Don’t make them compete for your respect and affection.

nah, fuck him, he still owes me five bucks

Life imitates art.

Yeah, pretty much. Twitter and the Less Wrong forum.

Blood sugar, perhaps, but the real long-term issue is the resistant blood cells. HIIT helps wear those out faster so they’re replaced with newer, hopefully less resistant ones. Exercise like cycling where you hit a stride and your heart rate plateaus isn’t effective for that, is my understanding.

I’m a lifelong bike commuter and trail rider. I ride a minimum of 50 miles a week. It the wrong kind of exercise for this.

But hell yeah bike! bike! bike! for its own sake!

Sugar. I’m prediabetic and this shit is everywhere. I know, medically, what I need to do: significantly cut back for 6-9 months until the insulin-resistant blood cells are replaced by normal ones, and start doing HIIT exercises to move that closer to 6 than 9.

But like, doing anything consistently for 6 months is a challenge for me, much less avoiding something that gives me the happy brain chemicals.

The bullet journal system is nice because it doesn’t depend on consistency. There’s no overhead, it’s just a way of writing things down, so you only need a cheap pen and cheap notebook. Even if you lose them, just grab another. If you forget to use it for three month, the bujo doesn’t care. It’s there for you to use again when you remember.

If you look online you’ll see lots of people who plan their whole year out and call it a bullet journal. But that’s something they’ve built on top of a very dimple, elegant system, not the system itself. Don’t do that shit, it doesn’t work for people like us. Garbage notebook, garbage pen, bulleted lists, migration. Keep it simple.

or ecology!

…or have ADHD

The larger the file, the more patterns that can be compressed. Plus some of the dictionary overhead will be duplicated in multiple files.

The single file should be, at most, no larger than the sum of smaller files. But potentially much smaller.

Nah, it gets closer and then farther away, and corresponds to cars blasting heavy bass.

so any kind would be a different kind, then

It happens when the cars with the aftermarket sound systems roll by, because it still happens when we can hear it, but it also happens when it’s too far away for anyone else to hear. I associate it with deep bass, but I don’t actually know what’s causing the effect.

If I can’t hear it close, how do I know it’s closed?

I need that sensory feedback.

I can hear baselines (from blocks away!) that my family can’t hear at all. Or, hear isn’t the right word, but I feel it as an ache in my ears and head.

Listening to the Snoopy vs. the Red Baron tape by The Royal Guardsmen while decorating the tree.

The Pope rules for life. If they elect a bad one and he’s seventy, oh well, won’t be long. If he’s thirty… that’s two generations growing up under a bad Pope.

Virginity isn’t real.

Sleeping with someone should be about the two of your doing it. Don’t sleep with person A because of your feelings for person B, that’s fucked.

Eyes aren’t windows to anything. Eyecontact is something most of us are wired to crave, to view as intimate, and it’s a shortcut to feelings of trust and understanding. Salesfolk, public speakers, and con artist are all trained to exploit this to be one more effective.

Check the profile, baby.

Seriously, though, I’d rather be blind than deaf. That’s how much.