Do you hate people?
Happiness is not deep
We're brainwashed to notice the inadequate. There is no grand scheme conspiracy, we're just awash in a sea of media that remind us what we don't have and what's available for purchase if you just act now.
There are no commercials to remind us to breathe and be grateful. You need to do that on your own. As often as possible.
It's simple but not easy - remember to be happy.
Source: https://time.com/120425/how-5-post-it-notes-can-make-you-happy-confident-and-successful/
The Internet never forgets
Impossible colors
Imagine what it would be like to see colors you couldn't describe. It would be somewhere between a curse and a superpower. it wouldn't get you into any nightclub, but it would suggest that there is literally more than what meets the eye.
This happened in 1983. Scientists published results in Science of an experiment where they overrode the opponency mechanism in their human test subject's eyes. I'm not sure I fully understand how the eye perceives color, but these scientists were able to manipulate the subject's eyes so they could see color they could not describe with a simple "green" or "red". The edges between the differences in colors blurred.
Sindha Agha compares this phenomena to how the pandemic has altered our sense of time ,and how we don't have a great vocabulary to describe the strange experience of floating along. We can say something felt "fast" or "slow" and that's about it. We accept that time is not something to hold down, but we try anyway.
"We simply didn’t care enough to stop them."
Buzzfeed obtained an internal memo sent out by a former Facebook data scientist Zhang explaining how the company failed to act against accounts influencing multiple global political conflicts, namely Honduras and Azerbaijan.
What I took from the story is the immense quantity of fake accounts Facebook has to deal with to make sure these conflicts aren't influenced by bad actors. In some of the networks Zhang was able to take down, she noticed how quickly fake accounts and trolls could return weeks later.
We practice distraction
We're asked to concentrate in this world without ever really being taught how to.
Instead, we are experts at distraction. It's not just our technology; our mind is frantic with thoughts. And most of the time, we're not even aware of how distracted we are. That's the idea. If we don't practice observing those thoughts, we're just living through a spontaneous slideshow of colors and sounds and sensations dragging us along.
As the Hindu priest and entrepreneur Dandapani explains in this TEDx talk, we allow other people to direct our awareness all the time. We pay money to watch movies where the director and producer and actors and everyone else guide your awareness through a story (assuming you don't check your phone several times in the theater).
But if we don't sit with ourselves, observing our own spastic mind, we can never develop concentration.
Eat Food. All the Time. Mostly Junk.
Laura Shapiro writes in the Atlantic about the state of the modern American diet.
Whether it’s potato chips or air-popped organic corn puffs, “smart” frozen entrées or conventional frozen versions, these products are doing way more good for the companies producing them than they’re doing for us. I’m not trying to force the exhausted women in Pressure Cooker to start massaging fresh kale for salad, I promise. We’ll always need shortcuts, takeout, and convenience products to fall back on. But junk food, plain or fancy, stopped being a convenience a long time ago. Today it lives right in the house with us, greets us on the street, finds us at work, and raises our children for us. Our relationship with food, wholly transformed since the ’60s in ways both heartening and horrifying, has lost touch with a truth none of us can afford to leave behind: Cooking isn’t a luxury; it’s a survival skill.
The Life of The Poet
"Life is a marathon, unless you get hit by a bus."
What are human beings anymore?
Adam Conover on identity protective cognition
Hitler was great at parties
Carlin: I’m optimistic when I meet individuals, when you talk to one person. People are great one at a time cause you get in and you see all the beauty, all the potential for this species, but as soon as they get in groups, Larry, I get scared. Two people, even, they change. They say, “I like Bob, but not when he’s with Linda.” You ever notice that?
Three people, five, ten, they start having hats, little armbands, slogans, and an agenda - stuff they want to do.
The bigger the group, the worse it is, Larry.
Give me people one at a time and I’m an optimist. Put ‘em in groups of four hundred or ten thousand or ten million and I get scared.
Larry: So each German may have been alright in World War Two?
