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And every gimmick hungry yob
Digging gold from rock n roll
Grabs the mic to tell us
he'll die before he's sold
But I believe in this
And it's been tested by research
He who fucks nuns
Will later join the church
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Married Christmas Celebrating Mottizens: what did you and your spouse get each other for Christmas?
Joe Rogan and Lex Friedman both do good work on interviews, and it's looooooooong with deep archives. I've never kept up with either podcast, but occasionally I'm in the mood and dig one up.
Welcome to Nightvale is fun and mindless if you like supernatural-lovecraft-comedy
Everyday Driver and Consumer Reports Talking Cars car podcasts are my favorite car podcasts when I'm in the mood, because they review real actual cars a human might actually drive.
The History of Rome is old but amazing, I've listened to it all the way through three times and I'll probably listen to it again this summer. It's so much detail. Hardcore History is a little 2edgy4me sometimes, but it is a classic for a reason.
The Secret History of Western Esotericism is absolutely incredible as a project, the SHWEP goes into so many things that if you're like me and read widely in the classics you have heard of but don't know half as much about as you'd like. I keep meaning to get through the whole thing.
You Must Remember This is a history of old Hollywood podcast, the series on Manson and Hollywood Babylon and Dead Blondes are my favorites, but every one of the series is pretty good, though it's painfully woke at moments. Acquired is a great podcast doing a long form history of famous companies, I find the guys hosting so incredibly cringe and lame that I can only enjoy episodes about companies I actually care about, the number of time these two quarter zip fucks call somebody a "badass" or a "gangsta" or something is too high, but the episodes on Starbucks and Rolex were great.
For stuff that's more to my personal rather than universal interest, The Philly Special podcast with my boys Sheil Kapadia and Shawn Syed is my favorite Eagles podcast I listen to multiple times a week. The BJJ Fanatics podcast does an interview with a great BJJ practitioner every week, and while they don't all hit, when I want that content they do a pretty good job.
I'll also throw in the Shakespeare Network on youtube has audio recordings of every Shakespeare play, and I'm working my way through them. Yale Courses on Youtube has lecture series on a wide range of topic, one of which must interest you at any given time.
How long are we talking? Strategy for a three hour drive is different than a six hour drive.
I like a big pleasant beverage, I'll stop at Wawa and get an extra large diet coke or Dr pepper. Zyns are pleasant and calorie free. Drinking also forces me to stop and piss, which adds the element of looking for a likely empty spot to tap a kidney.
Line up a variety of podcasts/music/audiobooks beforehand so when you get bored of one thing you just change to the next.
I've known him since we were literal children, and frankly in our lives we've done worse things together, so I trust him when he tells me this, if he had cheated he'd tell me knowing I'd do my best to help him and I'd never tell another soul and I'd hold the line to his boss and his wife. I'm skeptical of the "I only had one beer and the bartender slipped me a mickey Finn" part of the story, but not of the "I didn't cheat on my wife" part.
I realize he's not your friend and hence the story lacks that element for you, but I don't really have a way to fix that.
My dream, which I probably just need to spend a small amount of money on, is a system that allows me to switch seamlessly between phones on a whim. I like having the full on phablet for various reasons having to do with work and self control; I would like having an even bigger one if I didn't have to carry it all the time; I'd like having the option to switch to my old flip phone when I'd like ten days of battery life and durability and don't need anything beyond calling; or maybe even just a smaller smart phone that would provide podcasts or Spotify for a long walk but not much else.
There's probably a way to do this that I haven't figured out yet.
It might have something to do with you living in Japan for however long, where you are the minority, while I sit provincially in Wawa country, confident enough to fly to Japan to see you and say "Wow, look at all these minorities they got around here!"
-- The vast majority of men throughout European history would disagree with you that drinking is less important than avoiding loose women.
-- Drinking was the problem in this case, but it is far from the only unlikely occurrence that can put you in a bad situation.
-- You say alcohol causes people to act like idiots. I say there are many people who need to act like idiots a little more often.
I don't really know. I think it depends on the person doing it, and why they are doing. Master Morality and Slave Morality are primarily about why you do things and not what you do. Wokeness is largely nebulous and poorly defined, some people like it out a will to power, out of an overflowing sense of self. Others like it as a spite against those they resent.
But the grand irony of Nietzsche has always been this: those who crow about Master Morality are always engaging in Slave Morality. The people who call out the dominant culture as Slave Morality, who imagine a world where they will overthrow all the existing beautiful and good and make themselves kings, are life's losers, their hatred for everything that exists is fueled by resentment of their betters, of those luckier and taller and prettier and richer than they are.
This goes back more or less to Nietzsche, who was a luckless loser. He was no conqueror, no Blond Beast. He got laid once with a prostitute and caught syphilis, which slowly destroyed his career and body and mind. When he railed against the philistines and the slave morality of the majority, he was railing against the actually powerful and successful people liking the things that they like.
Catholicism is essentially the original of Nietzsche's slave morality, but it is also the religion of Charlemagne and the Lionheart and Don John of Austria.
My own journey with religion is very like this. As a child I was raised Catholic. As a teenager and college student, I explored other religions. As an adult, I realized that no other religion is meaningful to me, that I only considered them out of their opposition to Catholicism.
And, also, I’ve been through the wringer with enough young beautiful women who would sidetrack me to realize that Mike Pence was not as far off as some would have it: Any man in the wrong circumstances is capable of cheating.
I've become very strict on the Pence Rule lately. A friend of mine had a business trip, big conference kind of deal, and a bunch of people on the trip made plans to go to a local bar. Well my friend shows up and everyone bailed except him and a girl who was a friend/plus-one of one of the other women on the trip. Well, they disappear, no one can get a hold of them all night, or the next morning, and everyone figures they have hooked up. Which rather upsets his wife, who is also on the trip.
My friend woke up the next morning on a bare mattress on the floor of a flophouse apartment two hours from his hotel, with no memory of anything after the first beer, and no wallet or phone, having to find his way back to the hotel on the kindness of strangers in a bad part of a town he's not from. He thinks he was drugged, while I love him I'm always skeptical of Mickey Finn Cocktail stories as there's almost no confirmed cases and it's typically just too much alcohol. Regardless of how it happened, I don't think it was intentional to get that fucked up. But the circumstances made it all so damaging: he disappeared last seen in the company of a young woman.
I always avoided situations where I was alone with a woman. But I think the utility of the rule stretches way past just what you might do, but to all the strange unlikely occurrences that might happen to you and leave you with a lot of 'splainin to do.
It is a slur. I treat slurs the same as I treat any other kind of profanity, they spice up a sentence, and are useful to express or portray a particular slant or implication in a story. "Bob and Alice made love" is a rather different image than "Bob fucked Alice;" even though they are mechanically the same act. In the same way, "This store was in a black neighborhood" is different than "This store was full of niggers;" even though they're pretty similar phrases. I could refer to the same friend of mine accurately as white working class, or as a trailer trash redneck; the same person, different implications. A person might refer to me walking into Wawa for a coffee as a white guy, a middle aged white dweeb, or a faggot yuppie fuck getting a whipped cream latte. All would be accurate enough.
In this particular case, I use the word pajeet to refer to motel owners/operators and their cousins they imported to clerk precisely, not as a general article of hatred for Indians. I rather love Indians. By using the word Pajeet, I'm using the connotations of the word to paint a picture in the reader's mind: the motel operation is primarily extractive, with minimal effort put in to things like reputation or avoiding scandal, they don't take a ton of pride in the operation and just want to make as much money with as little effort as possible. Where a native owner might think of themselves as an upstanding member of the community and be suspicious of a married executive they see around, an Indian just doesn't care, there's no connection to care about what the YTs are up to. I use the connotations of the word Pajeet to bring that aspect to the fore, the foreigner, separate from the community.
Perhaps, much like other profanity, I shouldn't use slurs, or at least should use them rarely. But I suppose I'm juvenile enough to still find them both useful and amusing.
My polish relatives came by for the traditional Christmas Eve dinner and I won't cook again for a week.
