Posts from the ‘Blurb’ Category

Do you even lift?

The gloves are dead, long live the gloves!

After the old ones were tearing apart I told myself that enough was enough. So I got some new ones. 


Then here are my dumbbells, with 11kg each (2x 5kg weight +1kg the actual bar). It’s a far cry from my previous setting of 16kg each, but I have half an hour each workday morning for my workout, so I need to place an emphasis on efficiency as much as on lifting: I simply lack the time to push for 150 repeats at 16kg every workday morning. But with patience I will get there eventually. 😉

So, at this time I’m doing 150 repeats for pushups, situps, bicep curls and tricep routines.

Until such time,
take care,
A.

Rain.

In evening’s dim light, 

silent raindrops like diamonds glitter, 

voiceless whisperings unheard, 

brief existence of utter beauty, 

sailing on – rolling – into the night, 

sweet dreams…

People are obnoxiously dumb (n-th part)

Last week we had seen the garden expo. Part of it at least. 

Later my wife wanted to leave a review of the place on their Facebook page. Where she found a review from some woman that had visited the same day. 

Don’t try to find the post, it has since been deleted. (But we have screenshots)

A little context before I paraphrase. Here (as probably all over the northern hemisphere) cottonwood blossoms right about this time of year, releasing their seeds into the wind – hundreds of thousands of little woolly drifters floating with every gust of wind, covering grass, shrubs and playground. My primary school’s yard had these fuckers sitting right behind it, so I am accustomed to this stuff. 

This lady gave a 4 star review, subtracting one star because of these cottonwood floaters. Arguing in the discussion my wife started with her that it is an absolute horror for allergics visiting the garden expo. 

Let that reason sink in for a moment.

Cottonwood floaters are a nightmare for allergics visiting the GARDEN EXPO.

I am an allergic. When I said “Yes, let’s go to the garden expo” I anticipated that I will be suffering.
A lot of the shit on display is BLOOMING. If you are an allergic and you’re surprised that the garden expo, at the end of May, is giving you a hard time without your antihistamines – how are you still alive?

These are the same people who bitch about a sea cruise that when they looked out the window, they only saw the ocean, AND that they got seasick.

Just thought I’d share this little gem of idiocy with you.

Take care,
A.

Lost?

I swear it said “Take a left turn”, not “Cross the ocean.”

Yes, that’s all for today. A lame joke.

We had visited the garden expo in Tulln (Austria) last weekend. I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff to see there, to make blog posts for the next two weeks, if not the entire month. But my son was glued to the playground.
No changing his mind.
None.

Hence, this is all… Well, almost. But that’s a rant for another day.

Take care,
A.

Lizard People

No not the elusive, shape-shifting creatures some conspiracy nuts blame for the supposed existence of the NWO. I’m talking about us. Humans. 

Someone once said that “homophobia” is a misnomer, that it is hatred, not fear, driving these people. 

Well, actually, it IS fear. 
Embedded in our very essence, buried so deep inside our make up, that it sits in the reptilian part of the brain, is the tribalism part. The one that fears things (and people) that (who) are different. 

Different skin color? Fear. 

Deformity? Fear. 

Homosexuality? Fear. 

Other language, religion, culture? Fear. 
We are a tribalistic bunch, and we act as such. To borrow a horrible quote of arbitrarily bunched up emotions “fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering”. (I’m not here to discuss semantics this time, because here it fits, oddly enough.)

Homophobia, Xenophobia, and what not else -phobia, IS aptly named. It’s fear fueling the hate, hate driving these people. It’s the lizard at the controls. 

But! 

It is not restricted to the politically right, it is also the left, the supposed libertarians, guilty of letting the lizard take the controls. Fear of vaccines, fear of science (like GMOs), fear of and hatred for progress/change/diversity in all ways – it is our human nature, our lizard nature. 

We do not understand this stuff / these people, which frightens us, thus we hate it/them. Out of fear. 

Overcoming this lizard brain thing isn’t easy, but us having achieved what we have achieved this far, I think it is not impossible. We overcame other embedded programming of our animalistic ancestry. Why not this one too? 
So. In closing, we must not fear, except fear itself. Let us overcome our lizard, and shut the lizard people out of the control centre. 

