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@RaminNasibov Midsommar

Can someone recommend a movie that will emotionally destroy me?

Bryan Johnson just rippin boner pills, doing random drugs, and fucking his hot young gf, and it’s all funded by the company. peak life experience

Karl Popper was by far the greatest philosopher of the twentieth century and a very moral man. But even he was tainted by the Pattern. The philosopher Joseph Agassi, in his book A Philosopher's Apprentice, described how he tried with very limited success to dissuade the atheist Popper from his strangely uncritical acceptance of supersessionist theology: "In addition to the vulgarity of Popper’s effort to appear Christian in some sense, it made him endorse a kind of anti-Judaism peculiar to Vienna of his early days […] The matter of attitudes to religion was one of the earliest topics of debate that I regularly tried to engage [him] with, once we got close enough to have debates in private […but he] only agreed to omit the most offensive anti-Jewish expressions from later editions of the book."

A $500 billion blockchain exists because a 15 year old cried himself to sleep over a World of Warcraft update In 2010, Blizzard nerfed Vitalik Buterin's favorite Warlock spell in World of Warcraft His own words: "I cried myself to sleep, and on that day I realized what horrors centralized services can bring" Quit the game. A year later his dad showed him Bitcoin. He couldn't mine it and couldn't afford to buy it. So he started writing articles for a crypto blog for 5 BTC each, worth about $3.50 at the time. Those 5 BTC are worth $335,000 today for ONE article. Co-founded Bitcoin Magazine at 17. Applied for a job at Ripple. They accepted him but couldn't sponsor his visa. At 19 he proposed major changes to Bitcoin. The community said no. So he wrote his own whitepaper. Called it Ethereum. 30 developers reached out within weeks. Dropped out of college. Got a $100K Thiel Fellowship. Sold ETH at $0.31 in the ICO and raised $18 million. One person spent $310,000 on 1 million ETH in that sale worth around $4.3 billion at peak. Another one invested $263 and got 850 ETH now worth over $1.7 million. Ethereum launched when Vitalik was 21. Peak market cap: over $500 billion. All because Blizzard nerfed a Warlock spell.

@STORMWARA Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

i need a fantasy book as good as asoiaf i am having a reading slump

@ScottAdamsSays @joelpollak I've been reading you since your blog days many years ago. Your deceptively simple ideas about diet, exercise, fitness, and happiness probably influenced me more than anything else, and helped me become successful.

I have a favor to ask. If my work helped you, or someone you know, please follow my biographer and good friend @joelpollak and leave a comment here in case he wants to follow up with you on DMs. It gives me great joy to learn about any contribution I made. I tried to be useful.

