Arsenal have internally discussed the signing of Vini Jnr for some time now. The feasibility is there to do a deal. Some highly influential people are involved in the matter. Very very early days but Arsenal are very serious if given the chance to sign him.
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It’s clearly a losing battle but I wish people would just straight-up reject the use of the term “affordable” to describe capped-rent or subsidized units. It’s not a descriptor, it’s propaganda! That is not what the word means
There is something prescient but pathetic about the sci-fi and Hollywood trope that, when faced with an alien threat, humanity sets aside its petty struggles and works together for a higher goal.
If we are capable of doing that when aliens, why not just do it now anyway?
A Cornell researcher handed a student a bright yellow Barry Manilow t-shirt, walked him into a room full of strangers, and asked him to guess how many would notice. The student figured about half the room. The real number was closer to one in four.
That experiment, run by psychologist Tom Gilovich in 1996 and published in 2000, has a name now: the spotlight effect. People walk around feeling like a spotlight is following them. It mostly isn't. The students in the embarrassing shirt had pictured an audience twice the size of the real one.
Gilovich thought the embarrassment was the reason, so he ran the test again with shirts students were happy to wear, faces like Bob Marley or Jerry Seinfeld. Same overestimate. The wearers again guessed half the room would remember, but fewer than one in ten actually did. Proud or embarrassed, you assume people are watching who simply aren't.
The nerves work the same way. In a 2003 study, Gilovich and Kenneth Savitsky had people give surprise speeches, then rate how obvious their panic looked. The speakers were sure they came across as a wreck. The audience mostly saw someone calm. Your racing heart, your sweaty hands, the words you're sure are falling apart, almost none of it leaks out at the volume you feel it.
The same team then ran one more version on the nervous speakers. Before they went up, one group was told a single fact: audiences can't read your anxiety as well as you expect. That group gave noticeably better speeches. Not just by their own rating. Independent judges who never heard the tip scored them higher too. Knowing the spotlight is dimmer than it feels made people perform better.
The strangers who do glance over probably like you more than you'd guess. A 2018 study across four universities found that after a conversation, people consistently underestimate how much the other person enjoyed it. The cause is almost funny: you get so busy judging your own performance that you miss the friendly looks coming back at you. Among new dorm roommates, that gap ran from September all the way to February before it finally closed.
So the math of eating alone is on your side. The room is giving you about half the attention you're bracing for, it can't see the nerves you're sure are showing, and the few who do look over are quietly on your side. The spotlight exists. It's just aimed somewhere other than you.
In 2015 a writer named Tim Urban sat down and counted the days he had left with his parents. He was 34, healthy, both parents alive and well. The number came back around 300. Less time than he spent with them in any single year of his childhood.
The post is called The Tail End, on a blog called Wait But Why. The idea is to stop counting your life in years and start counting it in events. Reach 90 and you get about 4,680 weeks, and every one of them fits on a single sheet of paper. Maybe 60 more winters after that. If you read five books a year, that is 300 books, picked from every book ever written.
Those things at least spread out evenly. A third of the way through life means a third of the way through your pizzas. Time with the people you love does not work like that. Almost all of it sits at the very start. Then it is gone.
For your first 18 years you are around your parents nearly every day. Then you leave for college or a job in another city, and a normal adult sees their parents maybe 10 days a year. So the day you move out, you are already at 93 percent. Urban was living in the last 5 percent and had no idea until he drew the chart. He called it the tail end.
It does not stop at parents. His two sisters, after a whole childhood in the same house, had around 15 percent of their time together left. The four friends he played cards with most days in high school were down to their last 7 percent. Nobody had a fight. Nobody moved away angry. Life quietly spends the time for you while you assume there is plenty left.
You do not have to be old to be near the end with someone. If your parents are alive and you live in a different city, you have probably already used more than 90 percent of the days you will ever spend in the same room as them.
His one instruction is about that last stretch. When you are down to the final days with someone you love, treat that time like what it is, which is almost gone. The rest is the tail end, and it is much shorter than it feels.
In the next 60 seconds, your heart will beat about 70 times, you'll take 16 breaths, and your bone marrow will quietly make 120 million new red blood cells. None of it asks for your attention. It just keeps happening, year in and year out, while you go about your day.
