In Defence of the Single Page Application
Trenchant, brilliant stuff by William Kennedy đŻ
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Trenchant, brilliant stuff by William Kennedy đŻ
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Well not really. I was immediately reminded of (a) where I grew up and (b) Dune when I saw this photo of a Bedouin mother and her child.
âBedouin Motherâ, Ilo Battigelli, 1948 (Source Unknown)
Intense and so beautiful. It was composed by this chap called Ilo Battigelli (1922-2009, RIP) who worked for Aramcoâs oil refineries in Saudi Arabia until the mid-50s. The locals took to calling him âIlo the Pirateâ because he had his studio at a beach đŽââ ïž. He appears to have had a long and lovely career as a photographer after leaving the Persian Gulf. You can read a little more about him here.
I was able to find this colorized version by Lorenzo Folli (Instagram).
© Lorenzo Folli
Stunning stuff. Folli appears to be quite a master at colorizing history. Two quick favorites are this picture of a young Van Gogh (never saw this bro sans beard!) and Victoria with Abdul the Munshi.
© Lorenzo Folli
© Lorenzo Folli
Just as terror, even in its pre-total, merely tyrannical form ruins all relationships between men, so the self-compulsion of ideological thinking ruins all relationships with reality. The preparation has succeeded when people have lost contact with their fellow men* as well as the reality around them; for together with these contacts, men lose the capacity of both experience and thought. The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the convinced Communist, but people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction (i.e., the reality of experience) and the distinction between true and false (i.e., the standards of thought) no longer exist.
Here are two meditations in the form of Jordan Klepperâs excellent interactions with the deluded. I just wish that every supporter were as candid as the woman Jordan spoke to in this first one (starting 00:40) without resorting to shameless and awkward sophistry and whataboutism.
This is a fucking clown.
The most pathetic position, however, is one where you will readily admit to all of your Orange Leaderâs âcruelties, collusions, corruptions, and crimesâ but sigh and support the thrice-indicted buffoonâs second go at authoritarianism (with or without issuing a weak âboth sidesâ). Consider this solemn Solomon from my home state:
Itâs either malice or delusion. Either way, the Truth does not matter when theyâre hurting the right people.
From the United Automobile Worker magazine, 1937:
âWhat did you tell that man just now?â
âI told him to hurry.â
âWhat right do you have to tell him to hurry?â
âI pay him to hurry.â
âHow much do you pay him?â
âFour dollars a day.â
âWhere do you get the money?â
âI sell products.â
âWho makes the products?â
âHe does.â
âHow many products does he make in a day?â
âTen dollars worth.â
âThen, instead of you paying him, he pays you $6 a day to stand around and tell him to hurry.â
âWell, but I own the machines.â
âHow did you get the machines?â
âSold products and bought them.â
âWho made the products?â
âShut up. He might hear you.â
I installed this game in May 2018 and finally beat it seven years later in June 2023. I wish I could somehow figure out the amount of time Iâve spent trying to beat this exquisitely-made scrolling shooter, for it would be the amount of time Iâve spent on planes, in Ubers, sick and bedridden, or just a little bored, which is mostly when Iâd play it. Hereâs what it looks like.
Itâs fine on a phone (even on an iPhone Mini) but I loved beating some harder levels and modes on my giant iPad. Itâs free but I paid to remove the ads and nothing else.
On vacation in North Carolina, my brother-in-law started playing this arcade game called 1944: The Loop Master which looked uncannily like Sky Force: Reloaded.
The Loop Master is, in turn, a sequel to 19XX: The War Against Destiny, which looks like if you applied an 8-bit filter to Sky Force: Reloaded and kept the WWII aesthetic of the boss monsters the same but modernized the playerâs aircraft. Hereâs a complete playthrough:
I tried to find out why it had a âReloadedâ in the names. Itâs based on an older game, simply called Sky Force. I look forward to referencing this post in 2030 đčïž
When I was about 13 or so, I was blown away when I learned that ancient Greek and Roman statues used to be painted (paywalled; cached PDF) and were not commissioned to be ghostly-white. An all-time favorite is this Greek sculpture of a Persian archer.
