Deep Space, Baby
Or, Prattle Beyond The Stars:
Physicists at MIT and SUNY Stony Brook recently announced findings that the total surface area of two black holes was maintained after the two entities merged. While this research was a welcome confirmation of both Stephen Hawking’s work and the theory of general relativity, it failed to address a crucial matter: what were its racial implications?
Heather Mac Donald browses an astronomy course at Cornell University, titled Black Holes: Race and the Cosmos, and premised on the question, “Is there a connection between the cosmos and the idea of racial blackness?” It seems unlikely that said course will enable any great scientific revelations, despite marshalling the combined forces of “Black Studies theorists” and the late jazz musician Sun Ra, who claimed to have visited Saturn; though it promises to “conjure blackness through cosmological themes.”
And so, while some observe the merging of bogglingly massive astronomical objects, others regard themselves as a more fascinating topic, and “conjure” their own “blackness.” Via farce, contrivance, and racial narcissism.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
Physics is hard but wokeness is easy.
Physics is hard but wokeness is easy.
An easy ‘A’, certainly. Though I suppose that depends on one’s appetite for farce, contrivance, and racial narcissism.
“How would it be if the United States were viewed by the rest of the world as interfering with the elections directly of other countries…”
Oh yes do tell us, how would it be? 🙄
Remember when it was just a Clown Quarter? I seem to recall not too many years ago when some people here expressed confidence that this nonsense would stop once it hit STEM. Bwahahahaha. Notice I used a period instead of an exclamation point there. Yes. I did it on purpose.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonk/wp/2016/06/13/stop-using-periods-period-2/
Remember when it was just a Clown Quarter?
It metastasised.
For those with a taste for melancholy ghost stories, we’re about halfway through this and so far, it ain’t bad.
Not my usual thing, and not what I expected.
Conventional wisdom would have it that the “black” in black holes has nothing to do with race.
Golly. It would seem “conventional wisdom” is an odd way to spell “fact”.
…the combined forces of “Black Studies theorists” and the late jazz musician Sun Ra…
You left out Outkast.
Guy is a veritable Kepler.
No, not without psychopathology, and don’t call me Shirley.
Cornell. Elite University. Yo.
It
Yes. I think that’s the link where some asshole in the comments said some somewhat prescient things. Though he wasn’t quite as much of an asshole back then.
Trudeau and friends are on tear, passing Bill C-10 and threatening to bring back the Section 13 hate speech provision that Mark Steyn and Ezra Levant (amongst others) helped defeat almost a decade ago. It’s unclear whether the Conservative Party of Canada is the solution to this problem, however (a problem across the Anglosphere).
Huh.
I always visualize such tales of whoa (Contemporary Black Studies) as an Earth, Wind, and Fire album cover.
What, you ask, is an “album”?
My lawn, offa’it.
melancholy ghost stories
Yes, it was truly excellent. You might also like the first, and possibly the second entry of American Horror Stories.
You can stop there though. It goes downhill dramatically after that. Much like the second haunting of Bly Manor. Apparently.
but let me tuck the 380 before I jet
What, no Desert Eagle “point five oh”?
Slacker.
What, no Desert Eagle “point five oh”?
Too big and heavy to tuck when you are sagging…
“It’s unclear whether the Conservative Party of Canada is the solution to this problem”
Not a chance David. The Conservative Party of Canada is way too concerned about media optics, polls, or newspaper opinions than conserving anything. At this point the only difference between the 2 groups is that the Liberals favour red ties, and the Conservatives favour blue ones. Any dissent is ruthlessly crushed out by party leaders.
Too big and heavy to tuck when you are sagging…
Sagging? You need to stuff another stack in there before heading to your whip.
Or something. So I’m told.
So on seeing a twatter titled Is Subway selling real tuna? I felt compelled to find out.
Unsure as I was about whether it was going to condemn Subway for selling tuna because tunas are trans and cute, or denounce Subway for not selling tuna because tunas are sustainable, or some completely unexpected concocted outrage.
Well, it links to a New York Times article called “The Big Tuna Sandwich Mystery” [“All the News That’s Fit to Print” indeed – plus rather more shit like this] which follows the following structure:
Clever Title
– 262 words explaining to moronic NYT subscribers what tuna is and what Subway is.
