Friday Ephemeraren’t
I’m easing into the new year much as one might lower one’s buttocks into an overly warm bath. Which, for you, means another thrilling opportunity to throw together your own pile of links and oddities in the comments. I’ll set the ball rolling with an extensive archive of Sherlock Holmes radio shows, over 500 of them; a jellyfish of note; a superhydrophobic surface; The Art of Ornamental Orange Peeling, circa 1905; a nineteenth century spy camera; and, via Elephants Gerald, “Black Man Super Bikini” and other sub-optimal translations.
Oh, and a reminder that snow makes people stupid.
I denounce myself for commenting “First”. (Screams are heard as dragged off by henchlesbians)
Oh, right, it is Thursday, isn’t it . . .
—Noting from this time zone . . .
“Black Man Super Bikini”
Beware of missing foot.
Cooking my dog.
Need white English teacher.
Need white English teacher.
In all fairness, native English speakers to tutor children and business people are in high demand over there, and Southeast Asia in general is a lot less squeamish about race.
. . . and Southeast Asia in general is a lot less squeamish about race.
Instead of someone who might or might not do the job but who does fit the current ideological whim, let us instead get someone who will get the job done.
. . . and Southeast Asia in general. . .
. . . and then again, in general, when having a more detailed look at that picture entry, . . . Found in Hong Kong.?????
I have read that since the British pulled out, there have been some interesting occurrences, but Hong Kong????
‘k, while I do note the agreement about Winston Churchill, I rather expect that this is not what was meant.
Omnicopter.
https://laughingsquid.com/omnicopter-omni-directional-drone/
Harsh.
“Black Man Super Bikini”
It is a nice taste. 🙂
It is a nice taste. 🙂
I also appreciated the “women-friendly” noodles, and the Monster Priest Octopus Sausage. And of course the “Family Rope.” For those special evenings in.
Winter sport: https://twitter.com/sarm0161/status/948830597899747328
I’m easing into the new year much as one might lower one’s buttocks into an overly warm bath.
I read your blog in the same way.
Omnicopter.
Original omnicopter.
“Black Man Super Bikini” and other sub-optimal translations.
Brought to you by the BBC.
Brought to you by the BBC.
Your license fee at work.
“I found another use for the butt-paper.”
“It’s like your own private cloud”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAxElNM-Dmg
Your license fee at work.
Indeed, on top of that are the questions of whether people who speak like that a) actually read the BBC website, or b) (he said denouncing himself, though it is a serious question) whether they can read at all.
Meanwhile, a day without the Clown Quarter is like a day without sunshine. Actually it is like a day without a root canal done with a hand drill and no novocaine, but I digress.
Today’s mess, actually from a year ago, so if this has already been discussed I apologize, but I don’t recall it, we have some friendly fire action, or more like an ouroboros, as one leftist faction takes out another as it appears faction A didn’t like faction B using typical leftist tactics.
The whole thing is a minestrone hoagy of epic proportions and of equally overwrought prose. You may read all about the plucky author here, brave lad that he is, what with his work on decolonizing yoga (yeah, we have already done those jokes), and having, “…done graduate coursework in Postcolonial Anthropology and holds a Master of Divinity from Starr King School for the Ministry in the Unitarian Universalist tradition with emphases in women’s studies in religion, sacred dance, African-American religion and Buddhism.”
Yes, the Starr King School for The Ministry. You may apply through this chap.
Sociology professor tries to do basic economics…
https://twitter.com/markantro/status/949124385524277254
I wonder if sending Pallets of Cash to sociology professors would help.
You may read all about the plucky author here, brave lad that he is
How violently rude of you to refer to zir as a “brave lad”
Oh, and a reminder that snow makes people stupid.
People are stupid to begin with. Snow just makes it a little more obvious to the rest of us.
Monster Priest Octopus Sausage.
Band name.
Sociology professor tries to do basic economics…
This is the professor and her book:
http://www.thelondoneconomic.com/tle-pick/magic-money-tree-fact-two/26/06/
Why are SJWs such drama queens? A normal person would have written the Angana story as “ Professor was really a terrible teacher and mean to everybody as well. This was not what I paid for so I complained and kept going up the ladder, as did many others, until the college did something about her. They offered me free classes in expiation but by that time I wanted nothing to do with them. It all cost me $20K and in hindsight I see I should have dropped the class, or complained, or both, much earlier. I’m telling my story as advice and an example to others with similar problems.”
The brave lad’s story did make me see why SJWs are so obsessed with power. The teachers in Angry Studies seem to wield an inordinate amount of power over their students. I’m guessing this doesn’t happen in classes where the answer is either right or wrong. (I took Principles of Accounting I and Business Law I and everything was amiable and upfront.)
Brought to you by the BBC.
Your license fee at work.
Indeed, on top of that are the questions of whether people who speak like that a) actually read the BBC website, or b) (he said denouncing himself, though it is a serious question) whether they can read at all.
Overall, apparently, quite genuinely yes to all—especially the reading and writing bit . . .