Source: âWe know Greek statues werenât white. Now you can see them in colorâ, NPR
I tremendously enjoy any recreations of color in the ancient world. I find it an absolutely lovely feeling to imagine what life must have been like back then. So when I found this mostly intact home from first century Pompeii, I was tickled pink đ„°
Simply astounding. I got those from Le Sireneuse Journal1. Thereâs a nice story of its discovery and a lot more detail on their site but the TL;DR is: Built around 1AD, belonged to a rich family (of course), was buried 36ft under a street for a while because of Vesuviusâ eruption, was discovered by a butcher who was digging out a cellar. Was looted.
I hope to visit one day đ€
The website is pretty but swallows the scrollbar hijacks the browserâs scroll behaviour to add a maddening level of inertial scroll. It would be nice if people just did normal web things. â©ïž
Tidy, as usual when it comes to his movies, but total rubbish. I imagine that I would get this shit if I guided ChatGPT to generate a parody of Wes Andersonâs most indulgent excesses. Meat for the most hardcore of his fans and a (meticulous) waste of the sheer amount of talent involved. How this has a 75% on RottenTomatoes is beyond me.
In his review for Vulture, Bilge Ebiri remarked, âTo the casual observer, Wes Anderson might seem like someone who either refuses to read his own press or has bought into his press to an absurd degreeâ, alluding to criticism of Andersonâs filmmaking style, but later argued, âThereâs a point to all this indulgence. Andersonâs obsessively constructed dioramas explore the very human need to organize, quantify, and control our lives in the face of the unexpected and the uncertain [âŠ] Asteroid City might be the purest expression of this dynamic because itâs about the unknown in all its forms.â[
We share a truly exceptional ability as a species to breathe meaning into random, awful things and events.
I plan on absolving Mr. Anderson by watching The Grand Budapest Hotel soon, for what may be the tenth time. I consider it his finest work and love getting lost in it, something his ego made impossible to do with this garbage1.
Which I only finished because I started. â©ïž
NEW YORKâClaiming he could easily fit into a similar position at most companies, local CEO Mike Waltke told reporters Monday that his skill set was transferable to any job that requires an inept dumbass to receive a big salary. âI have the incompetence necessary to effortlessly transition into a role at any company that yields a seven-figure income,â said Waltke, adding that as long as a business pays him millions of dollars a year, heâll adapt quickly with his long resume of botching simple tasks and making stupid fucking decisions. âNo matter what the industry is, if they need a complete doofus who makes tons of money, Iâm their guy. Iâve spent my entire life honing my stupidity from one job that pays millions to the next, giving me skills that every corporation is looking for in their highest-paid positions.â Waltke continued that, with a few more years of proving himself to be at the forefront of being a fucking moron, he could one day become the richest dipshit in the world.
Caption by CO đ€Ł
This is insanely adorable.
For more cuteness, you can see a high-res photo of a transparent baby octopus or a baby octopusâ chromatophores đ„°
I love me my cowsay. Itâs a lovely amusement that greets me every time I open a terminal session.
People typically use it with the fortune
command but my cow moos a random developer excuse. I generate that using this bash function and this invocation:
command -v cowsay >/dev/null 2>&1 && {
# shellcheck source=/dev/null
random_excuse | cowsay -s
echo ""
}
I was looking for more cowsay templates and found this giant list. Youâd use echo "Moomoo" | cowsay -f some_template.cow
. If you need color, thereâs Charc0alâs list which doubles as a converter in case you want to use your own images. Since I donât trust things on the internet to continue to be where they are, I saved that repo here.
Sears, the department store, sold DIY homes via catalog for 32 years between 1908 and 1940 through a program called Sears Modern Homes. They offered 447 different housing styles which you can see here.
The designs were not âremarkableâ in any way: Sears themselves admit that they were ânot an innovative home designerâ. These were just some popular styles at the times they were offered.
However, as a customer, you would have enjoyed a lot of agency in either customizing a home you picked as a starting point from the catalog, or submitting your own custom, crazy blueprint to Sears. Prices ranged from $600 - $6,000 ($18,620 - $186,200 in todayâs money). You could get a 5-15 year loan at 6-7% interest.
