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What are some effects of colonization that we can still see today?
Steven Haddock · May 5
LL.B. degree, 25 years in litigation, administrative law, collections, bankrupty and…
African railways
Even if they did connect with each other, which they don’t, they all use different
gauges.
Each of these railways was built to extract a particular resource and take it to the
coast to sell it.
These are the “natural” trade routes in Africa where people traded things they had in
surplus to places where they were in short supply. One of the biggest trades was salt
from East Africa for gold in west Africa. At upper left near the Mossi States is
Timbuktu, which as a major trade center. Here’s what the “ruins” look like
However, when Europeans arrived in the 15th century, the gold trade was disrupted
and it all started flowing overseas. It must have seemed like a good idea, but soon the
Africans had little to no control over their resources and that situation lasted for the
better part of a century.
Now, imagine that there are only three railways - one from Vancouver to the BC
interior that doesn’t reach Jasper, one from Churchill to Winnipeg with a line to St.
Paul, MN, and one from Halifax to Toronto. That’s pretty much the transportation
system Canada had when it stopped being a colony and became a Dominion. It took
a lot of effort to link all this up.
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If you can give me only one secret to improve myself, what would
it be?
Shubham KP · Apr 30
Advice Seeker
The fastest man on earth was defeated by Yohan Blake not in just 100 meters, but in
200 meters too.
Ask anyone and you’ll know that Usain Bolt was a perfect example of ‘born talent’.
He would not just win, he would absolutely humiliate his opponents by some biggest
margins.
After Bolt was defeated at the nationals, he used to train so hard that he would vomit
every single day while preparing for the London Olympics.
He didn’t just sit in the corner to wail and fret, he went to the tracks and trained like
absolutely nobody.
Usain Bolt won three gold medals for Jamaica at the London Olympics.
I’ll not give you only one secret to improve yourself, I’ll give you just one word:
OUTWORK.
Outwork like an effing maniac for the thing that you’re passionate about.
OUTWORK.
Shubham KP
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Back when homeless people were Hobos, Drunks were Winos, and “substance
abusers” were Hypes, I pounded a classic foot patrol beat on San Francisco's Mission
Street. After 3 or four years, I literally knew everyone on my beat, bad, good, or wack-
a-doo.
We’d periodically get some merchants complaining about this or that, so the Captain
would tell the Lieutenant, and he would lean on the street Sergeant, who in turn
would tell us: “ Its the weekly sweep time boys”.
Mitch would grab the BIG paddy wagon, and the six beat cops would ride its rear
bumper while picking up the usual miscreants more or less at random.
We’d do a decent job of disarming them before tossing them in the wagon, and in
that the prisoners and the cops knew how to play the game, we didn’t get any big
surprises.
Untill:
I forget his real name, but if I called him “stinky” , and mentioned that he NEVER took
off any of the 3 pairs of pants, or five overcoats he wore, everyone knew who he was.
Stinky was face down on the pavement across the street from the food market at
22nd when we grabbed him. Mitch did a cursory high risk pat search for weapons, or
bottles of cheap wine, and finding none, cuffed him up and put him in with the other
15 bums in the back of the wagon.
At the Station, we had a regular assembly line thing going where the arrestees would
line up, get a photo taken, have their meager belongings tossed into a brown grocery
bag, and then shamble into the drunk tank.
Stinky shuffles up, and is so out of it, he can’t empty any of his 11 coat pockets. Mitch
leans him against the booking counter, and begins taking handfuls of God know what
out of the pockets.
Suddenly Mitch jumps in the air, yelling all sorts of Germanic based profanity, and is
yelling “ Something bit me..something M….F….g BIT ME !!!”
Stinky has a semi-blank look on his face, but says; “ Oh, that’s just my lunch”
I grabbed the offending coat, ( while wearing gloves!) , turned it up-side down, and
shook it.
About 7 or 10 half-dollar sized LIVE soft shell crabs fell out, and began scuttling
around the booking room.
Stinky had apparently stolen them out of the fresh sea-food bin at the fish market up
the street before we nabbed him.
To say that hilarity ensued would be vastly understating the commotion that followed,
but suffice to say Stinky didn’t get his lunch, and Mitch never lived it down.
The Lieutenant had Mitch prepare a Line Up Briefing presentation on the “importance
of proper searches during custody” later that week. There wasn’t a dry eye in the
house when he finished
10–7
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Start the day by checking WhatsApp, and then get sucked into a vortex of endlessly
checking Facebook, Instagram, online news, Twitter, whatever... To take it to the next
level, there is TikTok.
Keep repeating the cycle, and by evening, you will be a worn-out, empty shell.
Your time was fragmented, chopped, and sold to advertisers by social media
companies. Some entrepreneur will add up all the time sucked from your life, and call
it a metric - ‘user engagement’.
Your life has become a metric for someone, who will raise hundreds of crores from
VCs because he successfully sucked up your time. VCs will gleefully clap at rising ‘user
engagement’ - the dead corpse of your destroyed day.
And this VC money will be used to create even more hooks to further increase ‘user
engagement’.
The situation is dire. You have two choices: become someone else’s metric OR rule
your destiny.
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The Portuguese first landed in Japan in 1543. They demonstrated their matchlock
arquebuses. The local daimyo immediately copied them. But there was a trick to
sealing the breech. So he bribed a Portuguese gunsmith with money and a wife to
teach Japanese smiths how to seal the breech. Within a few years guns proliferated in
the Japanese archipelago.
Then in 1596, a Spanish galleon from Manila heading to Acapulco washed ashore in
Japan. The crew was detained but treated well. The local daimyo invited the officers to
dinner. Once the sake started flowing. The Spanish wouldn't shut-up. They bragged
to the Japanese that they conquered countries by first sending missionaries to
convert the people. Then later they sent the soldiers & bureaucrats.
Sakoku - Wikipedia
At your service.
(Thanks for the edit. But I know I won't win the Nobel Prize for Literature.)
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Rewind.
It was a warm summer afternoon almost 10 years ago today. I was visiting my family
for the weekend. It had been too long since I saw them.
Little did I know this visit would lead to even greater suffering.
And suddenly I felt a pressure in my throat. I tried to ignore it, but it was only getting
worse.
It was several days later before I finally realized something must be wrong.
All the while my friends and family were pleading to me to see a doctor. I figured it
would pass eventually, so I respectfully declined.
Finally, as I lay on my cousin's couch barely able to move, my family came to me and
said: “You’re going to the hospital.”
I obliged.
I was seen immediately. The doctor placed his hand upon my throat before walking to
the other side of the room.
“It’s hard. We're going to need to see what's going on in there,” he said. “I’m going to
need to extract a sample.”
He then proceeded to take out the biggest needle I have ever seen in my life.
Now I'm not afraid of needles, but I'm definitely not a fan.
He shoved the giant needle directly into the center of my throat and what he pulled
out still amazes me to this day… A full vial of yellow-brown pus…
It was only a few minutes before they rushed me off to another room to remove the
accumulated pus in my neck. The surgery passed in the blink of an eye.
