I have meme-blindness. It’s like ad-blindness (which I also have) and is probably caused by the same state of mind. If you want my attention, pony up some dough or produce something worthwhile — vaguely clever regurgitation of pop culture references and cliched slang ain’t gonna cut it.
The Langar Hall (found in Punjab, Haryana, and wherever else Sikhs are found) is an excellent tradition. They are places that serve free communal meals every day. It’s not like a soup kitchen that attracts only poor, nor is it like the many institutions that make meals (implicitly or explicitly) only for one particular ingroup (e.g. members of a particular religion.)
Too much time in the big city and missing the beauty entirely.
Beautiful Day. U2.
Despite its grim lyrics.
Swimming in the deeps.
Swimming day in and day out until my buoyancy became an incontrovertible fact of nature that not even my amygdala could deny.
Going the places that scare you.
I’m fond of primitive living skills and unarmed martial arts that train against armed opponents. There’s something about stripping away all technologies that you can’t build yourself in the moment that gives one faith in one’s capability far deeper than a high GPA, a good paying job, or any of the usual markers of success in today’s world. I highly doubt any cavemen experienced Imposter Syndrome. If you managed to be alive into adulthood, you had an intuitive understanding that you were some kind of awesome. Not so in the modern world.
I don’t know and I kind of hate the term “loyal” applied to commercial and / or attention capturing domains. There can’t be any reasonable expectation that someone who bought your product once (either in cash or attention) owes you their attention and / or dollars in the future. If the answer is anything else than do your best work EVERY. SINGLE. TIME, then I think we’ve jumped the shark as a species.
“If the mountain will not come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain.”
Maybe Muhammad is a beach person. I think it’s just a parallel construction run amok. Everything sounds wise in parallel construction — whether it is or not. “Ask not what your country can do for you,…” “If you can’t change a diaper, the diaper will change you.” etc.
I know I found someone who can tolerate me for prolonged periods. There can’t be more than four such people in the universe. So, do what you will with that.
I would love to see an era in which AI and robotics frees up humans to work on the project of being better humans physically, mentally, creatively, emotionally, artistically, etc.
However, I suspect that on the way to that point there will be periods of dystopia, chaos, and quasi-Armageddon. As near as I can tell, it will involve the invention of a new form of economy (and possibly governance,) which I haven’t seen anyone discussing in the merited depths.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 