Your âassembly requiredâ home would have been dispatched to you via railroad boxcar. Your delivery wouldâve had around 30,000 (or more) parts of all sorts: wiring, plumbing, bricks, mortar, lumber, staircases, nails, paint, varnish, and so on. To raise this barn, you wouldâve either enlisted your family and friendsâ help or contracted out the work to a local handyperson.
The most expensive home was an Honor Bilt and looked like this:
Sears estimate that they sold between 70,000 to 75,000 homes over thirty-two years. It is hard to estimate the number of these homes that are still standing for various reasons. For one, Searsâ own records of which homes were sold to whom were inexplicably destroyed during an enthusiastic âcorporate house cleaningâ. For another, Sears allowed homebuyers a generous amount of customization. Finally, the passage of time that naturally changes a home complicates its identification and authentication.
I was interested in what one of these dwellings looked like on the inside and found this media of a design called the Martha Washington. One was listed in February 2016 in DC for a million dollars.
I have never given Jeff Bezos a momentâs thought before this week. I am always interested in extraordinary achievement and often admire it. I am fascinated by what extraordinary achievers understand, and how evolved they are as people.
Looking at him in his astronaut costume, and his cowboy hat, and his omega speedmaster moon watch, coming out of his penis craft, being greeted by his ling cod lipped girlfriend, dripping in oversized diamonds, I saw a man completely without a sense of irony. Not a man aware that he had been entrusted with the greatest fortune in human history to benefit all of humanity, but a small narcissistic buffoon, unaware that the universe is 10,000,000,000 light years wide and he had just spent $5,000,000,000 to fly sixty miles through it, so the whole world could look at him at once and see what a truly small man he is, and hear his Kermit the Frog voice declare that his big plan is to pollute space.
Via Wikipedia. I am ânot able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provokeâ the genesis of other styles. âHaskell Styleâ has to be a joke (like this masterpiece) and I just pray I donât encounter it in the wild1 đ
// Allman
while (x === y)
{
func1();
func2();
}
// Horstmann
while (x === y)
{ func1();
func2();
}
// Kernighan & Ritchie
while (x === y) {
func1();
func2();
}
// GNU
while (x === y)
{
func1();
func2();
}
// Haskell style
while (x === y)
{ func1()
; func2()
;
}
// Ratliff style
while (x === y) {
func1();
func2();
}
// Whitesmiths
while (x === y)
{
func1();
func2();
}
// Lisp style
while (x === y)
{ func1();
func2(); }
See also: âVertical Hanging Indentâ is the One True Indentation Style
Update: Not exactly HS but good grief. â©ïž
If you liked that, you might like this longer documentary called âBeing Poirotâ by Suchet himself.
Forgettable. Watched because it was directed by Relangi and I thought Iâd enjoy some old-school comedy. Didnât even deliver on dysfunctional family drama :/
They look like priceless brooches and are tremendously important to our planet.
Emphases mine:
Living diatoms make up a significant portion of the Earthâs biomass: they generate about 20 to 50 percent of the oxygen produced on the planet each year, take in over 6.7 billion metric tons of silicon each year from the waters in which they live, and constitute nearly half of the organic material found in the oceans. The shells of dead diatoms can reach as much as a half-mile (800 m) deep on the ocean floor, and the entire Amazon basin is fertilized annually by 27 million tons of diatom shell dust transported by transatlantic winds from the African Sahara, much of it from the BodĂ©lĂ© Depression, which was once made up of a system of fresh-water lakes.
Was doing some digital house-keeping and came by a cached copy of that by MisterBG. Things havenât changed too much over the past two decadesâŠ
Molly White asks if Web3 is bullshit. Short and excellent talk.
Decent background-watch. Whoever did the âvisionsâ knocked it out of the park. A waste of Anthony Hopkins and Colin Farrell, who play clairvoyants whose powers wax and wane in service of the utterly predictable plot. Like Next1 but slightly better.
