From the original Verge article:
And even as they utilize these tools, vast swaths of young people are deeply acrimonious and even resentful of the AI-centric future that many feel is being forced on them.
Thank god they see it for the ideological apparatus it is.
Gotta have a hell of a hog for that glory hole.
Literally any of them. In the southeast it feels like there’s D.C. and Atlanta, but nobody really stops in between. Can’t blame them though.
Allegedly Shakespeare said not to see King Lear until you’re old. It’s pretty brutal. I recommend it sooner.
Technically you can, if you have a Brazil nut allergy and they’ve eaten one
“Taxi to Baltimore Dub” by Scientist. It has an interesting genealogy: Randy Newman’s song “Baltimore” was done as a reggae cover by Nina Simone, then covered again by an actual reggae band called The Tamlins, which then got remixed/dubbed by Scientist. If you listen to Newman’s and then Scientist’s, they’re effectively unrecognizable in relation other than lyrical snippets. I absolutely recommend it.
Snob answer: coffee is only good 20 minutes after it’s brewed, assuming you’ve brewed it 20 minutes after it was ground.
Practical answer: I’d probably dump it at the end of the day, it’s pretty stale by then.
You wanna get Sea Org’d? Cause that’s how you get Sea Org’d.
Bureaucracy. Particularly how it informs political structures (looking at you, Weber).
Ar…rrrch. It’s pirate-themed.
[Author] Denise Roffe interviewed an old African American woman, a descendant of slaves who once labored on the land near Angel Oak. She recounted a legend that the tree was home to giant vultures who feasted on the bodies of slaves who were hung from the branches.
Putting on the thinnest tinfoil hat: “This is why we need the ballroom!”
Sherman needed to make a second pass.
Heck, where we’re at now, let’s just ask ChatGPT to put red dots where each person will shoot and really spice up the thing. Turn that room into Equilibrium.
“Woah there buddy, gotta ask you first: are you sure you’re predestined y/n?”
Everyone at Costco on a weekday morning who is walking a little too leisurely. These aisles are for the living and I want to check you into the goddamn boards.