[Warning: Accidents and Horrible Death, not graphic]
After I’ve watched a bunch of videos on youtube of Russian tanks getting variously blown up and shot at, the algorithm appears to have decided I’m a nasty person and has started feeding me all kinds of things that blown up, crashed, and otherwise disastrously killed passengers. This one really caught my eye.
Shackleton’s Endurance has been found.
I actually was cute, once.
As I’ve mentioned before, I live in Trump country.
First: a cloud of disclaimers and protective exposition. A lot of this is going to be my opinion, and it probably disagrees with many practitioners’. Take that into account. Also, please remember that I am deeply skeptical about a lot of popular psychology, and attempts to explain hypnosis often lean heavily, perforce, on nebulous pop psychology concepts such as “peer pressure.” For the sake of keeping this readable and tolerable I am not going to fill my writing with skeptical bafflegab about pop psychology bafflegab, other than to note here that hypnosis is full of bafflegab. In other words, I’m asking you to be prepared, if you challenge me in the comments, “that sounds like bullshit!” for me to reply “yup, but it’s not my bullshit.”
Have you seen Werner Herzog’s film Fitzcarraldo? (1982)
The folks at 99% Invisible podcast must be scrambling, and their scrambles are totally worth it.
Boats and ships scare me. That dates back to a particularly difficult English Channel crossing in the 1960s, when my dad thought it’d be cool to take the train to Dover from London, then the Dover/Calais ferry, and the train to Paris.
[content warning: bare buttocks]
I don’t like the term “genius” because it appears to be vaguely-defined and it’s often tied to that most horrible mishmash of bad thinking known as IQ.
When I first moved up to the farm, the internet options were satellite or dial-up. I tried satellite but it was so bad I reverted to dial-up. That was around 2002.