Another in the moment as I sit here waiting pushing daisies growing gardens waiting for my lady a kiss of air the touch of spring I wonder sitting idly my butter browns my coffee simmers I am left a wondering a momentary pain, builds up until the end a flash of history still reminds me of my mortal sins struck by thought the feeling builds hark my bungled words joy is in the sweat and grit of social earthly worlds Cleanliness is godliness way too damn up high dirtiness is earthliness warming next to fire What s'more the air you breathe, should be shared with friends even those you've known for not a moment past PM Go out and choose a life that makes you try and fail Keep failing 'til the weather changes opening up the veil re-tracing steps sets you back the frog slips down the well yet steps alight and wiser yet that prince might yet prevail
Obesity in the USA has gone from 23.2% in 1988 to 42.8% in 2017[1] and it's not slowing down[2]. Fat people fuck, but it's harder (actually, it's softer [3]). Child and adolescent obesity has doubled since 1988 [4]. [1] https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/data/hestat/obesity-adult-17-18/overweight-obesity-adults-H.pdf [2] https://www.niddk.nih.gov/health-information/health-statistics/overweight-obesity [3] https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6448569/ [4] https://www.statista.com/statistics/285035/percentage-of-us-children-and-adolescents-who-were-obese
When I wish upon a star I end up seeing you Picking up the threads I end up where I begin Sewing strands just to see What they be on me An image comes to light My rods adjust to see Twisting strands, you and me A little strand of life A rainy mood to beat Cross each other in a life A bridge is knit between Two thumbs and fingers crossing crafting strands Child hands play twisting lives up for a laugh Youthful play a fullsome cannot describe my inner drive Lulling me mightily I close my eyes trying to epitomize Darkness comes first Then light, diffuse Twisting shapes, not a heart Hard lines, spinning apart Where are those soft threads, soft hands, soft feet Not thinking about what’s next to eat Discriminating hunger refined by thought and feeling Mirroring lust the should of feel Should I choose or just be, mixing sand and surf my foot leaves prints by moving the earth Innocence comes first. Than knowledge and hurt. Self-control yet again, domestication of sins The apple falls far from the tree blame the wind The early bird gets the worm, then a snake bit me The tree, a tree, any tree I guess, is quite enough for me to make a mess I will apologize, but not with words. Instead I will carry mood and feeling into action. Transmutate thought into being. What do I have left Words are so useless, drama king being I live to die, how else may I be, if not me than me than me Kiss my ass, iconoclast, I knit my words for thee I spin yarn into hard bales for lil’ plump hands and those that act to be
up and coming and let the thought drop down drowning just the mighty while you others act like clowns spitting right as left rotates you never off the ground grass is greener meditate and hear how fucking loud the sound of your ego getting off the ground consider once a family full of feasting the soul was left aground I've feasted once a many times my eyes were surprised stupendous was the cause I walked 30 miles the yaw may break the yoke the maw is but a jaw even the powerful do choke strength is but a light stroke the pen beats paper till it drowns in red I beat paper just to make amends tears drown out the sky as salty eyes can't see the end of sky it fuzzes to corn on a night drive sleep calls but I'm on texts the sex don't last as long as regrets my turn comes again flip the tune play a friend that's who I need I'm on my knees thinking why again am I alone moving motions on the floor I call it patterns we recognize a turn digitize the spoke an angle brings a cause stemming pause shrinking cause to say enough for me something's free but explore the words not one note many chords harmonizing angel's sword beaming light upon lord rays of light newton's words stemming from penning and spinning alchemy storms shaking and rumbling gently stroking quill scratching like barns screeching a touch of history comes to mind but whats the story I describe express the feeling come to mind but mind it's not, gut personified the intestine thinks and liver makes merry the bladder worries the anus ferries the sphincter asks who the butt comes in two and I'm sitting here grinning with the party called tooth am I too nice is a question I ask taking others at their word is a dangerous task I assume good intentions and get condescension gaslighting is normal I'm dropped in a bottle to be me is normal and unacceptable do I live unapologetically or with my family its easy to say hard to do money just a number but numbers kill too sticks and stones break my bones but I'm buried six under sometimes I wonder what's next in life is it for me or them if not the when do I go zen or grasp possibility could it really be as freeing as it seems to be those freaky bees you been seeing be free online just killing time the number crime shrinking to none like us all in time so who wins the competition because there's just one way the better way and judgement cometh from comets cousins or the church it's public opinion or private gossip lip it check it bop it ooh wrinkles got me down they wrap the mouth like a frown why can't they wave feel the breeze let noise be the wind coasting not projecting no cone just sooth oh my god the fucking word to be free to express no judgement just see everything is a crime I'm not who you expected is that alright because it doesn't seem to be my goodness, I'm in, my head