Tuna, in the Abstract
– 639 words copy and pasted from better articles describing in more detail what tuna is and what Subway is.
From the Sea to Your Submarine
– 742 words explaining what fishing is.
Sandwich Artists Weigh In
– 392 words explaining what a sandwich is.
The Lab Results
– “…we cannot identify the species.”
– 480 words outlining why the non-existent lab results do not in any way diminish the value of this article
I read it so you don’t have to!
Long story short: I didn’t find out. 😢
Sagging?
Be around your knees with a Desert Eagle. OTOH, that might start a new trend.
Meanwhile, as we were speaking of understanding of blackness things, I was wondering if anyone can translate this.
I was wondering if anyone can translate this.
One more time.
translate this
Alas no. I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t even know what a “non-black latinxs” might be.
However, I can report that although the phrase “afrodescendant communities” gets almost 5000 results (who knew!), there are only 4 hits for “predominantly afrodescendant communities”. Which must tell us something?
Unfortunately again I don’t know precisely what a “Frodo” descendant is, but we can say for sure that there aren’t nearly as many “predominant” ones.
One more time.
Yes, but that doesn’t address the underlined bits or “Latinxs”.
The plural of Latinx would be Latinx, you know, like sheep, or moose.
racial narcissism
That.
what a “Frodo” descendant is,
Hmm. I thought one of the other hobbitses was married off.
we’re about halfway through this and so far, it ain’t bad
Sadly, it does not end….well, not that it doesn’t end well as much as the last episode appears to have been written by a completely different writing crew who were under the impression they were writing a Very Special Episode of something rather than a psychologically disturbing gothic horror story. The tone shift is a bit perplexing.
I will say the blatantly obvious attempt to ape WestWorld, down to the opening credits, amused me greatly. Your Netflix dollars at work.
second haunting of Bly Manor
Bly Manor is a gothic romance rather than a gothic horror story. It failed to hold my attention because of it, but it seemed competently done.
http://www.amnation.com/vfr/archives/022187.html
Inflation.
black blackmail
While this is certainly true of high-profile grifters and lowlife layabouts alike, the most common usage of of the black victimization narrative is for good-thinker Huwhites to attack bad-thinker Ytes. “Black Bodies” wielded as the cudgel of corporate communism, as it were.
I mean, just imagine for a moment the money riding on continued racial disharmony, as well as the sheer quantity of people for whom even a modest improvement in western cultural confidence would mean unemployment.
Bly Manor is a gothic romance rather than a gothic horror story
That may be so. Unfortunately it’s not called The Passion of Bly Manor. It’s called The Haunting of Bly Manor. As such I expect at least competent ghosts.
Unfortunately again I don’t know precisely what a “Frodo” descendant is
A strange hybrid of Hobbit and Elf, Hobbit and Dwarf, Hobbit and human, and so on. A strange, disturbing history which for some reason involves strawberry scented bath soap.
So there you have it.
“Whitey’s on the Moon”
Richard Landes argued convincingly, in Heaven on Earth, that lunatics like critical race theorists only tske in terms of power to enfocrce their millenarian dreams when the authorities are converted or replaced by the new faith.
Conservative parties the world over are bad at resisting the lunatics because establishment conservatives are afraid of appearing no longer be respectable. This is because conservatives are too often group animals and don’t have the tools (or spine) to stand up to the shrieking.
*take off in
Dammed mobile keyboards! (That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!)
Given, last I checked, the earliest hominids were resident in Africa, surely all communities are Afro-descended?
“Do you like what you doth see . . . ?” said the voluptuous elf-maiden
as she provocatively parted the folds of her robe to reveal the rounded,
shadowy glories within. Frito’s throat was dry, though his head reeled with
desire and ale.
She slipped off the flimsy garment and strode toward the fascinated
boggie unashamed of her nakedness. She ran a perfect hand along his hairy
toes, and he helplessly watched them curl with the fierce insistent wanting of
her.
“Let me make thee more comfortable,” she whispered hoarsely, fiddling
with the clasps of his jerkin, loosening his sword belt with a laugh. “Touch
me, oh _touch me_,” she crooned.
Frito’s hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the
delicate swelling of her elf-breast, while the other slowly crept around her
tiny, flawless waist, crushing her to his barrel chest.
