Nothing of any consequence. Unless you are a super-mega-genius of Claude Shannon level or so. That’s only 365 hours. While the 10,000 hours thing is overblown, I’d say in many fields you can develop expertise if you’re reasonably smart in 2,000-20,000 hours. Some take even longer than that.
For 99.999999% of people, 365 hours is just not nearly enough to even be a really good amateur at something, much less an expert.
I don’t trust what anyone tells me with the exception of my partner and Zeynep Tufekci. Anyone else, better bring a whole ream of citations and/or some RCTs. “Doing your own research” is usually a fool’s game. Fortunately I’m no fool. And I was born with a galactic brain and a contrary nature.
I’m doing good.
The first ten on today’s playlist:
My favorite live CHVRCHES performance. Lauren is so much more physical than usual and she sounds great. It must take a damn long time to put on all that ornamentation and dazzle around her eyes, though. I’d blind myself doing that I think. Looks great but seems a lot of work.
If I can’t solve a Wordle in three tries, feels like a failure. I just wish my superpower was more remunerative.
I love Katie’s Alabama accent. This is what country music should have evolved into but it was taken over by bro country. Which is horrible.
Dad is losing his job after 40 years right before retirement.
Unlike a what of you fools think, no company loves you. None. Zero. It cannot happen. It’s a fantasy, and a stupid one at that. Why it’s such a common one is that I guess people want to believe that the world is a better place than it in fact is. The reality, though, is that a company will throw you in the trash the very second that it benefits them.
It’s better to live with that truth than get blindsided by what should have been obvious all along.
The Reason the Office Isn’t Fun Anymore.
Are you kidding me with this shit?
This was written sociopathic extrovert* RTO fetishist. Who goes to an office to have fun? And who the fucking fuck thinks they should or ever have been fun? Only people I absolutely despise.
“People are coming in to do occasional big meetings, but really the rest of the time, they want a quiet private spot to get on a Zoom call,” said Witting, a partner at the company. “It’s weird.”
You dumb, dumb motherfucker. They are trying to WORK. Most of them don’t want to be there anyway as I am sure it’s the result of some harebrained RTO mandate. And while they are in the office, they are — shockingly — attempting to get their daily work completed. This is exactly what I mean when I say the MBA class does not at all care about productivity or profit. Not really. Right in the quotes from the clown above you can see exactly what those types are concerned with.
“It seems that the goal of returning to office has been to create a rowdy buzz,” said Blaze. “We’re not seeing that.”
Many people — including me — cannot work in your goddamn “rowdy buzz,” you complete fucking numpty. I hate these people so very much.
Just let people work from home. It’s so vastly more productive. But not for sociopathic types like these who want to exercise power and create fake work families.
*Not implying all extroverts are sociopaths, just that this specific person might be.
The percussion in Sleigh Bells’ “Rill Rill” is so brilliant. How they use Alexis’ voice as another de facto percussive element is truly inspired.
I have never heard syncopation used so well in any pop song before, either. Just a flash of complete nonpareil brilliance from a band I otherwise don’t care for all that much.
The first ten on today’s playlist:
This office computer from the early 1960s.
That ain’t no computer, bro. That’s just a dumb one-way data entry system that wrote to tape. It was at least an advance over punch cards, but also fantastically expensive. I agree with a commenter that it’s a Data Action product, but photos of those have been lost to history so I have no idea the model.
Knowing roughly when this product was released and judging by the hairstyle, clothes and other hints, this promo photo would’ve been taken somewhere between 1967-1970.
Hmm, that thing I was very recently told “would never happen.” Well…it be happenin’.
There is only going to be a lot more of this, whether it makes any sense or not.
At 93, he’s as fit as a 40-year-old. His body offers lessons on aging.
It’s possible. At 47, I am fitter than all but the very fittest 20-year-olds. Consistency of working out with challenging exercise is key. Anyone who tells you anything different is a right clown. Don’t believe the Fat Acceptance dipshits. They will steer you into an early grave and a low QOL before that.
There are a lot of these types in my field now:
I do think the commenter is exactly right about how we get so many people ill-suited for IT — all they experience is some IT person coming to their desk, clicking on something they could have clicked on themselves (if they had known what to click) and then assume that’s the entire job. In reality that’s about 0.1% of the job. However, they never see all the other background tasks that’s not that single click.
So they get some certs and enter the IT field. The certs aren’t enough and they are truly incapable doing the work but get hired somewhere anyway. They end up repeating the same year of experience 10 years in a row and never progress. Then they wonder why they are passed up for promotion. But it’s no mystery; our field is full of these people who should’ve never gotten into it because they simply have no talent for IT and couldn’t troubleshoot their way out of a tissue paper box with a plasma torch.
This field does indeed pay well but only if you can get past the tier the folks I’m talking about above inevitably get stuck at.
This is also in large part explanatory regarding the lack of troubleshooting skills in those 35 and under.
Break up Google. With nuclear weapons. As many as it takes.