sitting here falsely tripping over leaves of skin forgetting the while dreaming of this and that over again for the love of another craving swimming juicing feeling scrambling heaping feeling loved and lost another time is building where should I go a frog whisper I stand here dripping toes wide on a wet leaf hair askew with dew on my brow exulted is a word with empty meaning jumping pushes me closer to breathlessness red shock fills me up I spin wondering what a cause may be fantastic is the light sent up but struggle outlines my shadow the need the want the urge my instinct a plague I should overcome the hurt motivation and loss I will define my life and I will die growing flowers is my purpose where is my watering can gentle rain trickling I love but where can I put it intelligently and with care time is cruel everything has its time but the mind a snap is imaginary do live to love or is love imaginary I hurt to know the truth where is my love did it run through my hands in piles of sand covering my toes I sought to make a castle time passed stone crumbled but whats left but seconds in the minute the small doth define our life aren't we small growing in twisted shapes I touched someone once they turned away I touched someone once who was a friend cruelty is simple and loneliness a sin patience is a virtue that brings about the end.
Figure a better setting then where I am now life wears on you worse than the skin of a cow the struggles the hurt of where you are now distinguished feelings to respect if only you knew how to respect me a life god-fearing deserving of praise thanksgiving dinner is not enough give me a raise trials and tribulations foment feelings malaise eternal life is not enough to earn peace in my days remember life is fluid atomic rearrange the pie pecan piquante the crunch sells the question why why why why cries the pig in the abbattoir my oh my says the pig in the butcher on the loire what recourse have we to return our received life what number to call and complain shall I end it now? What will be the nature of your death. We all must die, the luckiest thrice and in good health. What's left for us, the rest? A rest, a bath in distress instead turn your head, not right but left. A turning gaze instills fear in the best left left left cried the cat, the emperor left his vest if you could wear the clothes of dreams, seen or unseen, how would you seem, empress?
They never pulled an iPhone out of those deep pockets. You can be sure an iPhone is in most of them today. You still have a hard time comparing a HUD built for a fighter pilot in a F-35 with an AR device built for a digital work and life-style. Keep your knobs and switches, give up a couple displays. I'm no technophile, I think there's a greater movement towards real-world experiences coming, but I think AR will be more and more common for work and entertainment.
Remember when this screen was undesirable?
I'll bite. seems like apples and oranges, IHADSS tech is over 30 years old, is over twice as heavy and is a monocular display which quote When...used, the visual input to the two eyes differs greatly. This...gives rise to binocular rivalry, a competition between the two eyes for the information that gains attention Which won't occur with the vision pro. More criticisms in the paper you linked are difficult to also levy against the vision pro: Most problems that I have had are due to faulty equipment. Examples: The greyscale is not able to be properly adjusted. This leads to reduced resolution and the inability to 'break out' details uncomfortable, and the thinner versions of the cord gets wrapped around things in the cockpit. Getting a decent picture requires the combiner lens to be placed right next to the eye - anything interfering with that placement (such as NBC masks) makes it impossible to get a full field of view (and the "full" field of view isn't sufficient anyway You can still have your switches and dials, they'll still be programmable, but now with the option to keep them static or have them change function based on what you're looking at. I think that's cool and smoother than alt-tab'ing. Your choice is strapping your work to your face or to your lap/desk, like how you strap the time to your wrist. It's new, but not extreme. I also don't think it will be necessary for anyone to get their work done, but it may be more comfortable or effective. Just because your computer is now strapped to your face does not mean you're a slave to it and cannot unstrap it. That's is the slippery slope that everyone has to climb up off of in order to deal with the difficulties of modernity today. For better or for worse, in our own lives we have to find habits that handle isolation, distance from nature, lack of physical exercise, hustle/overwork culture, tech addiction, and mindless consumption. It's either that or you make choices to take temptations out of your life, i.e. don't strap your job to your face. (I'm also waiting for a good speech-to-text interface demo, that's the biggest need for a keyboard right now. As a programmer, I would also like spoken dialects/grammars that make speech-to-code fast)"The is a very poor system in every respect. It is heavy, sloppy, provides a poor quality picture and a narrow field of view, the monocular display is annoying and