Which is a fantastic fucking movie if you love Mr. Cage as sincerely and as much as I do. â©ïž
When he was young he had prided himself on being clever. Walking down the street, not even thinking anything, just walking along like every other moron, heâd had a distinct sense of how clever he was. Heâd never done anything with that cleverness except write stupid articles and make occasionally clever remarks, most of them not even clever. He just felt clever, and it was a good feeling, feeling clever. Now he felt, with equal conviction (and rather more evidence), that he was entering the stupid years. The stupid years complemented the vague years. They went together. The vague years and the stupid years were the same years and they had already started. Well, bring them on. Forgetting everyoneâs names - as those adverts in the newspapers were always reminding you - was embarrassing, but apart from that, being stupid was fine, like a premonition of enlightenment.
People ask me why in 2023 Iâm still rocking a mullet. Easy answer. Without the lettuce Iâm just a guy that says dumb shit all the time. When I say dumb shit with the mullet, itâs like my face is saying one thing out front, and my mullet is apologizing out back. My mullet is âDumb shit out front, Iâm sorry but I grew up in Oklahoma out backâ Getting mad at something someone said with a mullet is like getting mad at a person with no arms for not waving at you at the mall.
Miller claims that he has âproblemsâ with his Orange Overlord. This was filmed in 2018 and there were many, many âproblemsâ with the administration he must have been aware of. The only filthiness he addresses is his non-chalant and charitable admission that separating children from their families might be wrong1. Everything else is lazy pabulum for the most ardent of Combover Caligulaâs fans. The cruelty is the point, etc.
But what Miller loves more than his fondness for Mango Mussoliniâs âouter voice being the same as his inner voiceâ2 is the fact that the Urinal Cake really winds up liberals. Thatâs it. There is no more nuance here. The sadistic glee of watching reasonable people lose their minds over a wannabe authoritarian and his sycophants fucking over Constitutional, democratic ideals and hurting immigrants and the marginalized is good American (Christian) fun!
Spent a decent portion of my professional life with init.d
. Had to deploy a set of Ubuntu servers last week (use FreeBSD at home), which marked my first actual brush with systemd
after a long while of sysadmin-ing Linux systems. Itâs weird, takes some getting used to, and has a lovely Enterpriseâą smell to it1, but I donât think I mind it too much, especially with a nice cheatsheet. Just ergonomics; no comments on its security and stewardship đ€
I wanted to know more about itâs history and enjoyed this really excellent talk by Benno Rice. Had no idea that its creator received death threats and various other forms of online abuse over an innocuous set of ideas and piece of software. Unbelievable.
Some select quotes from the talk and about systemd
:
People have a complicated relationship with change. I like to say that nerds especially have a really complicated relationship with change. We love it to pieces. Change is awesome when weâre the ones doing it.
The moral isnât âDonât use systemdâ, the moral is âWrite stuff in better languages than Câ. rsyslog doesnât exactly have an enviable security record either.
and finally,
The moral is âDonât use systemd. And donât chain core system functionality to software from teams with a track record of imcompetence.â Itâs about better, experienced programmers. Not âbetterâ languages.
Word.
I imagine that init.d
did too when it was introduced. â©ïž
Saw with LD. Stylish, great cinematography, good dose of Russell Croweâs gravitas, and plenty of wealth-porn1 (and gratuitous art history lessons). Huge build-up of suspense (a la âClueâ or âOrient Expressâ) with a lame resolution towards the end.
Oh and RZAâs in this movie. I continue to be delighted by the random stuff he decides to show up in.
Thereâs a scene where Russell Crowe opens a case containing at least $2M+ in watches and swaps a Panda Rolex on his wrist for a 5711 (or something like it with a few nice complications). Even though itâs very well-established that our protagonist is a man of means, this scene is absolutely essential to the story being told because⊠đ€·ââïžđ â©ïž
Definitely the future of television I had in mind was me having to google every movie I want to watch to see if itâs currently in one of its one-month windows on any of the seven streaming services I pay for. This is way easier than buying a DVD. I love it.
These are fossilized crinoids found in Western Australia by Tom Kapitany. Crinoids are animals and belong to the phylum Eichinodermata which includes starfish and sea urchins (and they all have âpentameral symmetryâ). This is all well and good but these things, in their fossilized state, look like so much like the sentinels from The Matrix I wonder if there was any inspiration here.
