Sly Tea Jar

Two days after @eigenrobot planted the seed, I present the R&P10, an ammunition market index. jslater89.github.io/rp10_index_vie…

@but_seriously05 @MarlowNYC @bivens83306 A mouthpiece gets paid directly. He's just a garden-variety hack.

@MarlowNYC @bivens83306 But you're not telling the truth. You're using bits and pieces to push a manipulated narrative. Please don't call yourself a journalist-you're not. You're a mouthpiece.

he… lives in santa barbara

@eigenrobot @politicalmath word man words not clear, grug keep leaving thinking to sparky sand @grok translate to word man words for grug

a side effect of reading and writing is becoming able to think clearly and as we move toward postliteracy i think we will likely regress to moronic brutedom for the most part trained cognition will be a niche and suspect lifestyle

People joke that hell will be ‘lit’ because all the famous people will be there. It is one of the most theologically illiterate things a human being can say, and almost nobody stops to explain why. The joke assumes enjoyment exists independently of God. That pleasure is something humans discovered and God merely watches from a distance. That we are having fun he is not privy to. But that is completely backwards. God did not observe sex and decide to permit it. He invented it. He did not stumble upon music. He is the source from which music flows. No human musician in their current state walks into heaven’s choir without being exposed. The least of them will put our greatest to shame. Every good thing we have ever experienced is derivative. A trickle from a reservoir we have never seen. This is why the incarnation is such a devastating argument. God puts on flesh. He enters the world with full access to everything we spend our lives chasing. Wealth. Fame. Sex. Power. And he is conspicuously unimpressed. Not because he came to perform suffering, he went to weddings, he ate, he wept, he loved people fiercely. But none of it could compete with what he already knew was real. A man who has eaten the actual meal is not tormented by the photograph of it. Then he meets a rich man, a man who had maximized human enjoyment by every available metric, and he says: sell everything and come. Nobody says that unless they know exactly what is on the other side. That is not the language of sacrifice. That is the language of an outrageously favorable trade. As for hell, the joke gets it completely wrong. Hell is not a party for rebels. Hell is what happens when a being built to find its fullness in God is permanently severed from the source of every good thing they ever enjoyed. The music does not continue without him. The laughter does not continue without him. The connection does not continue without him. Because all of those were on loan from the one they are now cut off from. It is not pleasure without God. It is the final and total collapse of everything that ever made pleasure possible. You are not enjoying something God is missing out on. You are enjoying God already, dimly, through everything he made. Heaven is not a different category of experience. It is the same thing with the glass finally removed.

@guyatthediner I'm not at all a music historian, but it feels like the symphony is a more highbrow form of entertainment than it once was.

@guyatthediner I forget both the piece and the composer, but I heard a snippet of something beautiful from a modern composer outside of film, and said to my wife, "Wait, so they *can* write pretty music and don't? That's even worse!"

@guyatthediner The best one in recent memory was Lera Auerbach's Icarus, which was good enough that I listened to a recording of it later... but John Powell's score for How To Train Your Dragon has it beat by a mile on beauty.

I'm pretty rusty at fiction, but even at my rustiest I don't think I produce this degree of dreck.

@random_eddie @sonyasupposedly Yeah, screw that guy, what has he done— what is— what will he have done for me lately?

barista at my local coffee shop told me that caffeine doesn't give you extra energy, just steals energy from your future self. this immediately struck me as true and I was like WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT 😭

When it comes to billionaires my take is the opposite of Leftists: Billionaires SHOULD consume all their wealth: megayachts, English castles, mountains of cocaine, own a dozen homes and 30 cars - do it! Spend it all! The worst thing that can happen is for a billionaire to try to ‘do good in the world’ and shovel money to NGOs for some cause they get excited about. That’s the worst thing that can happen. Charitable donations should be taxed at 500%. A billionaire’s lavish lifestyle poses no threat to me but their misguided ‘good intent’ is absolutely cancerous and potentially civilization ending.

I made a sports geography game where you're asked to pinpoint locations of 5 questions. I'd appreciate if you gave it a shot geosports.app

I kinda hope this is a true story.