good eye tracking effectively pulled into a user interface system is new, and useful. Plus the highest quality of any VR screen allowing you to actually use it for text or media work. A quality platform for 3d interfaces may challenge our dependence on 2d rectangles to convey information. It's expensive, imo not unreasonably. Is 3500 worth not hunching over a 2d screen all day to get some work done? Can a (well-paid) white collar office worker be more comfortable with a free-moving headset rather than be locked to a desk to rest their laptop and peripherals off of? I think they could be, but remains to be seen once this launches. I'll give it a shot. Not a fan of Oculus Quest 3 though, resolution is too low for real work, plus I don't game that much. I'm imagining the software ecosystem around apple's new VR OS will take a few years to mature. I like the immersion dial too, oddly the most dystopian thing for me is the how it generates a 3d model of you for FaceTime 🤷. Gargoyles are here ❄️💥🍕
The Edited Latecomer's Guide to Crypto https://www.mollywhite.net/annotations/latecomers-guide-to-crypto#
I’m finding words of wisdom in a wishing well A frog is croaking at me with a mild truth to tell “My patience is a rainbow and at the end I find A delicious golden fuzzy buzzing muncher of a fly . It fills me and fixes me and let’s me play again As I ring around the rosy I wonder what is next. “ I send a bucket down to fill with water and clear my head My slippery green friend eyes the mark and jumps right in . Up and up and up he cries I haul him to the top I take a nice big swig he cries “this was my dearest hope Out in nature I will find the rainbow’s start, ahoy! I am full up out the downspout to seek the sweetest joy.” . Along he hops I wipe my brow and take my own sweet time Then clamber in the bucket waiting for my big muncher fly
Pardon the snark, but sounds like a fancy gift card rather than a revolution in currency. Last time I used BTC was to buy LSD off the Silk Road 10 years ago. After that the rest I converted into dollars so I could pay the rent in college, made 80 bucks off the price swing.
I’m sorry, I still don’t get it. I don’t dispute blockchain is valuable technology and here to stay, but I set my eyes on Bitcoin specifically as an unknown factor. Is it meant sit in vaults, like gold? Or is it meant to transact regularly, like a currency? I don’t think you can have both at the same time and it be a stable investment vehicle with better returns than real asset classes. Per the hardware question, the building and energy management systems are valuable, probably more so than the chips. Chips fail, hard drives fail, and like the Argo they are remade, the result of which has been a market created that supports developing these chips for miners, trains professionals in the maintenance of these data centers and chip fabrication, and identifies geographies amenable to cheap high volume data processing. Regardless, to speak of the specific chips, they can serve institutional backed crypto currencies performing similar operations. I just can’t shake the feeling Bitcoin is a Ponzi scheme
I’ve never understood the mechanism behind bitcoin’s rise as an asset. Is it a currency? Then it’s value is in relation to other currencies by arbitrage which means small returns on small scales. Is it a commodity like gold? Then it’s value is when global currencies lose value and the global system slows down, but then it has to compete with gold as a form of exchange and maintain the technological infrastructure it needs to work at all. I don’t see the value and it makes me think it’s just a big Ponzi scheme, which is risky and requires a lot of attention as an investment. Personally I think that Bitcoin has been a successful subsidization for building huge data centers that will power our digital future, but I don’t think it will exist past that purpose.
Simple swimming pulls the cover over me and mine Another way to say it is to find another dime Fitting hikes in tubes of clay I stammer out and say Living tall the mighty fall and simple here to stay
No worries, yeah I don't either, but in my eyes trump supporters aren't typical GOP and I could see the "burn it down" sentiment pointed at the electoral college. There is a difference between political operatives and regular supporters, and its really only the operatives that want to preserve the electoral college. Most democrats and independents are for abolishing it, and about a quarter of republications https://news.gallup.com/poll/320744/americans-support-abolishing-electoral-college.aspx. There are small steps to take like getting rid of the winner take all system, which could be easier than abolishing the whole thing and provide the same benefit.