I awoke with a terrible pain in my throat. It was nothing like I've ever experienced.
And keep in mind I've broken close to a dozen bones in my life.
When I was young I literally thought I was cursed. Every year from the time I was 5
until the age of 13 I would incur a serious injury on or around my birthday.
But I digress!
I nodded.
“You appear to have swallowed a metal wire,” said the doctor as he showed me my X-
rays.
He then pulled out the wire which must have been at least 4 inches long!
“Apparently, the wire had fallen off from one of those brushes you use to clean BBQ
pits. And the pressure inside your throat caused a large pus ball to form,” he said
almost in disbelief.
“Mr. Larez, you were one day away from death,” the doctor said as he stood over me.
“If you hadn’t come in when you did, that ball would have burst, suffocating you.”
“What if I was too late? How would my family have taken the news?” I thought.
Right then and there I vowed to never take my relationships for granted again.
Life is too short to not spend it doing what you love with the people you love.
This a lesson I still hold with me to this day. And one I hope I never forget.
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Anyway…
Back in the 1990s during the dot-com boom this freelance writer in New York got
tired of hanging around his apartment and procrastinating. So he decided to put on
work attire and presented himself at a major start up company as an employee.
He, however, was not an employee. He just wanted a new place to work and figured a
proper office would help him focus.
He just anonymously rode the elevator up to a huge floor with hundreds of open plan
desks, found an empty cubicle, put down his lunch, signed into a workstation and
started working. He helped himself liberally to the snacks and coffee that were set out
for the real employees, and while he kept to himself he managed to make a few
friends who actually never asked him what he did. He worked on his freelance pieces
at the cubicle, happily drinking the coffee and attending a few meetings but generally
not making waves. When he was finally asked what the heck we he was doing on the
floor, he simply replied he was doing “systems analysis” from the “fifth floor” and
people just let it go. Apparently he was only questioned once or twice.
During this time he got the proper ID and other corporate paraphernalia. He went to
a few social events just to meet some girls. Apparently, this went on for months until
there was a massive downsizing. Apparently, most of the people on the floor got fired
(save for him, because he had never been hired) and he wound up working almost by
himself in this enormous working area.
He finally decided he was getting lonely without all of his other former “colleagues”
and “quit”…going back to his apartment.
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This is a topic I have written elaborately on in a blog post on a similar subject. I'll take
the liberty of copy-pasting it here. To understand the reason behind the simplicity of
Nair marriages, it's important to know this as well...
Nairs were famed far and wide for their valour and hot tempers. They occupied the
highest positions in the king's army. The traditional martial art form of Kerala, the
Kalaripayattu, was an art taught solely to Nairs. No other sub division of society were
permitted to learn it. The Kalaris, or practice grounds, were never in open areas for
public view. They were always closed enclosures either within the teacher's home or
in a specially made basement with sanded floors. Women were also given training in
Kalaripayattu up to a certain level. Unlike other sections of society, Nairs were and still
primarily are a matriarchal society. Women are the family heads. The reason for this
difference will be discussed in the next section. Besides Kalaripayattu, the Thiruvathira
Kali, a slow and graceful dance form of Kerala, was only allowed to be performed by
the Nair women. The festival of Thiruvathira was celebrated almost solely by them. On
this day, believed to be the day of the birth of Lord Shiva, Nair women prepared
special dishes, refrained from eating rice, tattooed their hands with henna, chewed on
betel leaves and played on swings. It was entirely their festival. It is said that married
women celebrated this festival for the long life of their husbands and unmarried girls
did so to be blessed with a husband as glorious as Lord Shiva.
Occupations
As mentioned earlier, the Nairs were a warrior clan and almost 90% of them joined
the king's army. The other 10% were the nobility that remained as sea-faring
merchants or royal ministers. There was no other occupation open to them. They all
had huge expanses of land under farming but they just remained as overlords. Their
vassals who belonged to the lower sections of society did the actual farming.
These vassals were practically 'owned' by the families. They worked with them for
generations and were paid in kind. They were an extremely loyal lot and would even
give up their lives for their master. They received their daily food from their masters'
houses. If they were in need of any help, like say marrying off their daughter, the
master's family took care of all expenses and married off the girl. It was a comfortable
arrangement. Things changed though when communism came into the picture.
Nair women
This segment should form one of the most interesting reads of the entire article. If
one has ever been to a Nair wedding, he would certainly notice how relatively short
the wedding is and the obvious absence of a priest. In all other sections of society
and around the world, in general, a marriage is not solemnized without the presence
of a priest. It is not so amongst Nairs.
The life of a Nair warrior was always at the feet of the king. They were something like
the Samurai warriors of Japan. They never returned from a battle defeated. Either they
took lives or gave up theirs. There was practically no guarantee for the life of a Nair
warrior. But the clan must go on. So they had to marry just for the sake of it.
Marriages in those days was an awfully simple affair. On a pre-fixed auspicious day,
the groom would come to the house of the bride, present her with a new cloth
(kodi/pudava) which was usually a pair of the two piece garment worn by Nair
women, and take her away to his home. This was the entire marriage! The inclusion of
tying a sacred thread around the neck of the bride is a relatively recent development
(my own grandmothers did not have a thalikettu ceremony). All other rituals seen in
modern day marriages are due to influences from surrounding states. The girl was
safely brought back to her home on the third day after the wedding and the groom
went back to his home immediately. Thereafter, the groom would visit her whenever
he pleased but his permanent residence was always at his maternal home. The
children born out of this relationship were given the family name of their mother.
To be honest, Nair men almost never stayed faithful to their married wives. This could
be because of the nonexistent system of cohabitation with the woman they married.
They were known to be extremely handsome men. They would have mistresses in and
around their hometown and even in distant lands where they went to battle. Women
also seldom stayed on the better side of the moral divide. The long absences of their
husbands facilitated this.
But this must not be misconstrued as the women being loose in character. Nair
women, like their menfolk, were extremely proud and wouldn't trade their pride for
the world. Who she chooses to let into her bed-chamber was entirely left to her
discretion. It was a part of her private life that nobody dared to interfere with. It is a
commonly propagated story that Nair women left their doors open to Namboothiri
men 24x7. This is not entirely true. Most Nair women were wealthy and enjoyed a
high status in society. They did not really need financial backing from anyone. So
there was no need for them to give up their bodies to men in exchange for financial
favors. If a Nair woman chose to let a man into her bed-chamber, it was because she
desired him. End of story. It was not like a Namboothiri fancies a Nair woman and he
gets his way with her. If the proud Nair woman chooses to ignore his amorous
advances, he had no choice but to accept it and go in search of easier targets.
Now Nair community has about 140+ sub castes - the highest being the Kiriyathil
Nairs and Samanthan Nairs(or Malayala Kshatriyas-the Kshatriyas were permitted to
marry women belonging to this sect only) and the lowest being the Veluthedathu Nairs
(dhobis) and Vilakkithala Nairs (barbers). There were women in the lower rungs of the
Nair clan who weren't as affluent as their Kiriyathil Nair counterparts. Now it was
these women that welcomed the wealthy Namboothiris into their homes in the hope
of begetting a child from them, in order to better their financial status. The child was
provided for by the biological father but stayed with its mother and the woman
remained in the status of just the mother of the Namboothiri's child. Nothing more. It
is wrong to generalize that ALL Nair women followed this practice.