Step outside your body and the run of luck keeps going. Earth sits 93 million miles from the sun, parked in the tiny window where water can stay liquid. Venus, our nearest neighbor at 67 million miles, runs at 467°C on the surface, hot enough to melt lead.
The moon hangs above us, holding Earth at a steady 23.5° lean. That lean is the reason we have seasons. In 1993, French mathematicians Jacques Laskar and Philippe Robutel ran the math in the journal Nature: without the moon's pull, that lean could swing wildly between 0° and 85° over millions of years. We'd get summers hot enough to boil oceans, winters cold enough to freeze them solid.
Mars used to have a magnetic field. It lost it around 4.2 billion years ago, and the wind blowing off the sun started peeling its air into space. NASA's MAVEN probe found Mars is still losing about 100 grams of atmosphere every second, all these billions of years later. Earth keeps its magnetic field thanks to liquid iron churning deep in the core, and that field is the only thing standing between you and an empty sky.
Your body holds around 30 trillion human cells, and living on and inside you are roughly 39 trillion bacteria. Israeli researchers nailed down that number in 2016, after decades of overestimating it. They outnumber you in your own skin. Most of them are quietly keeping you alive.
The things going right at this exact moment run from your bone marrow out to the orbit of the moon. You're not running any of it. Noticing is just a bonus.
The “bike-shed” effect, originally described by C. Northcote Parkinson.
To illustrate this phenomenon, let’s compare a conversation about building a nuclear power plant with building a bike shed.
Most people rightly assume that they know nothing about something as complex as a nuclear power plant and so won’t voice an opinion. Most people wrongly assume, however, that they know something about building a bike shed and will argue until the cows come home about every detail down to paint color.
Everyone you meet (every male, at least) will have a strong opinion about how you should train and eat. For the next two to four weeks, cultivate selective ignorance and refuse to have bike-shed discussions with others.
Friends, foes, colleagues, and well-intentioned folks of all stripes will offer distracting and counterproductive additions and alternatives.
Nod, thank them kindly, and step away to do what you’ve planned. Nothing more and nothing different.
There is a difference between technical honesty and genuine transparency. Many who overtly claim to tell the truth utilise linguistic precision, qualifiers, omissions, or selective framing to evade that which they do not wish you to know, for example answering qualified questions in a narrowly accurate way while knowingly avoiding the broader reality being sought - thus, they remain factually correct while strategically obscuring the truth. These patterns will usually occur not only around more salient concerns, but also within minor passing remarks.
Trust your instincts. The micro-idiosyncratic flickers and oddities your intuition silently tracks them on are often more revealing than their words. Those who enjoy opaqueness through such means usually become comfortable over time, and the very same linguistic patterns can then be used to observe the undercurrent of truth which you seek. Patterns always exist.
For everyone who suffered through 8-2.
For everyone who half 6 at Stamford Bridge in Wenger’s 1,000th game.
For everyone who suffered through Baku.
For everyone who had to go to school after conceding 10 to Bayern.
Today is for you. Drink it all in. We deserve this.
Most people don't realise that, when it comes to other souls, understanding and acceptance are your true superpowers. A lot of heartache stems from the desire to change someone - to make them fit a preconceived projection or narrative - whether consciously or unconsciously. The desire to change another is, in essence, a desire to play God.
And while people do evolve, trying to change someone often backfires - because without resolute intrinsic motivation, they tend to drift back towards familiar patterns. Even as their baseline slowly evolves, reversion is more common than most would care to admit. They may oscillate around it, but their cognitive style usually reveals how that baseline functions.
Even when an individual shifts their worldview or lens, the pattern-recognition process that enables this often remains the same. The way realisation unfolds is rarely altered - possible, but uncommon - thus, this is the true key. Many critics, for example, will dissect content or biography, yet few examine a writer's metacognitive architecture - and while such analysis is increasingly teachable, some individuals are simply more attuned to it by nature.
See them as they are - shadows and all - and devour it fearlessly. Not to fix, reshape, or save - but to witness with piercing honesty. Because love, in its highest form, is perception without distortion. Accept them for their nature. