If there’s one field where it’s not true at all, it’s sex. Or maybe more broadly, physical activity.
Less sex doesn’t make it better. Less running doesn’t make it more enjoyable the next time. Quite the opposite, actually.
The more physical activity is a routine, the better you are at it, the better you feel.
I enjoy that in a few ways and it’s lo-vely.
My lil dude is doing fantastic.
Dear future and rest of the world,
Yup. Far-right breathing down my neck in both of my countries. Both celebrating their independence ten days apart, giving a contemplative “how the hell did we end up here?” and “weren’t we fighting fascism a generation and some change ago?”.
My take is that we never really separated the state and the church fully in the western world, and that it’s backfiring like fires in California after someone thought it would be a good idea to light up fireworks in a dry ass forest.
I voted and am doing my part to make the world an EDI/DEI world you know, smoothing out the edges. Polishing the roughness. But man, it’s a lot of effort.
My parents were giggling. “Yeah, there’s a COVID surge here, we have a new variant, they talk about it in the news.” I tell them.
“Oh right, the pandemic! We’re not worry about it.” That was the message three weeks ago.
Last weekend: “I was out this week, for three days I was really sick and then I was not well for the rest of the week . COVID I think.” my mom said.
I’m so sick of this inept behavior, goddamn.
https://olsonkundig.com/projects/chicken-point-cabin/
You see this door/wall? It weights 6 tons. It’s moving through a combination of manual hand-crank, good old pulley and gears. A child can open and close it.
Not that I’m thinking about something that big in HHH, but I really want the least possible amount of electronics managing my house. No central computer. No “smart” lamps. No internet access for the fridge.
Electric stuff at best. When they fail, you change a breaker and you’re good to go for the next 15 years. I want lots of manual things so that I move my ass because that’s what the body is for: to fucking move.
I don’t see anything good about electronics in the house outside of headaches. I read them online and it’s so crazy. “my lamp needed to upgrade its firmware, but my phone died so I had to charge it before turning the lights on with the lamp app”. CRAZY.
A house needs to just run. Flip a switch, boom. Raise your arm to get the curtains to move, bam. No apps, no updates, no hacking, no headaches.
Now electric radiant floor heating, low e double pane glass, computer optimized airflow and house orientation, yes, 100%. That’s where technology shines.
Look, this is DiJonai’s stats from 3 this season. Lots of zeros.
This is DiJonai’s stats from the 3-point line this season after my post on June 19th, praising her all the way but talking crazy about her 3-point shot skills (she can’t shoot from there, real clown girl shit). I’m sorry, baby. I am the clown:
She since then shot 50% twice, including a rather high volume one (3/6) AND score a 44.4% one with high volume (4/9), securing the win for her team in OT, which was down most of the game.
DiJonai if you read this, please leave a comment and let’s get tacos next time you’re in L.A.
If it’s you Simulation, well that was fun.
The Real Reason Why Music Is Getting Worse
Rick is right. It’s been a known phenomenon. The buffet style, all you can eat for one fee, leads to irrelevance.
It happened to restaurants and food. It’s happening with streaming and music. It’s happening with streaming and movies and shows. It’s happening with game pass and games.
We saturate our minds so hard, we don’t feel anything anymore. We don’t have time for this. On the production side, everything is optimized against numbers and hype so everything tastes, feels, sounds the same.
Late stage capitalism has ruined our entertainment and greed from both customers and producers is the reason. There, I said it.
The 90s felt like a treasure hunt. In the real world, kids. Most of the time, it felt alienating. “I’m just trying to get that album/video/game ffs!!!” And you would scour like a mf everywhere. Months, maybe years. But when you were getting your hands on that thing oh boy, was it special. Or frustrated, you would go “fuck it, I’ll get that one, not sure” and sometimes it would be the best shit ever. Or maybe not, but you’d spent some money on it and you would realize that it has its quality. Sunk cost fallacy or whatever, you would be alone with that thing and start appreciate it. Maybe it was even making you better at empathy, under forced practice.
We just throw everything out in minutes today. Even the hottest shit that was the hottest just last week. It’s absurd and so wasteful.
“On God”
And it would be hilarious considering the start of our conversations.
Maybe one day.
One is older than me, the other is younger.
One is Mexican, one is Japanese.
They both call me HALOLD and I can’t stop smiling at how cute it sounds.
It was indeed, a gorgeous day.