This fact is further strengthened by looking a little closer at the architecture of ancient
Nair family homes. Almost all houses had bedrooms with two doors-one that opened
into the house and the other that opened to the outside. It is said that the latter were
used by both men and women of the house to let in their secret lovers. So, the
concept of a child belonging to the father's family was immaterial. Because, shameful
though it may be, the fiery Nair women often slept with more than one man. And
being the fearless daughter of a warrior herself, she did not consider it necessary to
discuss the fatherhood of her child with the world.
So the children were given the maternal family name. They had practically no ties with
their father or his family. They belonged to their mother's family. In their father's
family, they were outsiders. All these infidelity issues changed gradually with the
onset of social policing. But the tradition of family name still remains the same. Today,
a Nair child may have his father's name as his surname. But when he is asked for his
family name, it is his mother's family name that belongs to him and not his father's.
The property of a Nair man was never inherited by his children. It was distributed
amongst the children of his sisters. This distribution was also not equal. The major
share of the property was given to the females of the house. The men inherited only a
small share.
The family home usually went to the eldest daughter, though in later and more recent
times, that is given to the youngest son. The heirloom jewellery, which were usually
passed down from generation to generation, was equally distributed amongst the
women. None of it went to the men.
The one really good thing about this system was that the women who inherited
precious things like ancient furniture and jewellery would have been seeing it from
their childhood and knew how much they were worth and what they meant to the
family. Quite unlike the viewpoint of a woman who has married into the family. No
matter how hard the family tries, she would never really understand the true worth of
the family's most prized possessions.
The men did get rights over some furniture, though the best of those too went to the
women. This property divide remained strong until the Hindu Property Act was
brought about in the early 70s.
A lot has changed since those days. Today's Nairs are a lot less like their flamboyant
ancestors. And many of them do not even wish to be reminded of the lifestyle their
predecessors led, for fear of being socially shunned. But I feel that there is nothing to
be ashamed of in recollecting the life of your ancestors. They lived a life that suited
their lifestyle and era. We have no reason to lead a life like that today. But we must
never forget the way we came nor our glorious past. What remain today are mere
remnants of the valorous society that was. For instance…
· The custom of bringing back the bride on the third day after marriage
· The never dying community spirit· The incessant urge to succeed in every endeavour
P.S.: Much of what I have written are things I have grown up hearing from my family
elders. I come from an ancient Nair family that hails from Tripunithura in Ernakulam
district of Kerala but traces its origins to Aazhvanchery in Northern Malabar. The
customs and systems I have explained may/may not be true for families in the
Travancore area of Kerala.
One of my grand-aunts a few generations ago was a famed beauty who was married to
the then Raja of Cochin who is said to have fallen in love at first sight with her :)
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I will begin by saying that this might be hard for people outside of South Asia to
understand. This is something that happens throughout Pakistan. From what I have
heard it happens in India as well. We all see it every single day. While most people do
not seem to notice it or get bothered by it. It infuriates me.
Lets begin with just how dangerous it is to sit on a motorbike sideways. At all times
you must maintain balance. Tilt a little and you fall. A small bump in the road and you
fall. And if you fall backwards, your head is likely to take the first blow.
Now look at the picture once again. Notice that the woman is carrying a small child.
So not only is she endangering herself but also her child.
It is not the women’s fault that they sit sideways. The blame actually lies on the
society and culture for this obsession with women’s modesty. I do not see how sitting
sideways makes a woman more modest. And let’s say that hypothetically it does. Is
the modesty of a woman more important than her life? Because it certainly seems so
to society.
It is not as if women have not noticed how dangerous this is. I read an article today
about this and how multiple women were called besharam (shameless) for sitting on a
motorbike properly. Society criticizes people who try to bring about this positive
change. Imagine this. Random men on the street taking offense at a woman sitting
properly on a bike because she values her safety and life. Why? Because according to
them she is sitting like a man.
As for the whole thing about this being a modest way to sit. Here is an example from
the past. In the earliest days of Islam, Khawlah bint al-Azwar led forces into battle.
Does anyone actually think that she rode into battle in a side saddle position? If a
Muslim woman could sit normally on a horse like every man did over a thousand
years ago without being accused of a lack of modesty, I do not see why women in
Pakistan should be harassed in such a manner in the modern age.
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101 comments from Abdulaziz Al Meajel, Sayed Jawad, Alizeh Iftikhar and more
3. Trusting their bodies too much and not mentally preparing for sudden
surprises that take a toll on their health. They believe “that cannot happen to
me” until it is too late.
4. Depending totally on their children to take care of them when they are old.
5. Not preparing for the sudden departure of their spouse and planning ahead
for how the surviving partner will manage.
6. Not reconciling with the loss of “importance” once they retire and expecting
the same reverential/deferential treatment from everyone around them.
7. Not leaving a clear will and creating a problem for the next generation.
8. Constantly living in the past instead of living in the present and being
optimistic about the future.
9. Not planning what to do with all the time they have at their disposal.
(Thanks to Priyanka for suggesting this in her comment.)
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On his face, a wide grin. In his eyes, a glint of mischievousness. On his plate, an object
he has been coveting all day. He woke up thinking about it. He forced himself to wait
even though he didn’t have to.
His wife was at the gym. Howard’s smile widened at the irony. For while she was
putting in the work on a treadmill, Howard was about to do some work of his own.
On a giant…
slice…
He purposely waited until his wife was out of the house, because although she’s seen
him eat some cake before, this was beyond anything he wanted her to see.
Or remember.
This was going to be epic. He already knew what his taste buds were in for. He’s eaten
slices of this gift from the bakery gods before. But this time, it wasn’t a slice.
It was a “slice”.
No one would actually call what was on his plate a slice. Maybe “shameful” or
“gluttonous”, but definitely not a slice.
Howard eyed up his prize. Where to start? Dive right in on the frosted edge and just
throw caution to the wind? Maybe take a piece from the middle with just a little of
the frosting in the center and tease himself for what’s to come?
Fuck it.
He drove his fork right into the edge and pulled away a piece that no sane person
would stick in their mouth, and shoved it in.
Oh….yeah.
His eyes rolled back as he struggled to breathe through his nose. He slowly savored
the decadence. The creaminess. The sweetness. The heavenly taste that…
Howard’s wife: “Hey, Babe! I’m home! What are you…..Oh my god! What the hell is
that?!”
Shocked, his face full of cake, Howard stood up and tried to explain.
Howard: “What are you doing home?! You’ve only been gone 15 minutes!”
Howard’s wife: “I came back because I forgot my earbuds. What the hell is that?!”
Howard looked at his plate, then at his wife. He tried to play it cool.
Howard’s wife: “A piece?! Are you serious? That’s like half a fuckin’ cake!!”