—My first thought was a pidgin filter, but apparently that is indeed the actual page.
“Only” social media—sort of like blogs ‘n’ stuff.
“Only” 75 million speakers.
A few years back, the US population size hit a threshold. Saturday Night Live commented.
Farnsworth,
A climate of fear pervaded the program. Students policed each other, turning in anyone who betrayed the core doctrine or said anything even mildly critical about the professors. Dissent was not tolerated. The most loyal were rewarded with social status and unethical academic reward by the professors. The most disloyal would be subject to public interventions in class, yelling and shame from fellow students.
Ah, Leftist “struggle sessions” again.
Precisely why our kind host refers to them as “Mao-lings”.
. . . as one leftist faction takes out another . . .
Oh, yes, CIIS.
Went there for a variety of mini conference about a year ago or so. Quite however, rather unlike the article description, the conference was one day of wall to wall discussions run by Loch Kelly, so everything was entirely benign and went very well.
I have little or no idea of the rest of CIIS, aside from very intermittently noting someone nearby taking classes or having taken classes . . . .
My first thought was a pidgin filter, but apparently that is indeed the actual page.
Fascinating.
I’m easing into the new year much as one might lower one’s buttocks into an overly warm bath.

Regarding Meltdown and Spectre, there is an an important announcement.
…the conference was one day of wall to wall discussions run by Loch Kelly, so everything was entirely benign and went very well.
“Benign”, is an odd way to spell, “stark raving bonkers and nuttier than the annual Georgia pecan harvest”.
Hmm. That does so much to explain Hal.
“Benign”, is an odd way to spell, “stark raving bonkers and nuttier than the annual Georgia pecan harvest”.
Ah, so you know nothing whatsoever of ‘im.
—The reason he’s been getting rather a bit of attention from people who ostensibly would be his “competition” is that the most they’ve been able to manage is knowledgeable hand waving. What he‘s managed is to treat the topic as a tech manual, basically stating to a roomful of people to note This, note That, note—Yes, that concept, and now metaphorically push that button . . . . and then feedback from the room is requested—not demanded, just requested, being an additional layer of Let us now actually test, instead of merely hope this works, let us now see if this experiment did actually work . . .
Certainly, as contrasted with the struggle session article, absolutely the opposite of screaming and rather suspicious coercion . . .
—There is one talk by Kelly—out of masses of similar material—that recently reminded me of someone I was working with awhile back. The coworker’s comment one time was to the effect of I drink to make my brain shut up.
So, with that statement, my coworker is noting that he just is, and that there is thinking that goes on, but also that he is not the thinking, he is not the same thing as the brain. And then in parallel what Kelly is commenting on is to note that thinking occurs—yes, thinking is very, very useful and having it on hand is a really good idea, but thinking—also known as the chattering monkey mind—is different from what you are.
—Part of the concept is also to note that there is sound, smell, touch, sight, flavor . . . and thinking being considered as a sixth sense . . . where the ongoing issue is that you can close your eyes, plug your ears, pinch your nose, put that candy bar down . . . and then as you’re doing it, the chattering keeps going, Oooh, I get it, I get it, the sight is blocked all the others are blocked, here I am with the other senses not doing anything, golly this is boring, I wonder what’s online to look at, oh wait I’m doing this exercise . . .
So—as Kelly is commenting in that video—what happens if you just sit for a moment, where, yes, the mentally chattering monkey is chattering, but you are not the mental chattering, you are simply being aware of it, and so what happens if you, the one being aware, just sit for a moment?
I’m somewhat tempted to get one of these.
Ah, so you know nothing whatsoever of ‘im.
I can read his website, and I know woo when I see it.
Nuttier than all the fruitcakes in Claxton.
QED
QED
Exactly. Hopper’s character recites woo. Now, when you actually go through Kelly‘s exercise, let us know what you have awareness of.
—Yes, as with my coworker, there is alcohol and whatnot else as an attempted substitute, but I hear that such does get expensive after awhile . . . !
Now, when you actually go through Kelly’s exercise, let us know what you have awareness of.
Much the same thing as I would have awareness of were I to go spelunking in the sewers of Cairo.
I have found the best way to deal with the monkey mind is to ignore it.
I have accepted that I will never be able to meditate on the mysteries of the rosary (or on anything else) while reciting the prayers aloud. I can do one or the other. I have tried a couple of the Zen techniques, which can be adapted to any religion, with no luck. I have concluded that I either have an exceptionally loud and determined monkey, or was born without whatever it is that makes you successful at meditation.
For what it’s worth, the snow did not make people stupid. The lake effect snow comes in whiteout bands. When you drive into a snow band, visibility is instantly lost. When one tries to slow down, the black ice underneath the snow becomes apparent. Everything seems fine right up to the moment when you discover that you have no control at all.
The people who got out of their cars were taking a huge risk.
For what it’s worth, the snow did not make people stupid.
True enough, however people who live in snow prone areas and do not have actual snow tires on when snow is forecast, or even possible, are exceptionally stupid. The only ones more stupid are the ones with 4X4s who think that having a 4X4 will magic them out of or through the slop regardless of the tires they have on, especially if they have sipeless block tread mud tires.