“Toes, I _love_ hairy toes,” she moaned, forcing him down on the
silvered carpet. Her tiny, pink toes caressed the luxuriant fur of his instep
while Frito’s nose sought out the warmth of her precious elf-navel.
“But I’m so small and hairy, and . . . and you’re so _beautiful_,” Frito
whimpered, slipping clumsily out of his crossed garters.
The elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and held
him more firmly to her faunlike body. “There is one thing you must do for me
first,” she whispered into one tufted ear.
“Anything,” sobbed Frito, growing frantic with his need. “Anything!”
She closed her eyes and then opened them to the ceiling. “The Ring,” she
said. “I must have your Ring.”
Frito’s whole body tensed. “Oh no,” he cried, “not that! Anything but .
. . that.”
“I must have it,” she said both tenderly and fiercely. “I must have the
_Ring!_”
Frito’s eyes blurred with tears and confusion. “I can’t,” he said. “I
mustn’t!”
But he knew resolve was no longer strong in him. Slowly, the elf-
maiden’s hand inched toward the chain in his vest pocket, closer and closer it
came to the Ring Frito had guarded so faithfully
Her tiny, pink toes caressed the luxuriant fur of his instep
If anyone’s getting aroused by this thread, I’m fetching the hamster urine.
Go on…
Oh God. Urine Me! Urine Me!
If anyone’s getting aroused by the hamster urine, I’m fetching the weasels.
David runs a respectable establishment.* Pervy hobbit fanciers not welcome.
* For certain values of respectable.
Ahhh…weasels xxxx.
Pervy hobbit fanciers not welcome.
That reminds me of an old text-based computer game I used to play. There was an old lady you could randomly encounter in the village who had a covered basket full of kittens that, for a bit of coin, you could examine. Sometimes you’d reach in and get a tabby or calico or something, and there would be some benefit from that. But sometimes she’d slap your hand away and call you a pervy kitten fancier, and that would be like a mild curse that wore off after a bit.
Now I wonder where that phrase “pervy — fancier” comes from. It’s gotta be some pop cultural reference I’m not getting. Monty Python, perhaps?
Now I wonder where that phrase “pervy — fancier” comes from.
I have no idea. The Very Secret Diaries usage is the only one I am familiar with, and it is more recent than your old text-based computer game.
It’s gotta be some pop cultural reference I’m not getting.
Not necessarily. After all, someone had to be the first to coin the phrase.
Frito’s throat was dry, though his head reeled with
desire and ale.
I picture Frito as a Latinx hobbit in a Cheech and Chong skit
“BRAAAACK”
Frito: Scuse me.
Frito: Why I say scuse me. There’s nobody here.
Frito: Man, I gotta stop eating those refried beans for elevenses.
I actually believe there is a link, at least metaphorically, between black holes and race:
There is a monetary “event horizon”. On one side is barely productive economic activity where significant amounts of cash are spent on frivolous, useless, and disposable things. On the other side all of the cash is gone, destroyed by vandalism, fraud, theft, and death.
There is a monetary “event horizon”.
Sounds a bit, well, Gibbons. As in Roman Empire…
Her tiny, pink toes caressed the luxuriant fur of his instep
Definetely related …
Unlike most common laboratory rodents, hamsters tend to defecate and urinate in one corner of the cage and, because they are desert-adapted animals, hamsters produce relatively scant amounts of urine.
Ohh.. look at Mr. Fancy… lobbing about the precious hamster urine.
Lace doilies on the bar and the Weekend Gazette on the tables next, I suppose.
Definetely related …
Those pervy elf-hobbit jokes were jokes. The sexy skunks in Pogo and Warner Brothers cartoons were jokes. Now we have furries and elf-sex cosplayers and, God knows what else.
Every year there is less and less on TV that I want to see.
My own background is in the “hard sciences” and although it’s self-evident to say so these are extremely dangerous/sinister developments in our culture.
We, collectively, must stress to those leading us down this road that when the great correction occurs (as it must at some point) that they pretty much begged for the results. Robespierre would agree I’m sure.
PS. Nothing wrong with having a weasel ferret around in your trousers. One mans meat and all that.
“Or, Prattle Beyond The Stars”
/applause
farce, contrivance, and racial narcissism.
Nail on head.