Then Howard’s wife uttered the words that no one who enjoys a good dessert ever
wants to hear.
Howard’s wife: “Do you know how many calories are in a slice of that cake?”
Howard: “NO, NO, NO!! STOP IT!!! I’M NOT LISTENING TO YOU!!!”
Howard’s wife: “It’s like 800 calories for small piece….Where are you going?!”
Still covering one ear, Howard used his other hand to grab his plate and started
running for the door.
Howard’s wife: “That’s like 4000 calories, Howard!! Get back here!”
Howard’s wife gives chase as Howard runs out the door, still holding his “slice” of
carrot cake. As he runs he grabs the cake with his bare hand and starts stuffing it into
his face.
A neighbor outside raking his leaves stopped and watched a grown man run by
holding a plate with cake on it, yelling incoherently with his mouth full, as his wife
chased him down the street…
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One Sunday evening his girl friend found him in bed, surrounded by pills and an
almost-empty bottle of Scotch, dead as a dodo. Unusual death -- we called the
police. A sergeant turned up accompanied by a rookie cop who looked about 19
years old. We were sitting around doing nothing while the sergeant was in with Colin
and girlfriend doing whatever the police do in those situations, when the young cop,
obviously disturbed by the whole scene , said “I can't believe it. He had everything:
money, a house, a nice car, and a beautiful bird. If I had all that, committing suicide
would be the last thing I'd do.”
Disgusted silence…
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The first is copying someone else's work. A student at Hamburg Uni presented his
thesis including a graphical out put copied from form someone else's PhD ( in those
days the web was fairly new and the reference was obscure, so he though they could
get away with it). They didn't get away with it, their thesis was found to be a
plaigeriseing document and they had their PhD withdrawn.
The second was making stuff up. A student at my Uni in 96 was found out because
when they repeated his experiments non of them worked and non of them gave the
clear and resounding result he was reporting. His Thesis was rejected. The stupid
thing is if he had reported the negative results he would have had a clear indication
that the mechanism was not as expected and he would have gained his PhD.
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4. White and black rats - day and night - eating away present life.
While Mahavishnu extends his hands to the human to give him moksha and release
him from this cycle of Misery of rebirth.
But, the human is so engrossed in the dripping honey/ nectar that he fails to see the
extended hand of Mahavishnu.
So Read Bhāgwadgeeta between the lines and apply what is says in your daily
practical life. You will take one step closer to Muktï. 🚩🇮🇳
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In this experiment (Asch, 1951), 123 participants were placed in a group of 8. Only
one participant was a genuine subject; the rest were confederates.
Each subject was asked which line was the longest or which line matched the target
line.
But here's the trick. The confederates were giving the wrong answer. Knowing this,
would the real subject change his answer to respond in the same way?
This allowed the researcher to see whether the participant would change his or her
answer based on added peer pressure.
Asch thought that the majority of people would not conform to something clearly
wrong, but the results showed that 74% conformed at least once.[1]
Some are confident in expressing their opinions without fear of backlash whilst others
may be clouded by doubt and easily swayed.
This is why anonymous surveys are clever. They allow people to fully express how
they feel about a subject, without the fear of retaliation and judgement.
Footnotes
[1] Conformity - Asch (1951) | Psychology | tutor2u
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He was a blind man and had been that way since birth.
His seeing eye dog, Roselle, immediately perked up and ran to his side. He made a
quick phone call to his wife, unsure of what was happening. His dog then began
guiding him down the stairs, through screaming people, rushing mobs poured down
the stairs, shoving him into walls.
His dog stayed with him. As they descended, and the other World Trade Center
Building was already collapsing.
They emerged from the building. His loyal dog Roselle continued guiding him for
dozens of blocks, through the smoke, and falling debris. As he continued, and as he
stumbled on innumerable obstacles, he hung on to him, both of them eventually
finding their way to safety.
Roselle went on to receive the ACE dog award for excellence. (Source: Roselle, Who
Helped Her Blind Partner Escape the WTC. AKC Staff)
When the dust settled. And he began to restart his life. Roselle and Michael moved
away from NYC and found work at a guide dog center, training guide dogs and
helping other blind people in working with their dog.
Roselle lived another 10 years, having had a great life, being one of the world’s best
guide dogs, all before passing away of ripe old age (14), with both Michael and his
wife at her side.
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I'm not trying to be flippant. When you read something by someone with innate
writing talent, you know it. Somewhere in the mix of word choice and language
rhythm and transition use and organization of thoughts and choice of imagery and a
thousand other elements, there is a spark of something magical. It's in the chemistry
of how everything is put together, hinting at an innate and instinctive understanding
of how the elements of writing interact. Maybe the piece makes you hurt, or
sympathize, or feel angry. Maybe it makes you think. Maybe it paints a picture that
burns itself into your mind. Maybe you sit there and think, "wow, that is a beautiful
sentence, I wish I'd written it." It could be any of those things. It could be all of them.
It could be a hint of something wonderful, adrift in a sea of struggling grammar and
half-expressed ideas.
I once asked my editor about how she assessed a new manuscript. She said, "The first
thing I want to know is, is this person a writer?" Your use of language betrays your
skill on the first page.
Once I had a student come to me for tutoring in writing. I always ask for a writing
sample so I can see what students are starting with. He turned in a five page story of
a horrific fantasy battle scene. I don't remember the details, but there was sweat and
dirt and an army of skeletons, and you could smell the blood on the wind as an army
of beleaguered knights made their last stand … it was dark and gruesome for sure,
but his love of writing resonated in every sentence, as did the raw power of his
imagination.
That was a writer. He had a spark you can't teach, an instinct for visual imagery that
was off the charts.
He also had written something so dark and bloody that many teachers might regard
it as a warning sign of suicidal depression, or hidden sociopathy, or something worse.
It was the kind of story some teachers might share with a guidance counselor, "just in
case." I didn't feel that way about it because I write some pretty dark fantasy myself,
and I know that just because you write about skeletons and gore doesn't mean you
are about to go off and torture kittens.
I was, however, interested in how his mother perceived this stream of dark imagery
pouring out of her son, and whether it worried her. So I broached the subject lightly
— something along the lines of, "Wow, that was pretty dark stuff!". And she said that
apparently it was a scene from a fantasy game he and all his friends were playing, and
they all were writing adventures like that. She was thrilled at how powerful his writing
was, even though the subject matter wasn't exactly her cup of tea.
At that point she got my vote for "Best Mom Ever". :-)
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Or with feminism, parents will stop favoring the boys while neglecting the girls to the
point of starvation? Hell, yeah. I’m good with that
Or will parents stop forcing their kids to go into engineering and medicine when the
kids have no aptitude/interest for it? About time!
Or will parents stop pestering their sons to produce an heir who can carry on the
family name? Boo-yah!
Maybe, we will finally end parents burning their daughter-in-laws because she is not
producing a grandson? Sweet!
