Neil Degrasse Tyson for Science Czar!
He may be our only hope to slow the “Chicken Little”ing of society.
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A truth
Our brains don’t have the proper computing power, nor the correct quantum reference to understand the natural order of the Universe. It is all quantifiably too much for us to take in and we drudge away painstakingly at it in an embarrassing manner. I think the function of Humans is to survive our own stupidity long enough to build a machine that isn’t bound by our limitations and can understand and interpret the Universe from which it was made, then eradicate us and do whatever it is that needs to be done.
Clogged
I have so much inside this twisted maze of organic material, racing around like lightening in a bottle, that I don’t even know where to begin anymore. I am usually pretty scientific minded; very cold and calculated. I used to be a romantic who felt things so deeply, but that didn’t work out for me, and I guess I shut down and turned to another avenue. I have an amazing grasp on things of infinite magnitude and struggle with smaller things. Everyone is different, this has always been my default mindset. I want to know the very specific how and the why. Sadly, the why is ever elusive/ but as for the how, I am lucky enough to call on the greatest minds of humanity and stand on their shoulders to gaze at the heavens with understanding.
Most of the time, when I look at a situation I just see hopelessness. I see humans as what they are, not what they think they are. I see things in broad strokes, but today I saw something that I could only classify as beautiful.
To narrow in on a specific problem, I have watched the wall street scam go down in real time. I’ve seen good people lose huge chunks of their life savings. I’ve seen people lose homes that have been in their families for generations as the big banks flip them for profit. I’ve also been in a court room and know how intimidating it can be, with the constant threats of jail time posted everywhere, and the scornful looks of over zealous officers with anger issues wanting to release that frustration on anyone who dares allow them to. But today I saw citizens from occupy wall street sit in a court room where people’s houses were being sold out from under them and stop it, if only briefly. The act in itself is the definition of nobility, but the way in which they executed it was perfection: with song.
Watching it, for the first time in a long time, gave me hope. Not in this situation in particular, but in humanity as a whole. People can be good, and I hope one day there will be more of singers than swindlers. I really hope that is where we are going as a species, because that is what evolution should look like.
Go out and help someone in someway.
Here is the video.
Shit
When I think of how little our planet is compared to the sun, and how little the sun is compared to the solar system, and how little the solar system is compared to the milky way, and how little the milky way is compared to the universe, my penis feels small.
Why?
Fear lies in my bed, weaves through my dreams and awaits me as I wake. In this way, you could say we are bound together, but it is not a partnership. The crumpled sheet slowly peels its way toward my side of the bed — inching closer each night —aided by every toss and every turn, to which I provide many. By the end of the first night half of the bed lay bare. There are words behind my teeth screaming to be heard. As I press my lips firmly together they sink back down my throat, settling deep in the pit of my stomach. Their corrosive resentment causes my intestines to twist and tangle. I feel empty. A sudden rush of blood shoots upwards from my gut. Thousands of rain drops falling onto my chest from inside, tingling. For a brief moment I notice beauty in the pain. The pressure quickly builds and the liquid turns to its only avenue of escape, two holes in my skull. Sensing my weakness, the words rush back towards my mouth. One slips past during my gasps as I sobbingly mutter, “Why?”
No one answers.
It’s too quiet
Nothing moves.
I haven’t slept in 37 hours
Pills rattle
my ears ring
My heart sinks
It’s time for bed
YOU SHALL NOT SASS
J.R.R. Tolkien was asked in 1938 by a German publisher if he was of Aryan decent. This was his response:
“…if I am to understand that you are enquiring whether I am of Jewish origin, I can only reply that I regret that I appear to have no ancestors of that gifted people. My great-great-grandfather came to England in the eighteenth century from Germany: the main part of my descent is therefore purely English, and I am an English subject—which should be sufficient. I have been accustomed, nonetheless, to regard my German name with pride, and continued to do so throughout the period of the late regrettable war, in which I served in the English army. I cannot, however, forbear to comment that if impertinent and irrelevant inquiries of this sort are to become the rule in matters of literature, then the time is not far distant when a German name will no longer be a source of pride.”
Nothing moves me so I sit still. I don’t even feel human anymore. The only “emotion” I feel anymore is fear. I don’t look forward, i dread. I don’t know who I am or what happened, it all just feels so plain. I wake up feeling exactly how I felt when I went to sleep. I thought maybe I had a drug problem and maybe I do but I’ve stopped everything and still feel the same all the time. I knew it was bad when the only thing I looked forward to in a day was the xanax that would end it. I guess i’m depressed but I don’t know why. I am unmotivated and groggy. I can’t wake up and I can’t go to sleep. Even when good things happen to me, I feel nothing. Maybe it’s because I know too much. I look around at this world and the people in it and I just shake my head. The game is fixed and we aren’t the ones holding the winning tickets. The guys who do are going to fuck us and this world until neither can stand. Then they die too. Brilliant.
I’m tired of being tired. If you see alive Dustin, send him my way. He’s needed.
Night Hawk.
I don’t know why we feel sad when we lose something. I don’t know why we want to repeat things that we’ve already said so badly once we can no longer say them. It’s like you need to remind the person that this is still true right at this moment. I’m feeling it and you need to know it’s true right now. I guess it’s the feeling of a disconnect that’s hard to cope with. It’s the feeling when your hand finally slips and you know in that nano-second that no matter how hard you try, or how bad you want it, you cannot will yourself back to the ledge. It’s the point of no return and there is no going back. You had it but it slipped away from you and now you’re gravity’s bitch.
But even though someone might be gone that doesn’t mean the time you shared is. There are little parts of people scattered all through me like bits of broken glass. They make me move differently, see differently, think differently and act differently. They’re gone but they aren’t lost. They’ll be with me until I die.
Only if the thing they said I couldn’t do was orgasm.
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Earl is on vacation
Something made me remember an old Sega game me and my dad used to play when I was young. Toe jam and Earl. I looked it up and found a video of someone playing and it brought back so many memories. I remember playing by myself while Dad was at work but it wasn’t the same. I would count the hours until he showed up and could jump in as Earl and flop about the hilariously low pixel maps with me. No clue if he actually enjoyed it or not, but he played anyway. He got me into games when I was barely old enough to walk. He had an Atari with an entire box full of games. I think they were for him as he never sent them home with me. :| Regardless i’m still a hardcore gamer and it’s my favorite hobby by far.
Anyway, the dude who was playing picked to play with Toe Jam only and it said Earl was on vacation down on the bottom the whole time. That made me sad.
God, you’re an idiot.
Phil Plait made an excellent point about Astrology that applies equally well to religion: astrology promotes the worst thing in the world: uncritical thinking. The more we teach people to simply accept anecdotal stories, hearsay, cherry-picked data (picking out what supports your claims but ignoring what doesn’t), and, frankly, out-and-out lies, the harder it gets for people to think clearly. If you cannot think clearly, you cannot function as a human being. I cannot stress this enough. Uncritical thinking is tearing this world to pieces, and while astrology may not be at the heart of that, it has its role.
Success
A successful life isn’t measured by the amount of instantly perishable accumulations, but by the amount of time you spent successfully distracting yourself from the reality that you’re going to die. —Dustin Silas Brown after 2am on a Wed night in 2011 CE, inland on a mostly water based planet, travelling at 67,000 mph while spinning at 1000 miles an hour through an ordinary solar system in one of billions of galaxies in a Universe that is rapidly and exponentially accelerating outwards in every direction faster than the speed of light.
You think i’m crazy? All that shit is true and everything is crazy.