Here are a few more fossils
Source: Fossil Huntress
And their basic anatomy
Saving this for a quick TL;DR of the shitshow
For those asking from around the world how Britain has gotten into this mess:
Fin.
And because no good deed goes unpunished,
Fletcher claimed to have been harassed by his own community and he also found bullet holes in his barn. Fletcher used the proceeds from farming the land to pay the taxes for the interned Japanese. From 1942 to 1945 he managed the Tsukamoto, Nitta, and Okamoto farms. Fletcherâs wife Teressa Cassieri also worked the farms.
But because he was a good decent human being,
The agreement was for Fletcher to keep profits after paying the taxes on the farms, but instead he returned the money to the Japanese farmers when they were released.
From a New York Times profile (cached):
For the next three years he worked a total of 90 acres on three farms â he had also decided to run Mr. Tsukamotoâs farm. He worked 18-hour days and lived in the bunkhouse Mr. Tsukamoto had reserved for migrant workers. He paid the bills of all three families â the Tsukamotos, the Okamotos and the Nittas. He kept only half of the profits.
Many Japanese-American families lost property while they were in the camps because they could not pay their bills. Most in the Florin area moved elsewhere after the war. When the Tsukamotos returned in 1945, they found that Mr. Fletcher had left them money in the bank and that his new wife, Teresa, had cleaned the Tsukamotosâ house in preparation for their return. She had chosen to join her husband in the bunkhouse instead of accepting the Tsukamotosâ offer to live in the familyâs house.
The mensch lived to the ripe old age of 101 đ đ Hereâs a photograph.
Source: The New York Times
This is the Patek Philippe 5131. Itâs a world timer with a lovely hand-painted cloisonnĂ© enamel dial, a marvel of engineering and ingenuity from one of the Holy Trinity of watchmaking that will set you back at least $150,0001.
It also features one of the shittiest choices of typeface Iâve seen on a watch of its calibre.
I wonder what the design process was at this august company when it came to this watchâs dial. It would appear that someone at Patek opened up Microsoft Word (at the last minute?) and just fell in love with the majesty that is the SHOUTING VARIANT of Lucida Calligraphy. The overall effect is one where you wonder if youâre looking at a knockoff.
I like to imagine they received feedback about this âboldâ choice since hereâs the next version, the 5231, on the right (with its ghastly older brother on the left).
Source: Revolution Watch
I got that picture from this exhaustive history of Patekâs World Timers. Itâs well-researched, has a lot of pictures, and is a good read if you can withstand sentences like this written by the same bro who will definitely not teach you anything about after-dinner drinks.
As if, somehow, by losing myself in the beautifully rendered map of the Americas, Africa and Europe, I could remember how interconnected this world once was and hopefully will be again. So, I began to see my World Timer as a chalice of renewed hope to once more live the glorious opiatic maelstrom of transcontinental travel, even if for the time being this is limited only to my imagination as I write these words.
Cool man.
If youâre new to the world of watches, this is a very reasonable price for a piece like this. Consider this Rafa Nadal-endorsed Richard Mille (RM 27-04) that costs well over $2.5M (hereâs why). It is, again, a wonder of mechanical engineering and watchmaking. As far as time-telling goes, this legend that is the Casio F91W ($10 or less) is more accurate (and, I imagine, can withstand â12,000 gâsâ while lasting more than a decade on its battery). â©ïž
This was rather vertigo inducing.
Things are going well with the Metaverse:
In a follow-up memo dated September 30th, [Vishal] Shah1 said that employees still werenât using Horizon enough, writing that a plan was being made to âhold managers accountableâ for having their teams use Horizon at least once a week. âEveryone in this organization should make it their mission to fall in love with Horizon Worlds. You canât do that without using it. Get in there. Organize times to do it with your colleagues or friends, in both internal builds but also the public build so you can interact with our community.â
He went on to call out specific issues with Horizon, writing that âour onboarding experience is confusing and frustrating for usersâ and that the team needed to âintroduce new users to top-notch worlds that will ensure their first visit is a success.â
Shah said the teams working on Horizon needed to collaborate better together and expect more changes to come. âToday, we are not operating with enough flexibility,â his memo reads. âI want to be clear on this point. We are working on a product that has not found product market fit. If you are on Horizon, I need you to fully embrace ambiguity and change.â
Iâm assuming that asking âWhat the fuck are we spending $70 billion on again?â wouldnât be a recommended way to embrace ambiguity.
