- sjwoocommented1 month ago
So much insight within and through all of this man's pain. Hang in there, Matthew!
- sjwoocommented2 months ago
All you can hope for at this point is that there will be much stricter protocols for stuff like this...
- sjwoocommented3 months ago
It's highly subjective, the amount of water you need. Changes day to day with what you're doing, too. And it changes as you get older.
As someone who has recently suffered from vertigo, a huge trigger is dehydration. I never drank before a run, but now I do it religiously, and thankfully it has almost eliminated the vertigo...
- sjwooscouted3 months ago
The Netflix show is on now, and I just watched the first excellent episode. But you know what's even better than that first episode? This piece. Land is such a fine, fine writer -- plainspoken, clear-eyed, economical. Full of insight and humor and humanity.
It seems inconceivable that companies like Facebook and Google could ever go away, because they are so pervasive and have such a huge lead over everyone else.
The only way I can see it is if the way we communicate fundamentally changes, and happens fairly quickly. That is, we are no longer using smartphones. Something seismic...not sure if I'll see that in my lifetime.
I don't understand...if Australia is forbidding its citizens to leave and come back, I can see the reason. But if an Australian citizen wishes to leave and NOT come back...i.e., they promise never to return to Australia -- why is that a problem for the country? I'd think they'd actually favor that, since that would mean less people to have to oversee/quarantine?
I wrote my first novel in two years, writing an hour in the morning. I didn't want to wake up earlier, so I asked my boss if it was OK to come in an hour later and work an hour later. She was fine with it.
I tried to put in a few more hours on the weekends, and on some days I succeeded, but by and large I failed. And yet even working an hour a day for two years, when all I could eek out was maybe half a page...365x2x0.5 = 365pp.
That's a book. And that is the power of persistence, however slow it may be...
It is really quite remarkable, isn't it, how we come to be? I've always been fascinated with how we learn language -- I've done it twice but it's still a mystery to me, how we stitch together these words that flow through time and space.
Seems like the question of "why" will always exist. Why is there anything at all, and most quixotic of all, why am I here, asking this very question? We'll never know, though I have an inkling that there is no reason. The universe has existed, the universe exists, and the universe will exist -- when this one dies, another will take its place -- and there is no answer.
I've read many of his novels, but this is the first time I've heard him speak of his life. He wrote the running book a while back, and the sarin gas attack book even further back, but this is quite an illuminating memoirish piece.
Reading Murakami always imbues me with two emotions: wonder and melancholy. No exception here. He's absolutely spot on about the accidental nature of life. It's all an accident, and we humans have the unfortunate need to gather various narratives to try to form some kind of meaning to what is very much a meaningless existence...
How so very much I can relate to Adriene's initial ambivalence to getting another dog after the passing of your beloved canine. It took me a year to even consider it, and another six months after that...and even now, I don't know. The psychic wound of a pet's passing is gargantuan.
Anyway, here's the boy -- I try not to think about the heartbreak to come, which, if I'm lucky, will be more than a decade from now:
BTW, how do you embed photos into you comment? I know it's possible because I've seen it...
I'd certainly be the first to admit that this pandemic has left me lonely in so many ways. In fact, that's what I hate most about this virus -- that it has taken the simple, easy pleasure of just being around people, on the most basic level.
I'm not someone who talks to his stranger seatmate on an airplane, but I still enjoy the ancillary, surface interactions of people in close proximity. Like eating at a packed restaurant with that awesome hum of chatter. Like watching a Broadway play in elbow-to-elbow seats. You and I, separately but together, can enjoy this painting in this museum.
Right now, none of this is possible without the pervasive, oppressive fear that also accompanies it. And I'm beginning to believe that these simple times will never return. :((
Aftercare guidance depends on the patient’s existing body type, but all of them must wear a faja, a corset-like garment that keeps the body shape in place, for about three months as the new fat learns to connect with the existing fat. Sleeping must be done face-down for at least six weeks, and sitting requires a special pillow. To help with circulation, patients must schedule regular post-op massages, which are often painful. Peeing, by the way, is its own hurdle. “I’ve seen people where they’ll keep [the garment] on while they go to the bathroom, they’ll literally just pee all over themselves and live like that,” Helly says.
High heels, pancake makeup, corsets, plastic surgery -- it never ceases to amaze me the lengths some women go to achieve the unachievable. (I'm sure there are plenty of men getting plastic surgery, too...and I feel sad for them, too.)
- sjwooscouted5 months ago
This is quite funny, and just perfect that it involves Dan Brown, the author of those fairly terrible Da Vinci Code series of books. Also funny that the subject of this story is a filmmaker who "ironically" reads him. For an ironic pursuit, that's a lot of read books.
Edward is a pretty smart dude, isn't he? If that wasn't clear before, it sure as hell is now.
Though I don't agree with him that full internet anonymization is still the end-all/utopian solution. We have the tools to be anonymous on the internet, as much as we can be, but if you really think about it, how has anonymity ever existed pre-internet? It's always required guile and deception (i.e., masks, secret locations, and the like).
