"However the disease finally got to her and she fell fatally ill. In the Sick Bay as she breathed her last, she was surrounded by Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock, Dr. McCoy, and Mr. Scott, all weeping unashamedly at the loss of her beautiful youth and youthful beauty, intelligence, capability and all around niceness. Even to this day her birthday is a national holiday of the Enterprise."
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The code words of the leftists include "loose change", "Jeckyll Island", "Bilderberg Group" and "Goldman Sachs." They are every bit the mirror image of the Bhengazi Bros.
Your argument is against that particular breed of liberal, the sheltered college undergrad. They are a special case.
- it's primarily that he gets his ideology from memes. Not kidding. His Facebook history is full of fucking memes - and I've got to reference Dawkins here for the literal and original meaning of meme, because the sourced knowledge this guy has on politics is insidiously hard to pin down. His news feed is full ubiquitous, pint-sized ideas and fact-checking every meme he's ever come across and internalized is a herculean effort.
This is insightful. I've experienced it. I have not put my finger on it before but you have the most of it.
I work with a couple die hard conservatives. They are lonely people in Hollywood; there's a contingent to be sure and they're insular as fuck but the overwhelming majority of Hollywood liberals are in fact liberals.
One of the things I've noticed in discussions with them (careful, respectful, well-bounded discussions) is that the conversation is not built around ideas. It's built around factoids. It's built around totems. It's built around memes.
These ideas are not, in and of themselves, coherent components of a greater philosophy. They are not arguments. They are touchstones. They are bookmarks in an internet search of alienation, secret handshakes of cultural identity.
A funny thing happened when Trump won: they got cranky. Keep in mind: I know people who worked with Trump. a lot. Had I gotten here a few years earlier I totally would have been crew on The Apprentice. He's a known quantity around here and yeah - it's a right-wing conservative orgazmotron. But at the same time, with Republicans owning the house, the senate, the executive and the judicial, the world should be perfect, right? But they knew - they knew - it'd be a long way from perfect. Theirs is a philosophy of opposition, particularly here in liberal Hollywood, and it wasn't so much that they were right, it's that everyone else was wrong.
HERE's MY THINKING
We don't drag him along, we live our lives and do the right thing. We don't assail his ideas hoping that eventually something sticks. It's an oppositional mentality and so long as he wants to oppose, it really doesn't matter what he's opposing. They're a tribe that want everyone else to lose. They don't really know what that looks like, but they want it really badly.
This is the way cognitive dissonance works: it starts by feeling uncomfortable so you ignore the sources that assail your worldview. Then it pushes you into an insular place because you're retreating from information. Then you lose sight of reality because you're working so hard to keep up your microcosm. Then one day it snaps - and it snaps hard. And now you're a disillusioned searcher.
Trump and the modern conservative universe is about the purest form of cognitive dissonance challenge you could ask for. He's not a conservative by any stretch. He's leading the party towards the reductio ad absurdum place the liberals always joked about - Trump literally defended Nazis. And they have nothing to build on, and their efforts to tear down are failing.
There's going to be a reckoning. There's going to be soul-searching. And we'll need to welcome them back.
but not yet, goddamn it
I remember everyone with any sense didn't go for those plans in a major way, and all the providers that didn't budget that way ate their lunch. This is something people forget: Comcast, Verizon and Charter don't give a fuck about sqeezing you they want to squeeze Netflix, Amazon, Google and Spotify.
I'm honestly eager to see that. I would love for Google to have a financial incentive to roll Google Fiber out nationwide because they're not interested in Charter making margins. I would love for Amazon to have to raise prices in order to compete on a level playing field.
I wanna see the FAANG stocks having to pay their cash reserves in order to make their customers happy.
I'm damn near done with a feature. I had 19 notes to execute across 110 minutes.
I'm totally done with a short film. I had 7 1/2 pages of notes (single spaced) to execute across 15.
The short film was not worse than the feature. It was actually a much better mix. But the director is an asshole. He gave me those notes last Monday and he had assets last Friday. My buddy, the one who dragged me into this miasma, was instructed to inform him that he was getting no more work. Keep in mind, though, that he gave me 7 1/2 pages of notes and I executed... let's say six pages of them. Across 15 minutes of content.
Thursday night I observed that four of his notes were related to the fact that his composer didn't give me what I asked for. I pointed this out to the composer. The composer told me he did it the way he wanted to, not the way I wanted him to. Friday morning, the director stepped in to forbid me from asking for anything more from the composer. I was to complete my task as instructed "in the interests of saving time." So I synthesized my own bits of score to match what the composer hadn't provided and uploaded everything by Friday noon. Friday night, he thanked me for my participation and then asked me to hand over all my work product.
This is a major faux pas - among post production sound mixers, when someone asks you for your session files you inform them that nobody gets session files for the friend rate. Major studios get session files because they pay the daily and the rental. That's $1600 a day to me, and I'm a good month into the project. I chuckled to myself, observed that the director is the kind of guy who will demand session files before he attempts to patch up the catastrophe he made of the work environment and moved on, particularly knowing as I do how much he hates to be ignored. It took me the better part of a day to realize that he demanded my work product less than twelve hours after refusing to give me anything to make my job easier on his film.
Two days pass, during which he gets no response. He writes to me again Monday night explaining how he and the other editor think they're almost there, there isn't a whole lot left to be done, could I please "stop holding the project hostage" and upload my OMFs.
This is beyond a faux pas - this is like asking for session files without any of the stuff that makes it work. It's the equivalent of asking for an Adobe Illustrator file with no fonts or media. Like asking for a report executed in Word to be converted to rich text so someone else can fix the formatting. In a way, it's both less of an insult than the session files and more at the same time; there is zero probability of success in going from a 5.1 pro tools session with 150 tracks and two dozen instances of Altiverb with proprietary IRs. But the director isn't even interested in understanding the difference. It's also worth noting that I executed 6 pages of notes in four days, and that I don't have so much as a handshake on this, let alone money.
I was watching the credits roll by as I printed work product. They put all the post people at the front of the movie, ahead of the actors, which is a major no-no. All the post people except me, of course - me, they put after the PAs. They spelled my name wrong, too. And then I realized that they put the compositor behind me. A guy I've never met, but my first interaction with this product was going to dinner with my buddy and having to drive his car so that he could attempt to browbeat the compositor into reissuing assets on a Friday night because the director lacked the competence to integrate good assets into the project ahead of a Sundance submission deadline that had snuck up on nobody. Friday night. Stomping and screaming and wheedling and cajoling to deal with the incompetence and hubris of the director. There he was, name after mine (who knows if they spelled it right or not).
Maya Angelou said to believe people when they tell you who they are the first time. I really could have seen this coming from a long way off. Problem is, I like my buddy. And I'm going to have to explain to him that when he uses his goodwill to do the bidding of an asshole with none, he just becomes a hostage of the asshole. I'm having a much easier time dealing with the project now that I no longer have to put up with my buddy's feelings. Not that it's been fun. Not that I like being reminded that it exists.
Got the music for the feature yesterday. Also not to my specs. Also not useful. Also only gotten to me after the director begged the composer to finish the job he was paid handsomely for. It's a clusterfuck. It sounds like ass. And it's going to take everything I have to make it sound not like ass.
That composer? Also a recommendation from my buddy.
So I'm kind of grappling with the realization that for my own mental health, I should never work with my best buddy again.
Now I gotta make stuffing.
- I am still worried and somehow afraid of the "definitions talk" where she asks me "what are we?" and I don't know how to answer her and she then gives me an ultimatum to decide whether we are in a relationship or not and and.... here goes my brain too far again.
"I am letting myself fall in love with you and watching to see how it happens."
The best way to deal with these conversations is to be absolutely clear in your head and then present that clarity in the kindest way possible. People get hung up on semantics. It comes from a fear of expressing yourself, of making yourself vulnerable. You will find, as you get older, that control in any relationship belongs to the person with the most confidence.
I dated a girl who, by the second date, knew I would be with either for weeks or forever. When she really pissed me off I said to myself "weeks" and moved on.
Here we are, the day after Net Neutrality died, and what every tech journalist on the planet focuses on is the death of choice. Meanwhile, they all link to examples that prove nobody wants choice.
Worthy of note: the highlights of the study posted (which are behind a paywall) are:
- Netflix represented 35.2% of traffic on North American fixed networks. While this was a modest decline from the 37.1% of traffic it represented six months ago, this change is likely the result of improvements by Netflix to better compress their video library. Even with these improvements in streaming efficiency, Netflix’s traffic share on fixed networks in Latin America increased from 6.6% to 8.3%.
Amazon Video is now the third ranked downstream application (up from eighth a year ago) in North America, accounting for 4.3% of fixed traffic. Sling TV now appears among the top 20 applications on most US networks, but still accounts for less than 1% of traffic.