Update
Kate Duffy with Business Insider:
Zuckerberg told employees this year to have their meetings on Metaâs Horizon Workrooms app, where people can come together as avatars in virtual workspaces, a person familiar with the matter told The Times.
[âŠ] The source, who remained anonymous, told The Times that many Meta employees didnât have VR headsets this year or hadnât gotten around to setting them up. Those staff then had to rush to purchase headsets and register them before their managers realized, the source told The Times.
And the kicker:
Included in the Times report was inside information from two employees who told the newspaper that some workers call important metaverse projects âmake Mark happy,â abbreviating it to âMMH.â
Wonât someone think of our mad king? Iâm going to return to the office only to be forced to attend meetings virtually. MMH đ„Č
Update
VP Metaverse (at Meta, that is. I donât know how governance works in the Metaverse). â©ïž
A theater-owner on Telugu moviegoers at RRR:
This fucking shit destroyed my theater opening night. The Telugu crowd specifically wrecked out shit. No issues with the Hindi dub or the Tamil dub.
Confetti cannons, spraying soda everywhere, littering in the parking lot, sneaking in more people than there were seats in our biggest auditoriums, screaming and shouting and chanting constantly.
I get the guy is something of a hero. I get youâre excited for your long awaited movie or whatever. Hereâs an interesting thought thought: fuck off. :) Just fuck right off. Donât be an animal and make my and my employees lives worse to have more fun at our expense.
The janitors saw the insane amount of glitter and newspaper shreddings and confetti explosions and said âhm, actually, second thought, fuck this. Nobody gets paid enough for this.â In-between every seat, every chair, in every row and even where there werenât rows of seats, on every step, even up by the projector window. Weâre lucky they didnât damage the silver screen in any way, tbh, but thatâs about it. Took days to fully clean.
Fuck RRR specifically for this reason. I know itâs probably decent, and a few friends watched it on Netflix, but out of sheer principle I just canât bring myself to watch even a second of it now. There were some fun scenes for sure, but I think Iâd much rather watch War or Baahubali 1 and 2 than RRR on account of the bad time everyone but the Telugu crowd had.
With the usual ânot all of usâ apologies from other Telugu folk of course.
I have never, ever understood this deeply embarrassing behaviour from my people1. At college, I remember watching a Chiranjeevi movie at some small town in Iowa. The poor folk who ran the theater had no idea what they were in for. Moviegoers littered the entire theater with glitter and torn newspaper and didnât clean up after the show was done. Some set up an unsanctioned tea and snack station for the intermission (these refreshments were, of course, offered at a price). Chanted, chatted loudly, and generally made a nuisance of themselves.
Iâve been offered quite a few reasons as to why Telugu folk do this and theyâre all pretty bullshit. I personally refuse to go to the first screening of any Telugu movie in Des Moines in case I have to deal with âpassionateâ people who donât seem to understand that theyâre rude, ill-mannered, immature, and annoying pieces of shit to everyone else around them.
Those are things I could find in a few seconds for the recent release of a terrible movie. â©ïž
I feel very personally attacked by Mr. Lovenstein. And somehow glad Iâm not the only person who, for instance, purchases a glorious WaterRower1 and proceeds to give it a thousand cumulative and approximate âpullsâ over three years. đ€Šââïž
Because he saw it in House of Cards and thought it looked sick. â©ïž
About five minutes in, I felt like I was reading a masterpiece even though I know very little about the graphic novel/comic genre. This is some mesmerizing inking (Burns won a lot of âBest Inkerâ awards for this work). The panels almost look like woodcuts. Itâs about teenagers and adolescence and how we see our bodies during those important formative years, as simultaneously beautiful and grotesque. The world of Black Hole is bleak, boring, and pretty horrifying. And weâre talking moody teenagers so you get to witness a lot of terrible decisions, angst, ennui, despair, friendship, love, sex, camaraderie, depression, grief, humor, violence, acceptance, and hope in a very short span of pages. Lots of yonic imagery. The author published this over a ten-year period starting in 1995 and it looks like these are almost exclusively what he worked on during that timespan. Amazing.
Saw with LD. Very heavy subject matter loosely inspired by harrowing real-life cases and I skipped watching a few scenes. Sai Pallavi was intense and excellent, of course, but we were very impressed with the raw vulnerability and menace Saravanan brought to his character (also called âSaravananâ, lol). Kaali Venkat was great too.
S Sudha deserves a special mention both for her austere performance and who she is:
One of the places where the movie hits it out of the park is the casting of S Sudha, a transgender person, as a transgender judge in the movie. One of the fewest and rarest moments in Tamil cinema in which a transgender woman is shown to be in a position of power and authority. When she asserted her identity and agency in her reply to the misogyny of the Public Prosecutor (Kavithalaya Krishnan), the audience in the Chennai theatre erupted in applause, signaling a positive change in society.
What is the difference between ethics and morality? A morality functions according to principle, while an ethics functions according to experimentation. A morality presupposes a discontinuity between principle and action, while an ethics presupposes a continuity of action and character. A morality tells one what one ought to do, while an ethics asks what one might do.
According to Britannica, most of us tend to use the terms interchangeably, and we tend to associate âethicalâ behaviour with professions (like law, medicine, and engineering).
Ethicists today, however, use the terms interchangeably. If they do want to differentiate morality from ethics, the onus is on the ethicist to state the definitions of both terms. Ultimately, the distinction between the two is as substantial as a line drawn in the sand.
The way I understand it is: We mostly agree that gay marriage is ethical. However, it may be immoral to an adherent of a religion that proscribes it (but would they agree that it is ethical?)
Via Ellen đŻ
Not really. Reminded me of that Transformer when I saw this macrophotograph of a Longhorn Beetle.
Just amazing. Via and TD.
What makes life worth living? No child asks itself that question. To children life is self-evident. Life goes without saying: whether it is good or bad makes no difference. This is because children donât see the world, donât observe the world, donât contemplate the world, but are so deeply immersed in the world that they donât distinguish between it and their own selves. Not until that happens, until a distance appears between what they are and what the world is, does the question arise: what makes life worth living?
Coached by a former Wall Street bond trader who studied the opposition and set up a pipeline that produces Superstar Mathletes:
âYou wouldnât grab a kid in ninth grade whoâs never played football and expect him to be a great high-school football player,â he said. âFor most of these kids, this is their football.â
Mr. Frazerâs insight was to connect four levels of education: The kids he scouts in elementary school develop in middle school, compete in high school and take specialized classes from college professors that he brings to Buchholzâs campus. As soon as the system was in place, the team started winning and never stopped.
It turned out there was value in putting a bunch of smart kids in the same room: They feel empowered to make each other smarter.
Many of the gifted kids in his program have parents who work at the nearby University of Florida and push to get on Mr. Frazerâs radar. Others he finds on his own. He tracks down test scores of students in his district, follows the data and recruits high achievers. Some who were discovered by his spreadsheets have since graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with math degrees and landed on Wall Street themselves.
The mathletes who try out for the team and make the cut are combined into one class section and fly through competitive algebra, geometry and calculus during the school day. Mr. Frazer essentially bends the rules to move faster through harder material and pack more than two years of math into one school year. âI cover everything the state wants me to cover,â he said. âBut there is no restriction on covering extra material.â
The reason republicans get so incredibly huffy when any of the tools of law enforcement are ever turned upon them is they think âcriminalsâ as an inherent class of people (who they of course could never be part of) rather than a descriptor for someone who commits illegal acts.
Not too far-fetched an observation. Consider the following:
Disturbing fictionalization of a real-life tragedy (cached). Based on a book by Jon Krakauer. Andrew Garfield is simply excellent as a devout Mormon, dogged detective, and patriarch (âpriesthood holderâ) of his family.