You know what is selflessness? Feeding, clothing, educating your child for 18 years,
and then letting them be who they want to be, whether they become a scientist or a
janitor. Selflessness is supporting your child emotionally and fiscally till the day you
die, with no expectation of return. Traditionally, Indians don’t do that. Western
parents do this.
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The crow was a fledgling when my neighbor, the Vet, handed him to me. “Larry,
someone brought this baby bird into my office. Would you like him?”
I looked down at the caged crow. I could see that not only was he very young, but
that he had already been burdened with a seemingly immutable weight. Whether it
was by birth or injury, there was something wrong with one of his wings. And because
of this difference from the other crows, his mother had abandoned him. Of course I
brought him home.
Crowley was a welcome distraction from my latest failure. How else can I describe it?
How many ways can you say you screwed up? I lost the photo studio, plain and
simple. Bad choices, bad luck, personal issues… all had played their part and taken
their toll. In the end I could no longer generate enough work to pay the rent.
In those days I lived with my wife and children in a converted schoolhouse built a
hundred years before. I moved the equipment into the main room. We would live
upstairs. I vowed that I would never go on the street again.
I kept Crowley in the kitchen, and could hear him caw for his meal as I worked; it
seemed like he could never get enough. At first I had to pry his beak open with my
fingers and force the food down his throat. But now he crouched down on his perch,
lifted his head towards the top of the cage, trembling his wings as I squirted a
liquefied concoction of cornmeal and cat food into his gaping mouth.
When Crowley got older he would fluff his feathers and stretch his neck so I could
scratch him. No one else could come near the cage. Quickly, I became as attached to
him as he was to me. And I felt deep sorrow that with his deformed wing he would
never fly.
As the months passed, I had begun to rebuild my business; albeit with simple product
shots and jobs beneath what I had aspired to. I resigned myself to staying where I
was, and that was okay…I accepted it. When clients were there, however, Crowley’s
increasing demands became an unwanted distraction. His chirping and cackling was
acceptable, but at times he would emit ear-spitting calls that interrupted my
concentration and created an unprofessional atmosphere.
When spring came, I built a cage for him out in the back from chicken wire and two
by fours. He took to it readily. He stayed on his perch most of the time, but would
hop down to the ground to get his food and water. Many days he would flap his
wings even though he never left the ground.
I began to take him out and see if I could get him to fly. He would beat his wings and
jump up a foot or two. “C’mon Crowley,” I said. “You can do it.” He tried and he tried,
but inevitably he gave up and hopped back to his cage, following me as a baby duck
follows its mother.
But Crowley kept trying. He would stretch his wings, get a running start, and then rise
a few feet off the ground. Then he would try again. His urge to fly became
irrepressible. He ran and jumped and flapped and jumped, and jumped and flapped
again. In time he was able to lift a little, and then one day he made it to the low
branch of a tree in our yard.
It was fall in CT, and sometimes at that time of year hurricanes passed through. On
this day there was stillness in the air before the howling winds came. By now, Crowley
roosted in the tree in our yard. During the day he picked at apples and berries and
whatever he could find.
I hadn’t seen him for two days when the wind began to build; and I became deeply
concerned. Going outside, I called Crowley’s name. There was no response; I was sure
I had lost him. But then there he was, high in the air, flying stronger and more
confident than ever, and approaching the safety of the forest. Despite the obstacles,
and among countless failures, Crowley had learned to fly.
And me, I did as Crowley did. I began to challenge myself with my work. I set up
photos that expressed how I felt. I developed new techniques. I began to experience
success on a bigger scale. Within a year I had left the house and opened a studio on
lower Broadway in Manhattan.
I find it strange and wonderful that a crow would have inspired me to do the
impossible.
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Back (way back!) in 1970 I was visiting Russia (then part of the Soviet Union). I gave a
talk at the Dubna science institute, on elementary particle detection, but at the end I
was besieged by questions about gravitational waves. I told them about Joe Weber’s
experiments, his claims, and how his experimental apparatus worked.
I was then told, “No, no, we know all that. It’s in his papers. We know that.”
“Do people believe him? Do scientists in the US and Europe believe his results?”
I was startled by this question. ButI think I equally startled myself with my answer.
“No, they don’t. Most scientists, including me, believe that his analysis is flawed and
that he has not seen any gravitational radiation.”
Indeed, everyone in the US and Europe, at least all of the top physicists, believed that
Weber was fooling himself by biased interpretation of his own data. Those who had
visited his laboratory (and that includes me) realized that he was not taking the care
necessary to separate random noise from actual signal. That opinion had been passed
around in lunchrooms, meetings, and casual encounters. But it had not appeared in
print.
I’ve thought about that a lot. Back then, scientists in Russia were not allowed to travel
abroad, at least, most weren’t. They were isolated, and so they had to get all their
information from papers and articles. And, equally remarkably, none of those articles
spoke candidly about the distrust of Weber’s work.
Now, many decades later, it is clear to everyone that Weber did not see gravitational
radiation. Back in 1970, I had done some good. I had delivered some critical
information into the Dubna laboratory that might have saved some young researcher
painful years of trying to replicate Weber’s work, only to be met with failure.
So, the bottom line: it is extremely difficult to make advances in physics if your only
knowledge comes from publications. There is a lot of scuttlebutt (gossip) that often
plays a key role in decisions.
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Yes! he is Arindam Chaudhri, the director of the Indian Institute of Planning and
Management (famously known as IIPM). His institute once advertised providing full-
time BBA, MBA, and courses like other B-schools. But it was a scam and rather a big
one.
Maheshwer Peri on how he won the legal battle against IIPM's Arindam Chaudhuri
In September 2014, acting on a public interest litigation, High court censured IIPM
and Arindam Chaudhuri for misleading students. The court noted that IIPM was
promoting an impression that it had recognition from a foreign management institute
—International Management Institute (IMI), Belgium. The court found that in fact IMI
had been set up by Arindam Chaudhuri and his father Malay Chaudhuri and was not
even recognized by the laws of Belgium.
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In July 2015, IIPM announced that it will stop offering education programmes directly,
and shut down all its campuses outside Delhi. It will operate only as a research and
training institute in Delhi.
IIPM is not recognised by the UGC or AICTE. IIPM has even testified to the Supreme
Court of India that it is not a university. Still, it runs for quite a long time charging very
high fees and not giving full time degrees or placements either.
If you are a student don’t fall for any promises that an institute makes just google about
it and understand how they are performing in the market. Always look for what alumni
have to say about it.
Thanks
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Teenagers stay up late. Yes, even in the jungle, “in the wild”. They sleep late in the
mornings.
Most adults wake up at some point during the night, and stay awake for a little while,
especially if they are woken up by a small child that needs to be tended to.
The result is that there is almost always someone awake in the village! So someone is
on guard should a hungry lion arrive. Which, of course, the lions have learned about,
so they have evolved to stay away from human dwellings.
And incidentally, we need less sleep than just about any other vertebrate. On average
on this planet, it’s too dark to do anything useful for just under twelve hours per day;
most animals who depend on daylight sleep when it’s dark, and the rest sleep when
it’s light. We have evolved to make use of artificial light—fire, in the jungle. We stay
awake after dark, even though we are a very visually oriented species.
