Move slowly and gently and with respect for all beings and things.

Chocolate popcorn, $3 truffle chips, black figs, damsons off someone else's tree, and the sound and smell and pewter light of the first rains of autumn.

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Today is the 100th birthday of technical badass Katherine Johnson. Ms Johnson calculated trajectories for Apollo space missions by hand.

Can finally say that N.K. Jemisin and John Joseph Adams have selected "The Wretched and the Beautiful" for The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2018.

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Me (patiently): Look, it's very simple. Either you meet the Cod of Conduct, and then, the Seal of Approval, or else (gestures) Consequences the Bear.

SEAL: (barks)

BEAR: 'sup

And that's all the consolation I get, on this blisteringly hot night with no breeze and no air.

And yet today there are millions seeking truth and learning to discern truth to the best of their ability; learning to be comfortable with discomfort, accepting of pain, and present, open, and curious; learning above all to listen to new stories, while putting down the poisoned narratives that each of us were given as children and taught to use against others and ourselves.

Millions. More than at any other time, though proportionately the change may be less.

With such a heart, and particularly with such a gathering of hearts, the presence of a liar is sometimes not necessary; nor is the explicit expression of the lie; it is understood intuitively, as birds learn to flock, what unspeakable, unbearable damage a truth-teller might do to that shoddy blanket fort of a story that such hearts hide under, and depending on what is permitted in that society, the penalty ranges from insult and ostracism to death.

This has always been so.

Considering the long sweep of history, it seems to me that the greatest enemy of the truth is not the lie but the compromised and infantile heart that longs to be lied to, that will do violence to truth-tellers in order to preserve its own comfort, that desires ignorance, that sells its freedom to the liar for the cheapest of stories. Rarely does the liar himself carry out the bulk of the violence, after all. Rather, it's accomplished by those who embrace his lies.

Arendt traces it back to the development of the advertising industry as a major economic and rhetorical force, but before that, in 1892, Ida B. Wells was exposing "the old threadbare lie", for which she was hounded out of Memphis; and several thousand years before that, in the heart-truths of myth, Cassandra tried to save her city by speaking the truth, and was imprisoned, then brutalized and murdered, for her pains.

Insofar as we have a national sin, it is the preference of comfort, often padded by self-righteousness, over truth.

In our infantile clutching at those narratives that flatter, swaddle, and comfort us, an observer might feel both compassion for the universal childlike longing for consolation and the horror of seeing such a gesture indulged in by an adult, whose clutching, kicking, and defending of said narrative blanket entails real harm and violence to other humans, unlike an infant's.

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On en parle depuis longtemps dans de très nombreux contextes, je l’ai enfin trouvée: la fameuse “poche de résistance”

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If you die in the game the devs come to your house and kill you

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my hobby: browsing old yahoo answers questions for gold like this
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The other day I found out that my local library has no limit on how many items a person can check out at once.

I asked the librarian, "What's to stop someone from driving up with a UHaul and filling it up?"

And she replied, with a grin, "Ambition"

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