tolerance

May Allah make this all easy for you. Ameen.

Maybe you should take up cycling. Maybe you need to write more. Maybe you aren't eating enough fruit. Maybe you need a little caffeine. Maybe it's the air quality. We don't think it's microplastics.

Your friends who read. Maybe it's their fault. They're not printing enough. Or sending enough screenshots. Why haven't you caught them outside on street medians reading out loud? To whoever. They're not setting for you the right example.

Audio books won't cut it. Hey big guy why don't stick one a them foam feet thingies in between ya toes while ya at it huh! And cut some cucumbers to recess the bags under ya eyes so people wont mistake ya for a guy who actually reads his books and will not following the family to their trip to Monaco this summer, no, sorry Donna, I'll be here at home with the books. The dog will have to learn to fend on its own as will the plants, your niece and nephew.

Brother you know about as good as I know that whatever is intended for you to achieve and earn in this life is wholly independent of you or myself or anyone else and Who that Power belongs to.

Be thankful for having a father who set you off in the direction that you hoped was best for your professional future. I'm confident in you that you've taken the time to sit and think about where you truly want to go next. What if you aren't indecisive? What if you know exactly what you want to do and where you want to be next? Whatever the outcome is it can only be to your advantage as long as you want to believe that is the case!

> Reading has always been associated with education and more generally with urban social elites. Although contemporary commentators deplore the decline of “the reading habit” or “literary reading,” historically the era of mass reading, which lasted from the mid-nineteenth through the mid-twentieth century in northwestern Europe and North America, was the anomaly.

"Reading and the Reading Class in the Twenty-First Century"

https://sociology.northwestern.edu/documents/faculty-docs/fa...

> [The second-order illiterate] has come a long way: his loss of memory causes him no suffering; his lack of will makes life easy for him; he values his inability to concentrate; he considers it an advantage that he neither knows nor understands what is happening to him. He is mobile. He is adaptive. He has a talent for getting things done. We need have no worries about him. It contributes to the second-order illiterate's sense of well-being that he has no idea that he is a second-order illiterate. He considers himself well-informed; he can decipher instructions on appliances and tools; he can decode pictograms and checks. And he moves within an environment hermetically sealed against anything that might infect his consciousness. That he might come to grief in this environment is unthinkable. After all, it produced and educated him in order to guarantee its undisturbed continuation.

https://www.thefreelibrary.com/IN+PRAISE+OF+ILLITERACY.-a062...

I poked around the different GitHub repos to get a feel for how this was done but would appreciate a proper write-up about it.

We shouldn't. But to what end?

Somewhere I think I have a copy of Grossman's A Writer at War.

The platform Craig Mod built looks like the equivalent of getting book recommendations exclusively from your mutual follows on Twitter.

https://craigmod.com/roden/102/#the-good-place

Craig Mod is an interesting example of someone who makes a living online through "ethical" content production.

Poetic license, pal!

As far as what I ought to be able to do with the thing? Beat it. Of course there are exceptions. You say, "Don't scan the book and upload it to object storage and place it behind a CDN so Ahmed from Tounis can access it". I say, "Don't make wine".

    If you shouldn't be able to copyright GRAPES...you shouldn't be able to copyright BOOKS.

The cynic in me can't resist remarks like "the children yearn for the mines".

Then another part of me thinks...how much of a factory is "just a room" to the people who are not its engineers, designers and owners.

Does the sweaty work in a factory net you the same sort of socioeconomic leverage that it used to? The other day I had a thought that a lot of 2000s sitcoms had dads who managed factories. George Lopez. Damon Wayans. Jim Belushi? Doug Heffernan drove for UPS.

You know, just think, in about 20 years some of these kids in that classroom may just be supervising the young adults of today who failed to make the right pivot in the labor market. The Lindy effect suggests that this blog will be around long enough to show those old guys this post to see if they agree.

Will future sweaty factory work be any good?

But what makes life "possible and enjoyable" in the most mundane sort of way that every human being can agree with relies on STEM. Before that though is the role that religion has in making life possible and enjoyable in ways that are beyond cold reason and material exploits.

Poets come last.

> I'm aware of four big picture questions that predict 16 possible (and incompatible) futures of great divergences [...]

What are they?

I can never look at staircases the same.

Also:

pg's "cliff notes"

https://paulgraham.com/bossnotes.html

And a standout comment from the original submission

> I've heard some Amazon employees say something similar (but maybe not as enthusiastically) about Amazon. One person described their structure to me as "like terrorist cells" [...]

https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=142210

The parent comment is an interesting read as well

> It was the wild west. We had different groups competing for the same government contracts. Managers and hackers alike got whopping bonuses for beating out other groups and they got to decide which contracts they wanted to bag. Entire groups were fired if they didn't bring in revenue. Fist fights, rancor and IP theft between teams were commonplace. But with all that they created some truly mind expanding tech for their time. They owned every angle of a highly lucrative market and showed no signs of slowing down... Until they got bought.