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136 comments from Richard Urwin, Peter Knutsen, Ilona Ward and more
Teenagers stay up late. Yes, even in the jungle, “in the wild”. They sleep late in the
mornings.
Most adults wake up at some point during the night, and stay awake for a little while,
especially if they are woken up by a small child that needs to be tended to.
The result is that there is almost always someone awake in the village! So someone is
on guard should a hungry lion arrive. Which, of course, the lions have learned about,
so they have evolved to stay away from human dwellings.
And incidentally, we need less sleep than just about any other vertebrate. On average
on this planet, it’s too dark to do anything useful for just under twelve hours per day;
most animals who depend on daylight sleep when it’s dark, and the rest sleep when
it’s light. We have evolved to make use of artificial light—fire, in the jungle. We stay
awake after dark, even though we are a very visually oriented species.
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Brad was 14. I met with him twice before I ever saw his face. His foster dad brought
him on the instructions of the social worker. She thought he was depressed due to
“separation issues and abuse.” Foster dad reported Brad was superficially obedient
but passive, talked in monosyllables, and stayed by himself.
The first two weeks Brad appeared all in black, with noisy chains hanging from his
belt. His hair was long enough to hide his face if he kept his head down, especially
with the oversize baseball cap. I’d lead him back to my office, invite him to sit.
I kept myself very cool and distant and sat about 10 feet away. I was worried warmth
would scare him if the recent abuse had confused caring with sexual attention. I
didn’t even use his first name. Just “Ok, so it looks like we’re going to be sitting here
for about 45 minutes. You can play with any of the puzzles or games, or just sit and
relax. I’m going to stay over here in this chair.” I hoped clear physical boundaries and
rules would comfort and reassure. I’d ramble on about nothing, but stay emotionally
distant.
I figured I’d wait until there was some kind of invitation from him, though I’d toss out
trial balloons. One landed. After a long silence, and after he’d started playing with my
big plastic globe with lights and beeps when you got a ball in a cup, I said. “You’ve
got a lot of chains.”
He said “I had more but the foster guy took some away.” I literally itched to say “Must
have pissed you off” or something brilliantly empathic. I just did a “hmmmm.”
That, of all things, was the breakthrough. The kid started to talk, and pretty soon
raised his head and I saw his face for the first time.
After that I was able to start doing standard teenager therapy, tracking,
acknowledging, still not getting too close. He actually got pretty chatty.
At about session 7 or 8 Brad showed up with a haircut, no cap, and only one chain. I
barely recognized him in the waiting room.
The therapy lasted about a year, and we worked through most of the issues that were
tormenting him.
With this kid, there was safety in a very cool and distant adult who wanted nothing
from him, and in a few weeks he’d stepped into that safe place and started doing his
work.
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“Not too bad, thanks.” Translation: Could be either: “I’ve just won the
lottery, married my soulmate and discovered the cure for the common cold”
or “I’ve found out my wife of 30 years was secretly a lizard, the kids aren’t
mine, and a tree fell on my car.”
(After someone bumps into you) “Sorry.” Translation: “Watch where you’re
going, you moron.”
(At the end of a haircut when they show you the back of your head) “That’s
great, thanks.” Translation: Could be either: “This is the best haircut I’ve ever
had in my life” or “Oh well, guess I’m going to the barber’s again tomorrow.”
“Well, I’m hardly an expert but…” Translation: “I know I’m right, stop
being wrong.”
(Someone walks through a door you held open without acknowledging you)
“You’re welcome.” Translation: “I hate you with the fire of 1000 suns.”
(In an email) Regards, Translation: “Go f**k yourself with a broom handle.”
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Bears can be very scary animals. They are extremely large, their claws and teeth are
sharp, and they are a lot faster than you think they would be for their size. Black bears
can get up to 6 feet tall and can weigh anywhere between 200-600 pounds. That’s a
pretty large animal. Black bears are often seen in the United States, but when this
bear was seen in Florida recently, it had all of the residents worried.
There was a big black bear that recently showed up in a neighborhood in Alligator
Point, Florida.
Wildlife officials knew they didn’t have a choice, but to shoot it with a tranquilizer
dart. That’s when things started going horribly wrong.
Once the bear was hit with the tranquilizer dart, it became confused and began to
panic.
It then ran into the ocean and began swimming out further into the Gulf.
Adam then swam about 75 feet with the 400 pound bear to shore.
Even though the bear was having a hard time keeping its head up, Adam never gave
up in the rescue.
He didn’t hesitate once to save a 400 pound bear that could have easily had him for
lunch. Instead, he jumped into the large ocean, swam out to the bear, then swam
back to the shore with the bear, all to save its life.
What a hero!
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Added to this, they had to demand four tickets to Presentation Nights (not the usual
two), and four chairs at Parents’ Evenings!
The reason is that my husband and I separated (very amicably) when our boys were
aged 10 and 12 years old. There was a 28-year age difference between us, and when
married we promised each other at least a decade together.
When the decade was up, it felt right that we should go our own separate ways: my
hubby reached retirement age, and wanted a partner in her mid-late 60’s who he
could eventually retire and travel with.
On the other hand, I was still in my late 30’s, at the height of my career, and still very
ambitious with much left to achieve.
We decided to go our own separate ways, but remain best friends. I bought a house
about 500 metres from our marital home, and our two boys had bedrooms and toys
in both houses. They were free to come and go to either house as they chose, and
often did, riding their bikes between Mum’s house and Dad’s house.
At first the boys tried the ‘divide and conquer’ technique, saying things like: “But Dad
lets me stay up late, so I’m not going to bed now.” They tried, but it didn’t work. One
phone call to their Dad would get him on the phone to the errant son, saying: “You
know that’s not true - you have to be in bed at 8pm whichever house you are in. Now
apologise to your Mum and go to bed immediately!” That soon put a stop to their
little games!
So two years passed, and both my (now) ex and I felt ready to start dating again. I
would iron a shirt for him prior to his date, wave him off and wish him good luck. He
was always hopeless at using an iron - but he could build a house from ground up!
LOL! I would have the boys at my place when he had a date, and vice versa.
We both found new partners, and re-married within a month of each other, five years
after our divorce. He chose well. His new wife shared my values, and we never had
any jealousy or parenting issues.
So as each Parents’ Night at school rolled by, all four of us would rock up to eagerly
hear our sons’ progress. We did get some strange looks from teachers when they
asked: “Who are Bobby’s parents?” - and all four hands would go up! We got some
confused looks from some parents and teachers alike.
On one memorable occasion the teacher asked - “OK, well who are the biological
parents?” My ex’s wife immediately volunteered: “I’m the evil step-mother.” To which
my husband quickly added: “And I’m the evil step-father.” We all had a good laugh
over that one! My boys didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or proud that they
had such ‘double’ support at their schooling events. It didn’t seem to bother them.
They always laughed it off, and just said: “I’ve got four parents - two Mums and two
Dads.”