Features some quick lessons in the History of the LDS which was not very flattering to the Church. Characters say âIâve had a revelationâ a lot before proceeding to perform all manner of shitty deeds. Itâs a meditation over common-sense and rationality, spiritual doubt and loss, and the unbridled power that most religions impress into the hands of men by upholding and sanctifying patriarchy.
Itâs all bleak, awful stuff. Moreso when even the heroic Pyre engages in it, which is exactly the point. Under the Banner of Heaven illustrates how no one who grows up in this kind of environment can escape its influences â no matter how kind, progressive, or loving they think they are. Thatâs why itâs so jarring when Pyre transforms â from the man who says, âI love you,â during every phone call with his wife, Rebecca (Adelaide Clemens); tucks his daughters into bed each night; and gently invites his dementia-addled mother, Josie (Sandra Seacat), on daily walks â into a domineering âpriesthood holder.â The decisions he makes as the familyâs religious authority are ostensibly to protect his family from the doctrine heâs beginning to interrogate, but he still uses its male-exalting infrastructure to get what he wants.
Roxana Hadadi, âUnder the Banner of Heaven Was No Mysteryâ, Vulture
Each episode would start with one of the beautiful title cards Iâve seen for a show:
They should give this young actor an Emmy for the few minutes sheâs on screen đŻ
Came recommended by HU. I had to borrow them from PG1. A limited, 7-part comic book series based on one of my favorite movies. Told from the perspective of John Doe and provides his backstory which is about as sad and disturbing as you can imagine it would be. About as gory as the movie itself. Most parts have a different style. Plenty of out-of-context Bible quotes. Just really well-executed.
These are hard to find and expensive: anywhere from $250 on eBay to $350 on Amazon. â©ïž
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You predict (or have insider information) that the price of lawnmowers will fall. The current market price of a lawnmower is $1,000. You go to Eddieâs Lawnmower Rental Company and rent a lawnmower from Eddie for $10 a day. He doesnât care about you returning the same lawnmower; he just wants you to return a lawnmower (assume that all lawnmowers involved in this story are in great working condition).
You sell this lawnmower to your neighbour for $1,000.
Ten days later, and as you predicted, the price of lawnmowers falls to $500. Now you buy another lawnmower for $500 and return a lawnmower to Eddie. So now you have gained: $1,000 - ($10 x 10 days = $100) - ($500 on the lawnmower you bought) = $400.
Now say you made a bad prediction and the price of lawnmowers went up to $1,500. So now you have lost $1,000 - ($10 x 10 days = $100) - ($1,500 on the lawnmower you bought) = $600.
Theoretically, there is no bottom to your losses. So you have to be very careful when you short things. Itâs not for everyone. Stick to Index Funds if you donât understand what youâre doing.
Finally, hereâs some discussion on where the expression âgoing shortâ may have come from.
McMaster: called him a dope with the intelligence of a kindergartner
Mattis: called him a 5th grader.
Mnuchin: called him an idiot.
Graham: called him a complete idiot.
Priebus: called him an idiot.
John Kelly: called him a f***ing idiot.
Tillerson: called him a f***ing moron.
Cohn: called him dumb as sh*t.
McRaven: called him the biggest threat to our democracy.
Bannon: called him a f***ing moron.
John Dowd: called him a f****ing liar and too dumb to testify.
Rupert Murdoch: called him a f***ing idiot.
John Bolton: âTrump has the attention span of a fruit fly.â
William T. Kelley: (Professor at Penn) called him the dumbest goddamn student he ever had.
Fran Lebowitz (author): âEveryone says he is crazy â which maybe he is â but the scarier thing about him is that he is stupid. You do not know anyone as stupid as Donald Trump. You just donât.â
Tony Schwartz: (the ghostwriter of âThe Art of the Dealâ) called him a man with a stunning level of superficial knowledge and plain ignorance.
John Kelly: âHe is the most flawed person I have ever met in my life.â
Anonymous GOP Congressman in a Safeway Rant: called him an evil, really f***ing stupid Forrest Gump.
Mueller: called him Individual 1