Tolerance and understanding.

Take care, A.

Hologram Universe / Ancestor Simulation 

​”There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. 

There is another theory which states that this had already happened.”

-Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
The most abused principle of recent times is the anthropic principle. Stating that the universe exists in the way it does in order to be compatible with sapient observers within it. We, the observers, exist because the universe is the way it is. But, and this is the error some make when interpreting this principle, it does not mean that we, sapient observers, MUST exist, because the universe is that way. Pretty much everything out there is hostile to higher developed forms of life such as us. Yet, we’re here, so the physics, chemistry and other boundaries, allow for beings such as us to arise out of the murky sludge that once sloshed around on our planet. But it does not mean that the universe is tailor made for us.

Recently the question arose whether we live in a hologram, an ancestor simulation. Devised by some aliens to study their ancestors through a realistic simulation of “primitive” beings. 

Will we ever find out if we do live in such a simulation? 

Unless the aliens live in a simulation themselves and want to study their ancestors, no. Once the simulated beings figure out they’re living in a simulation, they stop being an accurate simulation. If the simulator (aka computer) interferes with the simulation, your data is crap. Toss it all out and start new. Perhaps you have a save-file from before they found out that can be incorporated in the new, and better, simulation, and you won’t have to start from scratch.※ (Hence the Douglas Adams quote at the top)

No matter how good we get at science, no matter what secrets we uncover, this question will at best be answered with a strong and resounding no, or at worst always be “who knows?”…

Take care, 

A.
※ me personally, I would let them keep their discoveries and load them into the new simulation WITH their knowledge, just to fuck with them. But then again, I’m a shit god. 

PS, perhaps the universe is an ancestor simulation tailor made for the tardigrade? Think about it. It can survive pretty much anything the universe throws at it. Radiation, exposure, heat, cold, vacuum – fuck it. This thing keeps on living. We are just a weird fluke in the system, and someday we’ll discover a planet populated by highly evolved tardigrade people, living the tardigradopic principle.

Advices (part I?)

I am usually not one to browse the advice columns, and even if I per chance glimpse one or two funny things in there, I just quip about it with my wife and my best friend, and then it’s done.

But this time I’ve got to steal a format from Buckley. 

Dear anybody but the lunatic, 

I recently caught my fiancé and his sister together and broke up with him. I’d always gotten a strange feeling about their closeness, but I didn’t believe it until I saw with my own eyes. To my family and friends, it seems like I woke up one morning and decided not to get married. Everyone is pushing me to work things out with my fiancé. Initially, I wanted to keep what I saw between them and me. If I tell people they have an incestuous relationship, it would probably destroy their lives. I know they’re barely functioning and terrified I will tell people about them. I’m worried I will seem spiteful if I tell even a few trusted loved ones the real reason I called off the wedding. At the same time, I’m heartbroken too and don’t know how much longer I can handle lectures about “letting a good man get away.” Should I stay quiet or speak up?

Signed, let’s call her Lonesome in Lannisport.

(Note: The original advice columnist suggested at the end to tell people that the fiance was unfaithful and to leave it at that, as it contained enough truth.)

Dear Lonesome,

call me an evil maniac or a vengeful shitlord, but I’d say that you should tell them.
Tell your friends, your family, their family, the local newspaper, church congregation, everyone. 

If I got cheated on in preparation to our weeding, I’d make both their lives living hell. Siblings in an incestuous relationship, makes that only that much easier, as no one in their right mind would defend their behavior. You know, there is always some friends, relatives, counselors, or someone who side(s) with the cheater, rather than the cheated. Making up excuses. Trying to get you, the cheated, to see things from their, the cheaters, point of view. Not here.
We have a Jamie and Cersei situation here, and this ain’t Game of Thrones. Don’t be worried that it’ll ruin their lives if you tell. THEY should’ve thought about that before doing the dance with no pants together, and brought that all upon themselves. You on the other hand will get support from your community (friends, relatives, bla bla bla) instead of pressure, and they get what they deserve.

So please, tell them the whole truth, before a Geoffrey gets conceived. 

Take care, 

A.