There was a moment on Election Day when I thought Biden would win the electoral but trump would win the popular. I had hopes for a bipartisan push to abolish the electoral college for about 30 min.
A quick healthy lunch could be pieces of fruit, some crackers with cheese or nut butter, and mixed nuts. Takes minutes to make and with no funky junk inside (unless you love velveeta). Pair it with slices of cured meat and you'll be full with basically no cooking.
I agree America began decaying some time ago, but I don't believe the analogy to death is apt. It is more like a slow descent into schizophrenia. What are the symptoms of schizophrenia? - Delusion (we are the greatest country in the world) - Hallucinations (red scare and threat to american nuclear hegemony) - Disorganized thinking & speech (cold war politics and the pivot to asia) - Disorganized or abnormal motor behavior (what crisis has america actually solved recently?) - Negative Symptoms (collapse of the social safety net and a crisis of social mobility and healthcare) I think it is clear how America will act in its authoritarian period. Any individual pursuit of liberty will be denied unless sanctioned by authority or financed by extreme personal wealth. All others will be marginalized and rendered destitute unless they fit in the corporate picture. Young people don't see much hope. A lack of hope turns into fear. Fear leads to anger, and we all know where that will end up.
I like Hubski. I check it every day. I frequently encounter interesting ideas and thoughtful discussion here. Can people be aggressive and confrontational here? Yeah, but that’s part of the nature of the discussion and I think a large proportion of people invite a battle of ideas if it is good natured, productive, and fair. Do I think people can be kind, inclusive and supportive here? Yes, I’ve seen It many times even though text conversation over the internet makes that difficult. Do I post often on Hubski? No, primarily for personal reasons so perhaps I have a different perspective from contributors. I really enjoy hearing from people with different perspectives and being introduced to new ideas, and I find that at Hubski. It would be a shame if the new site mechanics made that harder for me. Imagine making a comment but no one sees it until 6 hrs later when someone shares but by then the convo died out? Or making a new tag so no one notices the content until a share from global? The new user experience would be like walking into a ghost town, where there is an energy to the air of which you catch whispers, but it is all hidden to you. The change to the feed requires users to view the feed differently, and puts me in mind of switching from forks and knives to chopsticks. Sure, some meals will be easier to eat with chopsticks and others will slip through but you’re still pulling from the same fridge, so what changed? I’m all for experimentation maybe this merits a beta test at a new url? implementation invites participation (chat?). The problems this post is trying to address are real but slightly different for each community member. I like that mk’s suggested change creates an incentive for you to participate and use the mechanics of the site, otherwise you will miss out on quite a lot. I fear FOMO and people talking behind each other’s back. I think we just need more people participating and contributing, I will make more of an effort.
A charm is left and let unsaid The price is paid the piper bled Lo in time a tune will prick Your ear and turn your head Note the banded sky and pick A chord to hum for them
When Helen Lived - W. B. Yeats That men desert, For some trivial affair Or noisy, insolent sport, Beauty that we have won From bitterest hours; Yet we, had we walked within Those topless towers Where Helen walked with her boy, Had given but as the rest Of the men and women of Troy, A word and a jest.We have cried in our despair
K.O.S. (Determination) - Blackstar
I believe Ezekiel 1:28 is a description of a coronal mass ejection striking our earth, initiating massive auroras from solar radiation having dumped energy into the atmosphere. The angelic descriptions in Ezekiel correspond to images produced in plasma experiments by Dr. Anthony Perrat, as well as ancient art depictions. Imagine waves of supercharged particles hitting our atmosphere every which way and what that might look like. Searching for Rock Art Evidence for an Ancient Super Aurora More Comprehensive Paper: Characteristics for the Occurrence of a High-Current, Z-Pinch Aurora as Recorded in Antiquity Plasma, Solar Outbursts, and the End of the Last Ice Age Solar Activity Could Cause Lightning Storms On Earth Image of "The Squatter Man"The so-called “Stickman” is the world’s most prevalent petroglyph. Found everywhere, the stickman can be carved as a stick-like figure with a head, two arms stretched out and up, and two legs stretched out and down. The figure is distinguished by a male anatomy. The stickman has several variations: with a belly, “an inner tube” around the belly, and variations in the arms (such as one or two, up or down). The head is usually bulbous but can also be a cup, a bird, or two horns. A rarer variety of stickman has two dots on either side of the belly. All of these varieties have been produced in a single plasma column, a result of a time-evolving nonlinear evolution of toroids pinched in the column.
This paper directly compares the graphical and radiation data from high-current Z-pinches to these patterns. The paper focuses primarily, but not exclusively, on petroglyphs. It is found that a great many archaic petroglyphs can be classified according to plasma stability and instability data.
Familiar plasma phenomena on Earth today include lightning and auroras, the northern and southern lights, and upper atmospheric phenomena known as sprites. In the past, much more powerful plasma events sometimes took place, due to solar outbursts and coronal mass ejections (CMEs) from the Sun, or possibly emissions from other celestial objects. Powerful plasma phenomena could cause strong electrical discharges to hit Earth, burning and incinerating materials on our planet's surface.
The arrival of bursts of particles trigger the aurora borealis and australis, but Scott has found a correlation with lightning strikes as well, revealed in Environmental Research Letters. The connection may not been spotted before because electrical activity can last for more than a month after the arrival of a large dose of particles.
Found some curious articles. Seems like cooking at moderate temperatures releases compounds from cell material without degrading them. Key takeaways are: 1) don't heat fats/oils to smoking point (150+C/302+°F) while cooking vegetables 2) if you're making soup, add acid (vinegar, tomato/tomato paste, lemon, yogurt, creme fraiche, etc.) to preserve phenolic compounds (particularly fisetin). Temperature-dependent studies on the total phenolics, flavonoids, antioxidant activities, and sugar content in six onion varieties In general, heating had a positive effect on all four flavonoids. For instance, the total flavonoid content in the red onion variety (Q + QMG + QDG + IMG) increased from 9.34 μmol/g DW to 9.70 μmol/g DW on heating at 120°C for 30 minutes and then decreased to 5.40 μmol/g DW at 150°C. In all the studied onion varieties, the total flavonoid content increased up to 120°C, and then decreased at 150°C... Table 2 The total phenolic content was significantly increased after heating at 80°C, 100°C, and 120°C for 30 minutes each... Heating at 150°C for 30 minutes decreased the total phenolic content for all of these onion varieties. Different processing steps such as boiling, sauteing, frying, and roasting can be used to liberate phenolic compounds from various plants... However, simple heating reportedly cannot cleave covalently bound phenolic compounds; however, far-infrared treatment can cleave the bond; Degradation kinetics of fisetin and quercetin in solutions affected by medium pH, temperature and co-existing proteins Some results were obtained based on the changes in the k values under different pH values and temperatures. The first is that fisetin was more stable than quercetin, giving smaller k values in all cases. The second is that the degradations of fisetin and quercetin were sensitive to medium pH, especially at alkaline pH values. Flavonoids in aqueous solutions show instability, resulting in concentration loss (i.e., degradation)....These mentioned studies shared similar conclusion to the present data, supporting that fisetin and quercetin were more stable (but instable) under acidic (and alkaline) conditions.
Are these heat-stable compounds? Do you have any idea what proportion decomposes after cooking at high temperatures?
Oh poetry, I love you, the many faced muse. No insight just some syllables to stumble through and use. ........ Poetry is knowledge, for those without a clue no chance at making sense at all, the written word's obtuse grasp at meaning, hit a wall, the thickness makes it true men of clay seek vainly with no veins to lead them to the fundamental truth is it grey or amber hued ensure words of meaning baked in you reflect the common view my rainbow is a fount of knowledge little known to you no foundation just the brilliance of meaning in situ ........ ........ I noticed once the lord Almighty in patterns deep and thick so naughty had made upon his plan that day lines of meaning washed away in sand so broken no colors show just tan and khaki who could know what caused the wave that shook the flow symbols, knowledge, I sound crazy I know ........