@bryan_johnson Don't die bro

It’s been 19 days and 20 hrs since I last felt Kate’s warm embrace. She landed 47 minutes ago. The 24 hours of travel no doubt has her rushing to shower. She needs to cleanse herself of a dirtied world incompatible with her sensibilities. The wash doubles as a ritual, preparatory for entrance into the symbolic world we’ve constructed. The time apart has been costly.  My body’s electrical signaling betrays the separation. Without her touch, my vagus nerve’s 100,000 myelinated fibers have dropped their high frequency spectral power, squawking distress. An intelligent system broadcasting diminished wave forms, hoping to be heard.  There are other signals of distress. My white blood cells have shifted their gene expression, upregulating pro-inflammatory genes IL-6 and TNF-alpha and downregulating my antiviral genes.  A pro-aging biochemical signature of a system suffering hardship. My environment is a pristine anti-aging laboratory. Air, water, food and light are meticulously measured. Toxins are filtered. Purification systems run autonomously. Biomarkers tracked. Nutrition is calibrated. Yet outside my control is the affection of another. The 68 trillion cells that constitute Bryan Johnson run non-negotiable code. They demand tenderness, and not of a whimsical type, but deep, all-encompassing love that must be earned and carefully maintained. Otherwise they protest in self-termination. She’s now only 13 miles away and I can viscerally feel her essence. The transmission pulses in high fidelity. As if there were a fiber optic cable streaming our connection at light speed through the multiplexed cylinders of glass. The time apart created latency, buffering the connection, depriving us of the luminescence and dimming into noise. In 15 minutes she will be within reach. I can visualize the whites of her eyes and smell her aroma. When she arrives, she will be shy. Whenever we are apart, she returns to zero. Her previous openness will be closed. Her emotional dynamic range will be held in reserve until she feels she is safe and can trust.  I’ll need to kindle her again. The rush of the courtship enthralls me. The anticipation drives a small cluster of my midbrain neurons to flood dopamine. Nerve fibers activate, lighting up my skin’s receptors as it awaits for slow, caressing touch. My hypothalamus begins synthesizing oxytocin, preparing to dump it upon first eye contact to ensure the reestablishment of our pair bond. This biochemical orchestra fills me with delight and sensorial want. Kate’s been mulling over what she’ll wear for days.  She’s considered dozens of possibilities and modeled out my anticipated emotional state, the weather, and our planned activities. The colors will be representative of her psychological state and be positioned to soothe mine. The texture, style, and hues will interplay with our biology. The deliberately chosen accessories will add flair, intrigue and play. This is how she flirts, seduces and bypasses my mind to speak directly to my physiology. She has other tricks too. She’s arrived. I must wait for her. Her timidness will want to determine the cadence. I hear the door crack open and her bag drop to the floor. She’s nervous. I’m on the couch, neutral and open. She rounds the corner and our eyes meet. The inhibitions wither as the magnetism draws us together. Soft hellos are whispered and our bodies interdigitate. I feel her finger tips on the back of my neck. Goose bumps light up my body. Skin nerve cells fire signals directly to my brain, bypassing the analytical mind. The hypothalamus dumps the oxytocin, inhibiting fear and lowering cortisol. The body washes itself in this anti-inflammatory chain reaction.  Our respiration and heart beats are now synchronizing. The brain piles on with a release of endorphins to soothe the psychological pain of our separation. New powers are now in control. Let them run in glory. I press my cheek against hers. The skin on skin triggers a wave of desire. I brush her lips with mine, catalyzing a massive activation of neurons in her brain, overwhelming thought and forcing presence. She relents and wants to dance. She’s home. I slip my hand under her shirt and brush the small of her back. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire across her body. Her hypothalamus stimulates the release of GnRH which tells the pituitary gland to wake up her reproductive system. Our olfactory systems consume each other with delight, signaling immune system compatibility. I move both my hands to her jawline, holding her head firmly in place. Our mirror neurons speak to each other. I know what she wants. My lips press against hers and I softly bite her lower lip. Kate’s blood vessels dilate from the acetylcholine and nitric oxide release, flushing her lips, skin and body. The cascade is nearing waterfall. The executive control of our brains surrenders. No longer concerned with the 68 trillion cells. The prefrontal cortex goes dark. Eliminating future planning and probabilistic modeling. Activity in our parietal lobes diminishes, dissolving the boundary that distinguishes between self and other. No longer is there Kate and Bryan, just a singular biological entity suspended in a state of bliss. The outside world goes quiet. It doesn’t exist. We dissolve into raw existence.

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@netflix New logo just dropped

Today, Netflix announced our acquisition of Warner Bros. Together, we’ll define the next century of storytelling, creating an extraordinary entertainment offering for audiences everywhere. about.netflix.com/en/news/netfli…

@zebriez Savvy is an oldie but a goodie Savoir-faire in French

I'm looking for a word for "get it-ness." Something to describe that sense you get of a person that "gets it." Usually immediately apparent. contenders that are close but not quite it: awake. in the details/close to the metal. high-agency.

@alts_alt_ Incorrect, this is type 3 fun

i showed this to someone and they asked me if i ever considered bringing up my habit of making graphs compartmentalizing my experiences and identity to a professional in an evaluative context

@matt_vanswol "Let them eat ribeye"

I am convinced we could solve nearly all SNAP issues overnight if SNAP only covered whole foods and meat and NOTHING ELSE. Vegetables. Meat. End of list.

@elonmusk And Grok doesn't understand anything...

@tywoosley23 Sleep problems are a reflection of something in your waking life; a deeper issue you’re not facing

I’ll Venmo someone $1000 if they can fix my sleep permanently. I havent slept through a night in 10 years. Tried every sleep supplement under the sun , several peptides. Dropped 50 lbs. I still wake up 8-10x a night

@elonmusk @grok Grok can’t predict the bangers, because no one ever wrote them before

The biggest change that people should notice as we shift the recommendation algorithm to use more of @Grok AI is that banger posts from small accounts should start showing up in your feed

Be the AI slop you want to see in the world

@providenceluvr Relatable

@ldcovert that's why I follow you

Start this ethos as early as you can.

In Europe, you can eat whatever you want, don't have to work out, and don't get fat. Explain?