> Why don’t we have pop up and ads in games? —- Steam > Why windows is rolling back Ai and making windows better for gamers? —- Steam (Os) > Who remained Private and not victim to shareholders? —- Steam They are one of the few good companies we have give them 50 yachts

You buy a German anvil. It contains 83 moving parts and requires winding twice a day. It's forged from excellent steel, holds tolerances across all three striking faces to within three microns, includes a beautifully indexed horn-adjustment mechanism nobody asked for, and requires a proprietary 11-point spanner should you need to replace the rebound calibration bushing. It runs flawlessly for years, but one day it starts up in limp mode because the onboard anvil-management system detects that it's overdue for its 50,000-strike inspection. You search AliExpress for a Chinese anvil, and are presented with a multitude of offerings from such household-name brands as DUKXJYIBF, HDBTGMXI, AND UEJQIP. They're all priced to within a few pennies of each other, appear completely identical except for the nameplate, and obviously all came out of the same factory. You text your blacksmith friend to ask if they're legit. He tells you he got one like that from KIXJBU a few years ago, and that it's been great and a terrific deal. You thank him, but KIXJBU seems to have folded so you buy the one from UEJQIP. When it arrives, it feels suspiciously light. You scratch it and realize it's iron-plated aluminum. You buy an American anvil. It's five times the price of the competition, but it comes from a brand that your great-grandfather used to love. It comes boxed with a warranty registration postcard, twenty pages of safety instructions, assay certificate, and a regulatory slip which lists its FCC certification and ITAR registration. It looks just like your friend's KIXJBU. There's a "Made In China" sticker on the bottom. You buy a Russian anvil. It arrives coated in cosmoline, wrapped in newspaper from 1974, and weighing 40% more than advertised. The finish looks like it was machined with a shovel. The face is not flat, but somehow this does not matter. You drop it off a truck, accidentally leave it outside for six winters, and use it to straighten a bulldozer blade. It's fine. You buy a Swedish anvil. It comes flat-packed in a long cardboard box with cheerful Neo-Grotesk lettering and a line drawing of a smiling man assembling it with an Allen key. The instructions contain no words, only pictograms showing the anvil face, horn, waist, feet, and 112 identical-looking fasteners. Halfway through assembly, you discover that the pritchel hole was installed upside down, but only because you used peg B17 where you should have used peg B71. Once assembled, it is clean, stable, and works better than it has any right to. You immediately wonder whether you should have bought two. You buy a Japanese anvil. It arrives wrapped in rice paper inside a paulownia box, accompanied by a certificate bearing three generations of signatures and a photograph of the first production example being presented to the Emperor. The face has been hand-polished by a seventy-eight-year-old master whose family has made striking surfaces since the Muromachi period. You are given detailed instructions for oiling it with a cloth folded in a specific way. It is the most beautiful object you own. You never quite work up the nerve to strike it.

The right: Awesome, we own Eric Clapton now Clapton: I'm sorry, what? TR: You disagreed with one left-wing thing, now you're on our team Clapton: I don't think that... TR: That's how we got JK Rowling. She's right-coded now. Clapton: I should get a say in this... TR: Nope, you're ours. (singing loudly and off key) Sweet Home Alabama! Clapton: that's not my song!

This isn’t accurate. I explain this often. Space is *quite* colorful. EVERY digital raw photo is monochrome. Your phone has something called a bayer filter that allows it to turn one photo into 4 captured through different color filters. Telescopes like Hubble do the same thing through alternating filters, and most of the photos they share are true color. JWST shoots in infrared which is outside the visible spectrum, so it has to be shifted to visible light by its very nature, but the colors are still accurate to the wavelength separation captured, they’re not selected arbitrarily and show real detail. This process is usually overexplained which leads to confusion, when the reality is space photos are generally far more precise than any casual digital photo, including the color.

This is fascinating, less because of the object-level stuff and more because it suggests that Western-context moral reasoning benchmarks and Christianity occupy a similar region in latent space.

@selentelechia One million percent yes.

anyone else's baby act like they're being illegally detained when you are merely holding them and gently patting them before their nap? 😂

@syntoythesis @eigenrobot Gotta front that million, though

@eigenrobot Why is collusion your go-to plan? Dude has a family. You could probably create a credible thread for a mere million. 🤷‍♂️

ezpz offer him a $25M cut to toss me 100 underhand floaters and offer me advice on form since i havent swung a bat since elementary school

@eigenrobot A French guy I knew was writing a cheque for his taxes in the office and complaining about it and someone said "Why don't you do monthly direct debit? You barely notice it." Reply: "I want it to hurt more so I remember to hate them."