One of the basic skills of philosophy is to try to combat your own cognitive biases by flipping situations around, i.e.: “putting yourself in the other guys’ shoes” or whatever you want to call it. It’s a skill Americans don’t seem to learn in school, which is why (I believe) we have a population that is ripe for turning into imperialists and believers in various forms of exceptionalism.
When the mistral wind from North Africa blows up into the south of France, the summers are hot and dry and cloudless. I forget the year, but I was around 9 or 10; the rest of the situation was unforgettable.
Donald Trump’s tax returns will mean nothing and will change nothing. My prediction is that the democrats would be better off not going after them, and just painting a big picture of what a gigantic cheater Trump must be – keep it vague and unspecific.
Where we left things at last update, the steel building company was sending out a welder to cut out the gussets and move them. This happened, and the assembly of the building resumed.
This is useful for life in general, not merely on the game-board of strategy.
Congestion pricing seems like a good idea, doesn’t it?
After years of Trump, “Donald Desperation” has truly begun to set in. Americans are grasping at any straws that might lead to a way out of the trap we’ve dug for ourselves. [Meanwhile, our British friends are in the unenviable position of having out-done us]
Sometimes, history coalesces down to a vector – a sort of spontaneous push where a bunch of things all come together and civilization seems to be going in the same direction. That’s mostly an effect of my imagination, I fear, because when we look closer at what’s going on (or what has happened in the recent past) it decompiles into a swirl of messy social pushes in all kinds of directions that make no sense at all.
This is the state of the hot shed as of this morning. Ken and his crew have been kicking butt.