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- grafician1
https://www.theatlantic.com/maga…
"History’s Largest Mining Operation Is About to Begin
It’s underwater—and the consequences are unimaginable."- jesus, I had no idea those cunts at de Beers were already engaged in this sort of industry. 'Thanks'.Nairn
- grafician1
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/11/…
Pretty nice article about Tom Hanks, this man is a very good example of a good human being, as good as it gets
- Gnash2
- that was great, thanks.fadein11
- I watched this recently (slightly related).
Interesting to see the same arguments decades ago:
https://www.youtube.…fadein11 - I loved Kerouac's books when younger but what a dick by the end.fadein11
- saved this for later, but fuck it, had half dozen beers and already wrote a half poem, let's read!grafician
- Nairn1
"Forty years ago, a U.S. satellite detected the telltale signs of a nuclear explosion. An analysis of the evidence today points to a clandestine nuclear test, a Carter administration cover-up, and only one country that was willing and able to carry it out: Israel."
- that's a "known" israeli test in coop with south africa.renderedred
- everybody was playing it "wtf" while knowing who it was.renderedred
- shimon peres legacy :)renderedred
- Yeah, it's one of my favourtie old stories - I just liked the particularly blunt peek behind the scenes in this 40th Anniversary article.Nairn
- sure, good article.renderedred
- grafician0
- link?imbecile
- part of the problem here is calling buzzfeed news... as you wereimbecile
- https://www.buzzfeed…grafician
- @imbecile just read it, make up your mind latergrafician
- @QBN we need an edit-post function or something...grafician
- i've read versions of this burnout thing before. i laugh at it being millennial related considering any freelancer in any field can relate, self included at 40+imbecile
- @imbe: you can read between the lines, not just a "millennial" thing, but 100% still true...grafician
- antimotion0
Not sure about the motivation of author, but I am a fan of process stories none the less:
- renderedred2
http://blog.chriszacharias.com/a…
The bittersweet consequence of YouTube’s incredible growth is that so many stories will be lost underneath all of the layers of new paint. This is why I wanted to tell the story of how, ten years ago, a small team of web developers conspired to kill IE6 from inside YouTube and got away with it.
- antimotion1
Clockwork orange sequel (unfinished) has been discovered:
- Well, at least the shitty remake by Tim Burton will take longer to see the light.maquito
- Wow, this makes me uneasy, but yeah with the current state of commercial film, totally plausible haha.antimotion
- renderedred1
From lying in bed with zero ideas to negotiating with the biggest superstar on planet earth.
- renderedred0
https://research.smalldata.indus…...
A Study on the Curation, Acquisition, and Preservation of Animated GIFs
- grafician-1
The Egg
By: Andy Weir
"You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What... what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a... a truck and it was skidding...”
“Yup,” I said.
“I... I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids... my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth...”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just...”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way."
- renderedred0
https://www.autoblow.com/bjpaper…
Analysis of Movement in Oral Sex Performed Upon Men better known as The Blowjob Paper
- Nairn0
“Maybe grapes from one little 80-acre vineyard in France are really the best in the whole world, but I have always had a suspicion that 99% of it is in the telling and about 1% of it is in the drinking.” – Warren Buffet
- grafician-1
"How To Raise An Alien"
"(a short story)
by Byron Quandary
https://medium.com/@byronquandar…
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Lovely short story, found on twitter today...
- webazoot1
Do You Want To Produce Music Or Run A Tape Machine Museum?
Here at ATA Records we pride ourselves on the methods that we have chosen to make our music, mainly recording analog to tape and pressing up vinyl. Not only are we recording to tape we are using the equipment that sonically best represents the style of music we are recording. This involves a lot of vintage recording equipment and with that comes many hurdles.
- noRGB2
This is my favorite thread here in a while. Keep me coming, chaps.
- dkoblesky0
McKay Coppins is one of my favorite writers. Everything he writes is a pleasure to read.