This is brilliant.
Occasionally I'm reminded that so much of the red tribe anthropology on here has the quality of European explorers confidently reporting the customs of Amazon tribes.
And yet here you are... Merry Christmas
The fact that it's specious is what makes the whole affair depressing.
This whole thing is depressing. Writing like that should practically get you removed from a liberal arts course. The student admitted in interviews that she never read the article.
None of that matters to any outcomes here and it's depressing. The University can't, in good faith, defend giving a zero to a paper that deserves a "come see me in office hours."
This is the best evidence I've seen so far that the University system needs to be torn down.
Mine came in painfully when I was 18, and the doc said I should get them out, but it was the middle of spring rowing training for Dad Vail so I put it off and lived off protein shakes. After two months the pain went away and I forgot about it. Since then they've gotten painful about once every two years, but it goes away after a week or so.
You've linked Andy Williams' Happy Holidays/The Holiday Season medley, which is the perfect subversion of the original and the general "happy holidays" sentiment
I find it obnoxious to listen to in line at the Home Depot. That's really all I'm saying about. I'm not doing literary analysis.
If the Jews want us to get Hanukkah in there, they better get started on doing some outreach and getting people on board
At scouts as a kid, the Dreidl was crackerjack, so there's been some effort. And in middle school chorus, the token chanukah songs were normally pretty good. So it's not impossible.
I feel like PETA would, if Hitler offered to do a public endorsement of vegetarianism. A very kind and humanitarian impulse, just... A lot of other things.
PETA would absolutely take him. They're that committed.
Great movie. Got very mad at brother in law for making me watch it last Christmas, actually, because despite my wife being subscribed to an absurd number of streaming services, he insisted on buying another movie through my Amazon account. Which struck me as an absurd extravagance, $4 or whatever totally unnecessary, but it did turn out to be amazing, so that shut me up.
I’m no film historian, but if The Apartment wasn’t the first, it must have been very close to creating the template for the bawdy office Christmas party trope. It's all there (short of nudity) full on full-on pre-HR debauchery with people getting hammered, hooking up wherever they can find space. I’m sure Mad Men borrowed heavily for it's office culture.
No. That's how things were. It didn't create a trope through film, it represented a reality. Mad Men drew on that same historical set of facts. Christmas parties really used to be fun before we all turned our noses up at them. Go to any local bar association event, corner the oldest man you see, and ask him to tell you stories from the old days. This isn't to say that there isn't a cycle of art imitating life imitating art
Baxter is a cuck in almost every sense of the term...Since it’s the 1960’s she not just in it for the sex, she actually falls suicidally in love with the bad boys, and she doesn’t have any kids. But Fran only turns to the nice guy after she’s been "run through".
And we're shown the alternative to the nice guy forgiving the harlot: she kills herself. The alternative to beta men being cucked is that women who make mistakes just, kind of, shuffle off camera and die. No one has come up with a scalable solution yet. Baxter is obviously the good guy here, in that he is saving her from literal or social death by swallowing his pride.
What's the really interesting cultural reality in the film is the overwhelming nosiness of all the people around everyone in New York City.
Why do the executives value the privacy of Baxter's apartment so highly as to consider its use a major favor? Because back then hotels paid attention to their guest lists, and cared if two unrelated people stayed there, or if people showed up in the afternoon and checked out that evening. A non-concern today, when hotel employees couldn't care less, and in a pinch you could always find a place where you check in and out online without seeing anyone. No corporate hotel property pries into the business of its customers, and no pajeet motel owner could come close to caring what the YTs do there.
Baxter lives in an apartment house where everyone knows everyone's business. The elderly neighbors around him are watching him. Everyone thinks he's a playboy. Nowadays, they might snide-post on twitter about how loud their nextdoor neighbor is, but no one would say a word to him however much he plowed. The doctor cares about how Fran ended up the way she is, today's doctors want to "tolerate" your lifestyle to make sure to do harm reduction. This all has no consequences for the executives he lets the place out to, but terrible social consequences for him, which is what they are more or less paying him for.
