

But never interrupt your enemy while he is making a mistake.


But never interrupt your enemy while he is making a mistake.
That is amazing commitment. It’s looking so good this far.


The article says the minimum commitment is a month. They also provide breakfast.


This is why a lot of academic papers outside of science start with a definition of used terms with citations.


This feels a little truer than OP’s take. Even if oil were renewable, the steps to transform it from crude to something usable are beyond “normal” peoples abilities to just set up in the backyard.

I used to work in skilled nursing and the number of people who think they shouldn’t have to touch their own butt again because they have a mildly inconvenient injury is astounding.
I think there’s probably a pretty big difference between moving your body to a beat for the joy of moving your body and navigating your body and another person’s through a crowded space in a dance that’s both subtle and complex among a group of people generally perceived to be snobby and judgey. (Sorry, @zero_spelled_with_an_ecks@programming.dev, but it is the general perception of tangueros).

I’ve said it about George. I’ve said it about Hillary. I’ve thought it about the Kennedys. I’ll say it about Michelle: I do not want a single family to have an outsized hold on our politics. Literally anyone else with similar stances.


Two empty aluminum cans and one clothing tag.
I’m in love. The little peek of fang sold me.


Love that for me.
Honestly, MacKenzie Scott may currently be the closest thing?


If I were to toss a coin, most certainly it would land on one side or the other; its just possible it might land on its edge. But if I were to make it part of a possibility circuit, I’d turn it into a coin of possible falls. A possible coin. And if I toss that, things are different. One of either heads or tails or just maybe edge will come up as before and lies there as strong as ever. That the fact-coin. And surrounding it, in different degrees of solidity and permanency, depending on how likely they were are a scattering of its nighs – its close possibilities, made real. Like ghosts. Some almost as strong as the factual , fading to those that are just barely there. When the clockwork is running, my arm and the sword mine possibilities. For every factual attack there are a thousand possibilities, nigh-sword ghosts, and all of them strike down together. When I switch on the sword, precision is the one thing I cannot afford. The more precise the strike the more constrained potentiality, the more wasted the Possible Sword. I must be an opportunist, not a planner. I must fight from the heart, not the mind.
My favorite hobby is social dancing in an improvised context. I prefer (slightly) following over leading (though I am skilled at both). At any moment, my partner could choose to move us in any direction, though much like the quote states, some ways are more likely than others. It is my job as a follow to be prepared for any of them and be able to perform them. The more that I think that I know what will happen, the less open I am to what may actually happen (and this can have negative consequences ranging from an unsatisfying dance to physical injury).


I have a personal fondness for The City and The City.
The Scar has one element in it that is weirdly applicable to my favorite hobby, so I have spent way too much time thinking about just that thing.


I remember struggling with On the Road, but someone reminded me that beatniks (including Kerouac) were frequently poets. I miss out on the lyricism sometimes, so this has inspired me to check if my library has an audio book version (it does, I’m 56th in line)


Just finished reading The Cranes Dance by Meg Howrey.
I’m in the middle of listening to They Bloom At Night by Trang Thanh Tran, which I’m very much enjoying as a dystopian fluff book.


I feel the opposite. I didn’t know my wife long before we started dating, and I am thankful both that I met her when I did and that we dated when we did. She got me after a good chunk of therapy. I am much better at being a human now, and I would have hated to have her go through the healing I had to do (I made all the mistakes and probably hurt a bunch of other people in the process).


One of the better things I think to come out of my marriage is my wife’s bachelors degree. At some point she told me one of her biggest regrets was not finishing it. I was like you still can. With just a little push she did (with honors) and it led to a whole different lower burn out career for her.
I was once way too sleepy to stay awake to make/have dinner. My boyfriend woke me up and fed me a sandwhich by basically putting a plate under my cheek and hand feeding me.