I don't know if there will ever be a good time for very rich people to do very rich people things. The optics will always be bad, because the world as a whole is kinda not looking good. I mean yes, we can buy 80" TVs for $300 or whatever (which, when you really think about it, is also just a way for us to not deal with the present -- staring into the boob tube), but looking at what's happening out there -- erosion of democracy, climate change getting worse, etc. -- no wonder people want out.
Bezos, Branson, and Musk better get working on their moon cities sooner than later.
Lately I've been feeling kinda bad that I give so little thought to race relations. Maybe I'm just a fatalist, but honestly, I don't think I belong here in the US and I don't think I ever will, and I'm okay with that. I'm an interloper; I don't think it's possible not to be when you are first generation. So perhaps I have it easier than Ava here, who was born here.
I guess I'm in the minority -- I love going to sleep. I also like waking up. What I don't like is not going to sleep when I'm sleepy!
It's almost comical what higher education has become nowadays, with the power having shifted almost entirely to that of the student body -- who are basically overgrown teenagers. Very, very glad I'm nowhere near academia...
- sjwooscouted7 months ago
Where I discover a new word, hyggeracisme, while visiting the city of Copenhagen.
- sjwooscouted8 months ago
How I spent my COVID vacation...in the city of Los Santos.
I really dig these types of stories -- they're like little gold nuggets of neat information! Steve Johnson's book is like a whole book of this type of stuff: https://www.mprnews.org/story/2014/10/22/daily-circuit-steven-johnson
I recently listened to Housel on a podcast and he was equally delightful and illuminating: https://www.infiniteloopspodcast.com/morgan-housel-the-psychology-of-money-ep06/
Thank you, @Jessica, for going through the archives and finding this story of mine. I can't believe it's been five years since it came out. I remember it was a bit of a battle with Vox's editor -- this essay went back and forth quite a few times, and by the end, I was exhausted. But goodness, re-reading it now, I have to say that editor managed to draw out quite a bit from me. Maybe too much!
My point of view hasn't changed at all. I'm now nearing the big 5-0 and feel even more pressed for time. I mean seriously -- our lives are so ridiculously short (and who really knows how short it is -- for all I know, I might be dead right after I click "Submit" here!) that I achingly regret every passing minute. More than ever, I feel like I'm wasting time ALL THE TIME.
Can you imagine what a barrel of fun I'm gonna be in another twenty years?
FYI, whenever anyone asks why I write fiction, my best answer is this: "It's the closest thing I can have to living another life."
I've been a pescatarian for a while now, but I have to tell you, if I find myself at an HMart food court in the future, I will chow down on the blood sausage (soondae) without a second thought.
I still think Korean food is woefully underrepresented in the US. It's so different than Chinese or Japanese cooking. If you ever have the opportunity for good Korean, go for it!
p.s. If you want to read more Korean food essays, Chang-rae Lee absolutely crushes your heart here: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1995/10/16/coming-home-again
p.p.s. And if you still find yourself hankering for more, I have participated in this corner of literature, too: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/02/14/style/modern-love-podcast-kumail-nanjiani-emily-gordon-the-big-sick.html
A few months back, I was down in my basement and I saw a deer mouse on top of a large cardboard box. If you've ever encountered one of these tiny creatures, you know they are extremely timid. Most of the time you wouldn't even know they were ever there.
But this one -- it stayed on top of that box and I couldn't believe its brazenness. Finally it actually ran into the box (its flaps were slightly open) when I approached it. I got a roll of packing tape and sealed it in, so I could get it out and then let it loose.
This box was not too heavy, containing about twenty old LPs, but the box was unnecessarily big. So it was unwieldy to move, because I had to hug it. So a part of me was like, this box better not open up while I take it out.
The box held. And I took it out back, and opened it, expecting the mouse to get the hell out of there -- but it wouldn't. So I kind of flipped it and kicked it, and its contents spilled out onto the fallen maple leaves. Finally, it did leave, and that's when I noticed these tiny, pink blobs among the record sleeves.
There were three of them -- and they were so pink, the color of erasers. And amazingly enough, they were breathing. They looked nothing like mice; I have to believe they were just born like maybe just hours ago? So that's why that tiny mouse was making her stand -- she was their mother. I guess I don't know that for sure, but what else could it be?
I placed a few leaves over the baby mice and left the box alone, hoping the mother would come back, but it was like five o'clock and it was cold. I can't imagine any of those babies survived, but I hope so. I admit, when I returned an hour later to retrieve the LPs, I didn't look. I just picked up my ancient New Order records and went back inside.
Late to the party, but I just have one comment:
Being a tech worker is not like banking, where you know you’re not doing good for society.
I'm kind of sick of people dumping on banks. Yes, they have certainly done bad things (i.e., Wells Fargo), but do people realize that banking is the reason why we have anything at all? Before there was banking, i.e., lending, i.e., interest rates, progress was nil. Banking allows people to take risks. Without people taking risks, there's no advancement. So please, stop unilaterally dumping on banks!
- sjwoocommented9 months ago
100% agreed. This has been one of the unintended benefits of this pandemic -- being outside! We should embrace it without fear.