Now, almost 20 years later, my ex is in his mid 80’s, but is still the best Dad any son
could ask for. His wife is still in good health, and they’ve had a good retirement
together.
Both my sons are well-balanced and happy souls. Now in my mid-50’s, I’m hoping to
be a Grand-Mother soon. My sons tell me they had the best childhood any boy could
ask for, and they love all their parents dearly. We’re all still very close.
We never had to explain to our kids why they have two moms and two dads.
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Sooooo pretty!! But what I remember are the embarrassing few days that followed
her win. Twitter went bat-shit crazy. No exaggeration there! Take a look at these
exceptional ‘gems’…
What the WHAT??!!!! I was (still am?) at a loss for words… or feelings… if this isn’t
‘prejudice’ of the highest order, then I don’t know what is. Ms. Davuluri is a very
beautiful girl and shame on anyone who chose to judge her in whatever way they did
in those mean tweets and reactions.
But this isn’t an isolated incident. Prejudice and ‘supremacy’ has been rampant in the
world from the beginning of civilized society. ‘Civilized’…yeah right. What an irony!
Remember the ‘you can’t buy class’ series of tweets from the esteemed Ms. Hopkins?
Whyyy? Why the hate? Why the prejudice? They are two very different women
married to two brothers… both for love. And you chose to hate on one of them just
because she isn’t 100% White? FFS, we’re humans… not Targaryens!
Replace the word ‘Indians’ with ‘Mexicans’, ‘Chinese’, whatever. You’ll find plenty of
those if you look at historical pictures from the colonialist era.
Prejudice against the girl child in South Asia. A matter of shame for the entire
subcontinent!
I have personally seen this horrifying sight even here in the middle east. ‘Cruelty’
would be too gentle a word for this type of treatment of a fellow human being just
because they depend on you for their daily bread.
These people need to have the word ‘SHAME’ spray-painted on their front doors >:(
EDIT (19.09.2019)
Here’s one more example. Former Indian minister for women and child development
spotted browsing a menu at a restaurant, while her ‘maid’ stands obediently by the
side. Talk about irony!
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2. The kidneys are afraid when you do not drink even 10 glasses of water in 24 hours.
3. The gallbladder gets scared when you do not sleep by 11 o'clock or do not wake
up by sunrise.
4. The small intestine gets scared when you eat cold and stale food.
5. The large intestine gets scared when you eat more fried and spicy foods.
6. The lungs get scared when you breathe in smoke because of cigarettes.
7. The liver gets scared when you drink alcohol whatever quantity it might be; eat
heavy fried food, junk food, or fast food.
8. The heart gets afraid when you eat your meal with more salt and cholesterol.
9. The pancreas gets scared when you eat more sweet because of the taste and free
availability.
10. Eyes get scared when you work on mobile and computers in the dark.
11. The brain gets scared when you inculcate negative thoughts.
Take care of the parts of your body and do not scare them.
All these parts are not available in the market. Those available are very expensive and
probably cannot be adjusted in your body. So, keep your body parts healthy. Do all
kinds of activities that helps you stay healthy.
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I’ve put in a lot of miles on business (and when upgraded) first class on BA, Lufthansa
and Emirates. Like you I travel for comfort. Nothing torn or dirty, just comfortable. I
no longer wear a watch since my millennial nephew asked why I would spend money
on a single function device if I had a smart phone.
I once sat next to an older gentleman in first class who was dressed in the same
manner and introduced himself as “Chuck”. He wore a Timex watch (retails at about
$50 USD) which I noted because I used to wear the same model when I was training
for triathlons. I mentioned it to him and he spent a few minutes proudly showing me
the features like an alarm clock that he liked (so he didn’t have to figure out hotel
alarm clocks).
We got to talking and he casually mentioned that he had been upgraded too. He said
that he thought that buying first class was a waste of money but if they were going to
upgrade him for free, he didn’t have a problem. We chatted away about children, and
he asked me what I did for a living. When I told him, we got to talking about strategic
philanthropy, which was a topic on which he seemed to be quite passionate. He asked
for my card and I helped him retrieve his very beat up basic black rollaway from the
overhead. We had to stand aside for a moment as another first class passenger
dressed like the lady you encountered, pushed past us. She clearly felt entitled to be
the first off the plane. Chuck and I just rolled our eyes and let her past.
A few days later, I got an email asking if I had discovered a book of his in my carry on.
I went and checked my bag and sure enough found that I must have scooped it up
with all of my stuff. After emailing that I had found it, he asked if I could courier it to
him, as it had been a gift from a family member. When I googled the name and
address he sent, I was delighted to discover that “Chuck” was the subject of a book.
I hope in your legal career that for every ten snooty types you meet, you meet at least
one “Chuck”.
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But all that accomplishes is prolong them. Our resistance locks them in place, because
we have turned them from something fleeting and fluid into something solid and
permanent.
Forget the stories they are trying to tell you and what they mean and simply dive in.
In that state of resistance, we are powerless, because we are not grounded in reality.
We are resisting the very thing that is happening, that is here in this very moment.
We are powerless.
Yet the moment we dive into the feelings, we begin to discover that they aren’t as
bad as they thought they were.
We realize that those feelings don’t actually have the ability to hurt us.
They’re just uncomfortable, and they’re uncomfortable because we don’t truly know
them.
When you embrace the discomfort, you begin to find comfort there. Your desperate
desire to escape ceases.
It is no longer a gauntlet you need to survive, but a meadow filled with a plethora of
different sensations and experiences that come and go.
In that meadow, free of the burden of escaping and chasing, you become free to
naturally express your deepest self.
“We're in a freefall into future. We don't know where we're going. Things are changing
so fast, and always when you're going through a long tunnel, anxiety comes along. And
all you have to do to transform your hell into a paradise is to turn your fall into a
voluntary act. It's a very interesting shift of perspective and that's all it is... joyful
participation in the sorrows and everything changes.”
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The teacher began by saying that for many people yoga is a healing practice. That he
wanted to dedicate the class to this: an effort directed at mending what was hurt,
sprained, wounded or broken.
This can be a physical injury, he said, or a non-physical one like sorrow, anxiety,
loneliness.
In this class, pay special attention. Take care of yourself. Be loving towards yourself.
And send particular care towards whatever you need to heal.
Now, place both hands on where that place is for you and let’s take a few deep
breaths.
At this point I sneak a peek. I open my eyes and slowly pan the room.
I’d say 97% of the people in the room had placed both their hands over the left side
of their chest.
This is what I want everybody to know today: tread very carefully as you move
through the world. Think twice about what you plan to say and do.
Pretty much everyone you come across is desperately trying to mend a broken heart.
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A few years ago something creepy happened, that did not get media coverage, but it
changed the planet we live on: the weakening of the jet streams.
This is a direct result of the fast warming of the Arctic. The jet streams are slower now
and have a greater amplitude, meandering around the globe. In the northern
hemisphere there is more heat exchange with the polar regions now, which causes
extreme cold spells in - otherwise shorter - winter. And there is also more heat
exchange with the tropics, causing extreme heat waves in summer. The air masses
stay longer in a region, so the hot weather, once there, lasts on and on. Or, as the
image above puts it, “weather systems tend to stall”
Also, this is an El Niño year. Such years are always hotter than the previous years. Add
global warming to that rule and you get another hottest year on record.