I’ve got the “ all-weather” tires, which seem to work fine in these parts, where a big snow is 6-8 inches, but if I lived in, say, Chicago or Cleveland I’d probably get honest-to-God snow tires.
You may apply through this chap.
“Jeremiah is passionate about mysticism, spirituality, the(a)ology, philosophy, art, ecological justice, global decolonization, animal rights, refugee and aslyee advocacy, anti-racism, ecofeminism, sex worker advocacy, queer liberation, and intersectional, organic, multireligious, counter-oppressive frameworks of building a just, sustainable, and loving society. He frequently teaches, leads sacred ceremony, and organizes in the San Francisco Bay Area. In his free time, he loves trips to the Ocean Mother, surfing, rock climbing, camping, weight lifting, running, pilgrimages, ashtanga yoga, sacred tattoos and piercings, fashion and drag, and vegan cooking.”
A well-rounded chap then.
Now, when you actually go through Kelly’s exercise, let us know what you have awareness of.
Much the same thing as I would have awareness of were I to go spelunking in the sewers of Cairo.
Oh, dear—I haven’t been in the sewers of Cairo m’self, but you do have my sympathies.
I have found the best way to deal with the monkey mind is to ignore it.
And that actually is the practice . . .
Kelly’s commentary is that the human attention span is indeed really short, where pretty much an “experienced” awareness practitioner simply has a lot of experience dragging the awareness back away from the monkey. One of the relative catchphrases of his is marinate, marinate, marinate—do the basic awareness, go back to the awareness, go back to the awareness. Of course thinking is perfectly fine, when it’s needed . . . .
Overall, or underall, as the case may be, drop into awareness—can you feel your feet at the moment?—and note just being aware instead of listening to the monkey. Then when the monkey inevitably announces Oh, Look! Squirrel!!!, uh huh, fine, what do the feet feel like at the moment, which the monkey can’t comment on, drag the attention back, marinate, marinate, marinate.
What’s entertaining is hearing an entire room of people going Nod, nod, nod—Oooooooohhhhhhh . . . ‘k, you keep chattering, I’m going to stare at the ceiling for a bit,
—And then the more or less hands on practice is that yes, the ceiling will be fine without you staring at it, what you now need to test out is doing the awareness while also doing something like writing an email, tying your shoelaces, brushing your teeth . . . .
Whew. I got tired just reading the list of things he’s passionate about!
In his free time, he . . .
He has free time??!?!!??
@Farnsworth
I’ve never not had a 4X4 since I’ve been able to buy my own vehicles and they’ve been quite handy during bad weather. Nonetheless, I agree with you about those who somehow believe they make one bullet-proof, especially on ice. The problem is that too many people believe that four wheel drive allows them to drive the same way they would during July. Thus, they are too fast, too abrupt at the steering column and too heavy on the brake. Plus, in these days of 42 speed automatic transmission with 10 overdrive gears, no one remembers the joy of downshifting into lower gears to slow one’s vehicle without going into a succession of doughnuts.
Herr Sherman – I’ve nothing against 4X4s and they are handy in foul weather – depending on the tires – I have one in the driveway, and the stock tires were rubbish in the wet, let alone snow or ice. Years ago, OTOH, I found myself against my will way north of the Line of Mason and Dixon, but with a sports car with real snow and ice rated tires (no studs) on all four corners my rate limiting step was ground clearance, but other than that, got around better than a 4X4 with block tread tires.
The thing is with ice (and packed snow) it is not the ice that is slippery so much as the thin layer of water between the tire and the ice. The sipes on a proper snow and ice tire essentially squeegee that away, a block tread won’t. The compound of proper snow and ice tires also remains more pliable and grippy at low temperatures than ordinary tires. The snow and ice rated tires were so good that when our slightly deranged club did autocrosses on frozen lakes, some of us put summer tires back on so we could get sideways when we wanted.
Kelly’s commentary is that the human attention span is indeed really short…
That may be true for navel gazers taken in by make believe swamis and other new age snake oil salesmen, but he should probably stick to speaking for himself and the like minded.
. . . . but he should probably stick to speaking for himself and the like minded.
Exactly.
Quite as noted, as far as attention spans, he is speaking for and of you and the like minded.
Exactly.
Yes, exactly; “like minded” referring to Kelly, apparently you, and the rest of the followers of fake swamis and assorted new age flummery. In the future I will be more blatant so you will not keep missing the points.
Yes, exactly
If this were a movie about the American West and this scene were in a saloon of some sort, we’ve reached the point where I would be making the following determinations:
1. Fists or firearms?
2. If firearms, am I in the line of fire if someone’s aim is off?
3. If so, should I fold this hand and casually make my way to a different table?
4. If not, are any of the other sumbitches at my table going to try to take advantage of the kerfuffle and steal my chips?
5. If so, should I just shoot him/them now and call it a day?
6. If not, should how should I bet with three sevens and an ace?
7. In all cases, should I order another drink?