Carlin: Well, Hitler was great at parties, they said. And great with children.
Defining success > achieving success
Quoted from “Who the fuck am I?”: The Ultimate Guide to Personal Values”:
On Getting Things Done as an art
Kat Koh on creative perspective
Koh shared this cosmic gem in her Medium piece How to Overcome Creative Paralysis. She playfully reminds you to step back and realize that your work doesn’t have to be perfect. In fact, it can’t be.
You need to chill out to get creative.
Jason Silva on transforming your consciousness
Climax: a dance film on acid
I should have known what I was setting myself up for.
Gaspar Noe makes intense movies. That’s the best word for them. Irreversible unfolded in reverse chronological order with a ten-minute rape scene that doesn’t cut away. Enter the Void was a three-hour psychedelic journey from a swirling, floating birds-eye view.
When I bought the ticket, as you do nowadays, I already knew Climax was the story of a French troupe of dancers who drank acid-spiked sangria and devolve into monsters. I suppose I was hoping for more, but maybe I’m missing something.
It’s still certainly a film like no other. It felt like Gaspar was highlighting how human beings are capable of some extraordinary things, both good and bad. We can perform mind-bending dance numbers, together, in limb-swirling unison, or we can destroy one another. Sometimes for untold reasons. And that’s what I saw.
And like good film tends to initiate, I’m still thinking about it.
Be a threat to the world
I’ve been trying to find more time to write each week, but often a full day can seem like it’s already decided for you. It can take it out of you.
Work has to get done. You have to get coffee and squeeze yourself into a speeding bullet. You need to cook something with the slightest bit of nutrition and get some exercise because you don’t at the office.
When the sun goes down, sometimes, I just want to down some Queer Eye from the softest part of my couch.
But I found a bit of fight in Tim Ferriss’ 5 Bullet Friday email last week. It was a line from Chuck Palahnuik’s Lullaby:
You need to fight for your own time. Or else the world will tell you what to do.
Will Stephen’s TEDx talk is a perfect tongue-in-cheek companion of smart-sounding nonsense. Stephen says, “I’d like it to seem like I’m making points, building an argument, inspiring you to change your life, when in reality, this is just me… buying… time.”
P.S. - The joke is on Big Brother because I don’t have an appendix.
Sometimes you need BBQ and sometimes you need ice cream
The weekend was a bit too much fun. My good buddy Rob joined me at the Waverly Diner on Saturday morning for eggs and meats and dozens of coffees. Sunday, we hit Hometown BBQ in Red Hook, Brooklyn, and followed it up with some Ample Hills ice cream across the street. The rest of the weekend was spent splayed out on my couch in sweats.
It makes me happy to know there is no such thing as being completely healthy, and AJ Jacobs wrote a book about it - Drop Dead Healthy: One Man’s Humble Quest for Bodily Perfection. Jacobs tried to use every bit of research and advice he could to be the healthiest person in the world. And, as the title of his TED talk jokes, it nearly killed him.
He tried to apply sunscreen constantly, as recommended by dermatologists. He wore a helmet walking around the house. He threw his desk chair aside and walked over a thousand miles on a treadmill while writing the thing.
It was a nice reminder for me that the world doesn’t want you to be healthy. We are a danger to ourselves. If we wanted to be healthy, we wouldn’t sit at desks and let our blood collect in our butts. We wouldn’t enjoy whiskey or cocaine, and we probably wouldn’t live in cities. We wouldn’t drive around in cars, or be around large crowds, or blast Sugar Ray in our ears on the way to work every other Tuesday.
Health is a negotiation. A losing battle. Between you, your mind, your body, and everything around it. And even if you bought a custom-fit bubble suit and did your online research, worms will still eat your brains.
I can almost see why smoking is like meditation. You can take a drag of something you know is bad for you but provides that oh-so-necessary peace of mind. A deep inhale to remind yourself that you won’t always do it right, and that’s okay. Sometimes you need BBQ and sometimes you need ice cream.