Memories of the Hofstadters are pretty minimal: we used to walk down the stairs of the apartment building on Claremont Ave – we were on the 11th floor and they were on 9. I remember the hollow echo of the stairwell, and the dizzying height.
Memories of the Hofstadters are pretty minimal: we used to walk down the stairs of the apartment building on Claremont Ave – we were on the 11th floor and they were on 9. I remember the hollow echo of the stairwell, and the dizzying height.
Today I offloaded a big bag of trash from the garbage can in the basement. Which meant that the can sat empty while I was over at the studio working on the electrical wiring.
Mano Singham posted a pretty funny cartoon about appeasing the CEO [mano], framed as The Wizard of Oz.
There are lots of stories around flat Earth theories – so many that I’ve lost interest in keeping up with all the various debunkings and origin stories. Since Ptolemy was working on longitude and latitude in the 2nd century AD, I’m willing to say our knowledge goes back at least that far and probably much farther.
I used to post a lot of stock photography on deviantart [da] and over the course of a few years I managed to accrue 10 million page-views with 75,000+ followers.
Warning: Discussion of Butts, particularly squeezing thereof.
I’m going to vent for just a second.
In the late 90s, I was in an abusive relationship with someone who had serious trust issues – or, who pretended to as a way of manipulating me. My view is that it was the latter, but I’m willing believe that they believed what they said. Life gets complicated like that, sometimes.
Caine said this, which I agree with 100%: [aff]
The rich are different, they operate by different rules. I have no particular reason to think they don’t ‘share’ such stuff with others of their kind. *shrug* Their lives don’t impact with reality much; they have the ability and power to shape their realities.
I call them “Renfields” after the vampire’s slave in Dracula. They’re the weak, beglamoured, cowardly, venal, crippled, soul-dead followers of a master vampire: their sense of right or wrong is completely overruled and all that’s left is fear of the master’s displeasure.
Philosophers, in all ages, have taken the part that seemed destined for the ministers of religion.
Your host, Jean Meslier