illiterate doofus.
*Really, more convenient for tracking and advertising.
Ording
If you don't believe in borders why do you lock your front door at night?
Your House has a selectively permeable border – you front door. The idea of selectively permeable borders works at ALL scales. https://t.co/HlUQXSLAWF
— GuruAnaerobic (@GuruAnaerobic) August 29, 2019
This isn’t a perfect analogy, but agreed. Countries aren’t the same as homes, but in many important senses they are. I’m wary of analogies that conceal more than they reveal but in this case it works. Open borders is an idea that can only function non-destructively with roughly similar cultures, level of development and social welfare systems. Otherwise, a lot of that will get destroyed.
Left Behind
The left used to be anti war and skeptical of big government and corporations. RIP https://t.co/bk83EHmmcU
— James Marsh (@JamesMarsh79) August 28, 2019
I miss those days, too. The left doesn’t even really exist anymore. Not a true left, anyway. The DSA is barely a left. Sanders is basically a New Deal Democrat. The rest are just neoliberals.
Shifting It
A lot of people lately are thinking about what I call “new minds” and what Aurora Asknes calls “a different kind of human” and others are calling “radical cultural change.”
Despite the name, we’re all pondering the same shift. It’s necessary yet inobvious to most, despite other radical cognitive transmogrifications in human history. There’ve been 5-6 of these re-alignments by my count, with the last one being 50-100 years after the advent of the printing press.
Of course, some academic fuckwit 50 years behind the times will in the judgment of history get all the credit for “discovering” this shift, while Aurora and I will get nothing. But still, I like being right more than I like being recognized.
Gan
No. Veganism is not a diet that can support human survival. It’s a religion, and a stupid one at that. If you want to be weak and malnourished and in constant cognitive decline, be vegan.
GB
saw this chemical structure today and i'm scared pic.twitter.com/k0VQS2KF7e
— Fiora Esoterica (@fioraesoterica) August 24, 2019
Oh lawd, I do not want to be anywhere near that, ever. Your whole body will end up as a gooey kablooey.
Redact
Here's a fun word processor! Dual floppy drives, tape drive, and a portrait CRT. The Burroughs Redactor II.
From https://t.co/PA2uBMPTD2 pic.twitter.com/BZOnR59dT5
— foone (@Foone) August 27, 2019
Whaaat. I want that now, not in 1978 or whenever. Please bring to office.
I can’t find a price for that device, but in 1978 it probably would’ve beeen around $10,000, so about $40,000 now.