Streaming audio and video now accounts for 71% of evening traffic in North American fixed access networks. Sandvine expects this figure will reach 80% by 2020.
Cloud Storage (Dropbox, iCloud, Google Drive, etc.) has surpassed Filesharing as the largest source of upstream traffic during peak period on North American fixed access networks. BitTorrent now accounts for less than 5% of total daily traffic in the region.
Let's assume they're both right. Let's assume, for the sake of cognitive flexibility, that the top consumers of bandwidth are at once both Netflix and Facebook. Let's go ahead and observe that it's all Amazon Video, Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram. After all, these are the same people we bitch about, the Eternal September that destroyed the Internet forever back in '93.
how can you blame them.
It's funny - there's this technoutopic idea that if you put unlimited knowledge in front of unlimited people you won't get Caturday and Chocolate Rain. Two and a half decades of connected social consciousness and the best we've accomplished is KONY2012. A universal communications interface stretching the globe to bring us Comet Ping Pong. But where do the technoutopians always go?
- On the Trinet, if you are permanently banned from GOOG or FB, you would have no alternative. You could even be restricted from creating a new account. As private businesses, GOOG, FB, and AMZN don’t need to guarantee you access to their networks. You do not have a legal right to an account in their servers, and as societies we aren’t demanding for these rights as vehemently as we could, to counter the strategies that tech giants are putting forward.
The "trinet" exists to sell your eyes to purveyors of cat videos. Fucking get over yourself.
I believe in net neutrality. I believe in free access to knowledge and information. I'm not happy about what happened yesterday but it's been a fuckin' inevitability since last November. And look:
Comcast hits me for $35 for internet access. Netflix hits me for $9.99 for their (really shitty) content. If Netflix is truly 70% of the pipe, then Netflix should cost $30 a month, not $10... a shakedown they succeeded in a few years back, net neutrality be damned.
We've seen this before. It's what happens when the cable company and some damn channel can't agree on what it should cost for cable customers to be forced to pay for fucking ESPN. 'cuz let's be real: for the soul-crushing, disheartening, eye-gouging majority of consumers, the Internet is just another channel on the television.
But are they gonna shut down your blog?
Fuck you, you alarmist pearl-clutching Soylent-drinking hipster. Netflix needs 3MB/s in order to feed you reruns of Toddlers in Tiaras. That whole article is a meg and a half. It'll probably take you ten minutes to read it. A Netflix experience is 240 times as heavy as that article (and people are actually paying for Toddlers in Tiaras). Know why Time Warner Cable never serves DMCA notices? their records aren't granular enough to know who to serve them to.
So we can all agree that live would likely be better if internet access were served up like a utility. But somehow the next point we're all supposed to agree on is that the internet is gonna die, as if your cousin Cletus would start reading Kant if only he could download it in HD or some shit.
Don't even get me started on Google's AI ventures. My car is currently speaking Australian and the only way I can interact with my phone when I'm driving is by talking to this fucker.
The belt buckle I didn't buy at a pawn shop years ago
That would be a Smith & Wesson M&P 15. It is very much like what you'd use in Call of Duty, where you'd probably be using an M4 Carbine, which is basically the evolution of the M16, which is the select-fire version of the semi-automatic version of the AR-15, of which the M&P 15 is Smith & Wesson's version (for "military & police").
US gun culture is insane. Going over previous discussions on Hubski, it's a killing field of user-inactivated's and shouting matches.
Much like the United States.
That's an LA Airport cop.
Parked in front of a chicken place down the street.
They've been armed like that since the North Hollywood Shootout.
- Hughes made other pitches, including a plan to fly over Texas in a “SkyLimo.” But he complained to Ars Technica last year about the difficulty of funding his dreams on a chauffeur’s meager salary.
A year later, he called into a flat-Earth community Web show to announce that he had become a recent convert.
“We were kind of looking for new sponsors for this. And I’m a believer in the flat Earth,” Hughes said. “I researched it for several months.”
The host sounded impressed. Hughes had actually flown in a rocket, he noted, whereas astronauts were merely paid actors performing in front of a CGI globe.
“John Glenn and Neil Armstrong are Freemasons,” Hughes agreed. “Once you understand that, you understand the roots of the deception.”
I'm having a hard time imagining a contingent that will be easier for a rocket enthusiast to disregard after the fact.
"Of course I told those morons I thought the world was flat. They gave me eight grand!"
It's also worth noting that he didn't make the Washington Post the last time he launched himself across the canyon.