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Alright, digital DE-TOX mfs:

• No more apps on phones. Texts, emails on read-only, calls, photos. That’s it.

• Obviously, no notifications ever.

• No phone around after 8pm and before 10am. Just don’t fucking touch it.

• Laptop/desktop for everything you need to do. Do the tasks, level up, close the laptop/desktop.

• Stay on the open web as much as possible. Bookmark. Manage your reading. RSS FTW.

• Use your bank web portal and shut up (I know, they often suck but no apps on phones, jfc).

• No TV and no screen bigger than 24/27inches. They swallow your soul. Stop using them.

• Get books, use your library card. Turn pages, hear the sound.

• Listen to offline music; fill up drives with mp3 files. Buy a cheap Sandisk player.

• Share, write, publish online. It can be anything, text, videos, music. And then move on.

• Talk to people of all ages. Have conversations. Get out and go to events. Share.

• Take your time. Allow yourself to do nothing. Quiet your mind now and then. Close your eyes.

Mobile computing fragments our attention like crazy. Use phones *way* less. Fight this shit. I did.

I never went all-in on phones and notifications and IG and whatever. After a decade, I see that I’m the only one with the mental ability to completely ignore a ding or a red dot on a screen. And that’s fucking scary because I realize that y’all’s attention span is very weak.

A very large attention span deficit –inability to focus on what needs to be done- coupled with gerrymandering, unfocused rage and a wild pandemic? Yup, that’s the sinking world we’re in. We can change.

Please detox. For your own health, your goddamn kids’ future and for democracy’s old ass. ‘ppreciate it.

I was more thinking 70s muscle cars, but okay. The Goku one at the bottom left cracks me up.

I dislike the glacial interior, but the outside is quite remarkable.

The idea that we can renovate ruins and make them cozy, is great.

Watched this little documentary about the walled city. It’s pretty wild.

No wonder why it was romanticized in the past 20 years.

LMAOOO

The world is global since WWII, we’re interdependent to no end, and mfers are still not comprehending.

I see folks online treating China like it’s an enemy, you mean the enemy that builds everything for this country since 1995 and owns such a big chunk of the US debt that it would economically be suicidal for them to do anything against America?

Yeah, that’s not an enemy. That’s a partner.

Bomboclaat?

Basically,

It’s currently super wild over there. Barely any government governing, left Europe (this has so many consequences, holy macaroni), unprecedented energy crisis right before fall and winter. It’s a spiral down.

I have no idea what’s going to happen then, but it’s about to get very ugly.

One of my best friend in LA is from there. If you love music, you probably love something from the UK. As a musician when I look back… Just the 80s and 90s UK innovated and invented like no one else. It’s amazing.

Then I went there, ate “food”, got horizontal rain in the face and thought to myself, “I’ll enjoy them from far away now”. But still!

Feel better, dear UK. Sending sunshine from Cali wait, I guess you’ve had enough sunshine this summer, I meant, dry HEAT.

The game of basketball was invented in 1891.

Women’s basketball started in 1892.

Basketball courts are the same for all.

Court dimensions were designed for the average height in America, 5 feet and 9 inches.

Therefore, men’s basketball is full of cheaters: Giannis basically plays on a baby hoop! You are disgusting, my brother. Meanwhile Isaiah Thomas (5’9) is the best NBA player ever.

The WNBA’s average height?

Therefore unlike the NBA, the WNBA is playing the game of basketball as it was intended. The dimensions of the court —especially the basket’s height at 10 feet/3 meters—were designed for people 5 feet and 9 inches tall, to provide enough challenge and demand more effort from players.

When I see all those 6’6 and up dudes dunk, I don’t feel anything. They cheatin’! Gross.

Meanwhile the WNBA is full of shooters, ball movement is necessary and actions are more enjoyable, knowing that this person has not won the genetic lottery with a 8’14 wingspan.

Just average height for a great game. Anyway, the WNBA playoffs have started.

At the start of the pandemic, I thought we would see them everywhere:

I didn’t —thank God and also, weird?— see any, at all. Never. I imagined that here in 2020s L.A. full of tech, in this world of hashtags and other acronyms, with some Cyberpunk cred and Same-Half-Hour Delivery thanks to Pervasive Amazon, it would be popular. Nope.

This is good.