Even in a city as large as New York, the very hub of anonymity for the time, reputation is important, and traditional morality still has its enforcers. Baxter is the very model of the lonely, isolated, atomized individual in this film, and he is still constantly worried about what other people think of him. Today's equivalent wouldn't know any of his neighbors. Traditional morality would have no grasp on him. He'd move out before he'd care what some old biddie thinks of him. And no executive needs a discreet love nest, he can just find a way to open a credit card online and spend $100 on a decent hotel room for the day where no one will ask any questions, if any of the staff even speaks English.
Where in 1950s New York, even a single man was subject to a panopticon of judgment, today a married man in the suburbs doesn't worry about it too much.
This is a type of base rate adjacent fallacy. The pool of people with average or below genotypic IQ is literally over 150x that of those in the top 0.3%, 50x those in the top 1%, etc. They get a lot more cracks at making it into the Top [X] of phenotypic IQ rank. Kind of like how, taking listed heights at their word (NBA players were born in the darkness of height frauding; men doing online dating merely adopted it), there appears to be a similar number of men between 6'0" and 6'3" and men between 7'0" and 7'3" in the NBA. It could be that height doesn't matter that much for basketball—or perhaps it could be because there are hundreds of thousands times more men in the former group than the latter group.
Surely you agree that it is possible to both over or under rate the importance of height for a basketball player? Height is critically important for basketball, and a player is nearly always, ceteris paribus, better and more useful for a team if he as inch taller. But if you proposed trading Tyrese Maxey for Zach Edey, you'd be making a mistake.
There can bo societies that overrate the importance of genetic heritage, and societies that underrate it.
I believe I heard they were specifically instructed to wear college sweatshirts, to appear to be students.
Seemingly every month I find a new reason to dislike online gambling. It's becoming an intellectual doubt I have about a lot of the rationalist "gambling is a tax on bullshit" types.
Love:
No Place Like Home for the Holidays Out of the classic songs that get played over a store radio this time of year, this is the one that I whistle to myself when I'm cutting down the Christmas tree. My mother loves Christmas, which is the only thing I really like about Christmas, so that's what makes me happy to think about.
What are you Doing New Year's Eve Obviously a holiday season song rather than Christmas, but New Year's Eve is my favorite romantic holiday. Valentine's day is commercialized garbage, anniversaries are mostly kinda dumb in practice; but kissing at midnight to ring in the New Year is a particular moment that can only happen with one person every year, and having someone to kiss is a critical status symbol in high school/college, and being together is part of being a couple. The O'Jays do a really perfect, slinky arrangement. It carries both the longing and pleading, and a certain sly naughty offer to it. The speaker is humbling himself before the object of his longing ("Oh-oh, just in case, I stand one little chance, Here comes the jackpot question in advance..." "out of the thousands of invitations you receive") but the performance and arrangement reflects a confident offer of pleasure.
Hate:
Wonderful Christmastime I hate the Beatles, which makes this pretty straightforward. Saccharine and awful.
Happy Holidays My most boomer take, I hate the phrase Happy Holidays. Growing up I was a good little liberal, inculcated with the idea that the "War on Christmas" was Fox News bullshit and that inclusiveness meant wishing everyone Happy Holidays rather than Merry Christmas, so that you wouldn't make people feel bad if they didn't do Christmas. This was based on growing up in a culture in which the religious majority-minority dynamic was built around Christians and Jews, and Jews historically took the view that celebrating Christmas was a threat to their religion, and equally they have no interest in me celebrating their holidays. I wanted to be tolerant, so I went along with it. Then as I grew up I got to know more Hindus and Muslims, and they love Christmas, and they would love for me to stop by on their holidays. I realized that nobody means Happy Holidays, it's just a corporate generic gesture, not the way one means "Merry Christmas." I don't feel good when someone wishes me Merry Christmas, and I'm not offended or left out when someone wishes me Eid Mubarak or have a good Diwali or whatever. We should all just wish each other to have a happy [holiday one actually celebrates] and we all understand that if we aren't celebrating, they're just hoping we have a good day that day.
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