Everyone in the city of Toronto is at Honest Eds
- 11 hours ago
After I’ve met someone I hope they say of me, “why did he talk about bees so much?”
The more we upload our lives onto the Internet, the grander the scale of information we add to the collective pool of data regarding the human race. Everything we upload to the Internet, our emails, our photos, our location, our GPS data, our videos, is a treasure trove of social research data. If we could somehow collect all the information every uploaded to the Internet, it could give insight into ourselves like never before.
I think this fact escapes us when we go about the Internet, living our lives on, through, and for it. Someday an AI will be able to utilize this massive collection of knowledge. There’s nothing an AI wouldn’t be able to know, chart, graph, and understand about humans.
This could either be really cool, and a boon for social researchers and policy makers, or it could use its power against us, enslaving us to serve its unfeeling and uncaring demands. Like Colossus in Colossus: The Forbin Project.
So far the only entities I know of to use this massive amount of data has been corporations to figure out how to better sell us their crap, and governments so they can keep track of citizens and infringe constitutions. I yet to hear of an institution using our data for good.
- 18 hours ago
It’s all very well to talk in the abstract about the dignity of work, but to suggest that workers can have equal dignity despite huge inequality in pay is just silly. In 2012, the top 40 hedge fund managers and traders were paid a combined $16.7 billion, equivalent to the wages of 400,000 ordinary workers. Given that kind of disparity, can anyone really believe in the equal dignity of work?
In fact, the people who seem least inclined to respect the efforts of ordinary workers are the winners of the wealth lottery."
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- 1 day ago
I feel as though my life fell apart since going through a break up with my partner. There were stumbling blocks and difficulties throughout our relationship, as is human, but we loved each other greatly and lived with each other for nearly four years. My grandparents faced far worse together and stayed together for the rest of their lives, my mom stayed in love with my father long after any reasonable person would have given up. But after a few months of worsening depression (which neither of us recognized) was enough to entirely kill off our relationship and future prospects thereof. If only we had talked about it when things first started to change for her. If only we knew how to have a healthy relationship. If only we knew more about mental illness and how to overcome the challenges it presents. If only we knew how to have a relationship that functioned well (because no one ever tells anyone that even the best relationships are still hard work).
Forgive me for dwelling on this topic folks, but it seems to me that when you are convinced you want to spend your life with someone (as she was for me and I was for her) things do not so easily end. When you spend almost four years with someone, and live with them the majority of the time, and do everything together, one cannot easily move on. When you love every little tiny fabric of someone’s being, when you love every thought in their head and beat in their heart, I cannot start being interested in someone else so easily.
We truly loved each other. She used to say she wanted my body to be absorbed into hers so we could just be one person. I used to want us to be able to shrink and be carried around in the other’s pocket. We did everything together. We cooked, cleaned, shopped, grocery shopped, played crosswords and video games and listened to records and went to the library… We shared everything, our subs and sandwhiches, our drinks our snacks. It wasn’t uncommon for us to pile our dinner on one plate and eat from it together. If we were at a party we would share a beer instead of having our own, same with glasses of water. We were two peas in a pod, and although there were some problems we were always so attached to the other that we never forgot what it was all about. But when things got worse, when we stopped doing most of the things that we had always done, when my personality changed for the worse, that very deep connection we had with each other was lost or crowded out or hidden by the fog. There are many studies that show even the most successful long term relationships are a rollercoaster of feelings ranging from pure bliss to depressing and everything in between. Add onto that a mental illness no one recognizes, and which inflicts great damage, and you don’t have a recipe for a functioning relationship.
I love that girl with everything I have. I love the way her upper lip looks, I love the way her nose wiggles when she talks, I love hearing her voice and her stories and her ideas, I love her hands and her fingers and her fingernails. I love every cell that comprises her, and every second that has washed over her. I love all of her stories both told and untold, I love her beliefs and worldview and life philosophy, I love her interests and experiences. I love everything that is her.
Although I’m enjoying the life I have right now, although I still have an idea of where I want to go and what I want to do, I still feel completely lost for not having her around all the time. And this isn’t a matter of loneliness, because I enjoy being alone and doing whatever I want to do without worrying about anyone else, it’s that life was happier, more fun with her in it. And I certainly know that we were stronger for the whole than the sum of our parts. I’m appreciating this time as a chance to learn to be self-sufficient and independent of anyone else, but I cannot shake the feeling like she and I are meant for one another.
- 2 days ago
After the film Gravity picked up a handful of Oscars, including for best cinematography and best visual effects, Nasa releases images of the real thing. See more
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(via apophatic)Source: theguardian.com
- 2 days ago
A few years ago I used Twitter to harass Carlos Mencia. I was so unrelenting that he challenged me to go on a USO tour in Iraq with him. I said I would and then be blocked me on Twitter.
Weeks later he forwarded me several emails from fans asking for his autograph. I sent an email to him making fun of him for forwarding me the emails and he never sent them again.
And that’s pretty much the only thing I’ve done with my life so far.
- 2 days ago
Call me shallow but I think I don’t have to be inteersted in someone if they have never listened to Led Zeppelin. How can I take someone seriously if they don’t even care enough abouy themselves to listen to the greatest band to ever exist?? Hogwash