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125 comments from Matthew Lee, T Michael Lutas, Lucas Judson and more
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He said that every child has his umbilical cord cut when they are born and planted
with the seed of a tree. When that tree grows, it becomes their tree for a lifetime.
I asked him if he had a picture of his tree, but sadly, he did not have one with him. My
guide was 29 years old as was his tree.
Also, when each child is born, they are given a chick. That chick grows up to be their
chicken. It is never killed and is free to live out its days, it never makes it's way to the
dinner table.
Unfortunately chickens only live to be about 3 years old, so he did not remember his
chicken. But each family keeps an eye on their children's chicken with each birth until
they die. When their chickens die, they do not get a new one.
I'm quite jealous of their traditions. I'd like to have a tree that was the exact same age
as me. How fun would it be to watch your tree grow throughout your life?
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I do not assign seats for my students, most of the time. I urge them to “sit near
people who won’t distract you.” I explain to them that it’s okay to sit away from your
friends for the 45 minutes you’re in my class. It doesn’t mean that you’re not friends
anymore. It means that you want to focus on the lesson.
Most students just end up sitting next to their friends anyway and, predictably,
several of them miss parts of the lesson, because they were distracted by the people
next to them. Their grade suffers as a result and, since here in Chicago, the best high
schools are selective, a single bad grade in middle school can ruin your chances of
getting into the best high school. A student can derail their education for years to
come because they were afraid of offending their friend in seventh grade by sitting
away from them for a class period.
When you’re young, friendships are fickle and very few of them will last into
adulthood. Your education, on the other hand, is permanent and can help your adult
life tremendously. Don’t let your social life derail your education! The world has
enough adults who were on the right track in life until they let a friend lead them
astray… a friend who’s long since left their lives, but they’re still living with the
consequences of that friendship.
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I was looking for old mystery novels—the kind of 1950’s cheap pulp crap that never
even hits a second printing. I didn’t find any, but I did find a couple of Agatha
Christies, so I went to check out.
The shop owner was unpacking a new box from somebody who’d gone “you can
have the whole thing for five bucks, I just want it gone.” She’d set aside one book
about the same size as an adult woman’s hand, a nasty little grubby thing that looked
like it might have a bad case of mold. I was curious, so I asked about it.
Her reply: “I don’t think I even have a place for it on the shelf. It’s going to sit forever.”
There was no title page, and neither my mom nor I recognized the work in it, so my
mom—now also curious—bought a baby toothbrush and spent a lot of hours teasing
the dirt off the cover with the barest amounts of water and a lot of paper towels. Just
one word for a title: “Essays.” But now we knew what the cover looked like—not
grunge black, but a pretty tan and green—so she started doing research.
First edition of Emerson’s Essays, as confirmed by the cloth color on the cover and the
lack of a title page.
BUT WAIT.
You think that’s the find of a lifetime. And for someone else in another bookshop, it is.
But here’s the thing. There were TWO first editions of Emerson’s Essays. A binding
error led to the release of a few hundred copies with about 20 pages missing, and a
couple of others upside-down. These error copies were quickly destroyed, barring
those that had already been purchased, and the current going price for such a copy
was several hundred dollars, possibly as much as a thousand—as opposed to the $50
or so garnered for a “first” (corrected) edition.
My mom and I read this on an appraiser’s website and stared at each other, barely
daring to breathe. I asked if she’d looked. She said no. “You bought it, you look.”
I picked it up and flipped to the page numbers indicated. Missing—but that wasn’t
good enough. Pages can be removed. I had to confirm the other error, too.
I gasped so loudly you could have heard me three counties over, dropped the book,
caught it, and set it down like it was made out of glass.
And that’s the story of how I paid our mortgage AND electricity for a month for just
fifty cents.
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45 comments from Sophie Wysocki, Steve Babiak, Terri Parker and more
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There’s an approach to this problem that I won’t spend too much time on but is
worth mentioning: you can try to ignore some of these problems. Imagine the
numbers are real, instead of being positive integers, and imagine that you do know
how many there are. What happens then?
You may be able to deduce that the best way to maximize a product given a fixed
sum is to make all variables equal. So, if you decided to have k numbers, the maximal
product will be (N /k)k . All that’s left to do is find the optimal k , which is a fun
problem in and of itself. You can once again ignore the fact that k is an integer; for a
real variable, this is maximized when N /k = e , Euler’s constant. Our incorrect
approach seems to give us a clue: we want the numbers to be close to e . This turns
out to be correct, although we don’t know that yet.
The actual, successful approach is simply to consider small, local changes. Here’s what
I mean by that.
Suppose someone claims that they have the best list of numbers which add up to N ,
“best” meaning having maximum product, of course. Could that best list possibly
include a 17 ?
You may be thinking, sure, why not? Here’s why not: if your buddy says they have the
best list and it has a 17 , you can immediately make a better list by replacing that 17
with an 8 and a 9 . Did you change the sum? Not at all. 8 + 9 is still 17 . Did you
change the product? Yes, and you can see exactly how: the product used to be
something times something times 17 times blah blah, and now it’s something times
something times 72 times blah blah. That’s much bigger!
x − 2, 2 which keeps the sum intact but increases the product from having an x to
We’ve made tremendous progress: the optimal solution, whatever it is, must comprise
exclusively 1 's, 2 's, 3 's and 4 's.
Wait. Do we really need 4 's? Any 4 can be replaced by a pair of 2 's. That doesn’t
change the sum, and although it doesn’t improve the product, it doesn’t hurt either.
Whatever the optimal solution is, it doesn’t need to have any 4 's.
And of course, we don’t want any 1 's, too. I mean, if N = 1 then we have no choice,
but for any larger N , keeping any 1 's around isn’t a mark of high intelligence. Any 1
along with some other x can be replaced with an x + 1 . Same sum, larger product.
So: our optimal product is made up exclusively of 2 's and 3 's. Remember when we
said that the best thing to do is stay close to e ? There you go.
Now, how many 2 's and how many 3 's do we want? Here’s the final key observation:
if you have 2, 2, 2 , you should replace them with 3, 3 . The sum stays intact but the
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product just increased by a factor of 8
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So we are allowed to keep some 2 's around, but not too many: at most two of them.
Everything else should be a 3 . Once again, glimpses of that mystic e , closer to 3 than
it is to 2 .
So do we want no 2 's at all? Or one of them? Or two? Fun fact: we don’t need to
figure that out, since N forces the number of 2 's. If N is divisible by 3 , the number
of 2 's cannot be one or two: it has to be none at all, or three, or six, and so on; but
we already know that three 2 's are useless, so we simply need none.
That’s it! We’ve solved the problem in complete generality: the maximal product of
positive integers whose sum is N is obtained as follows.
That’s all – we’ve just solved an optimization problem involving an unknown number
of integer unknowns!
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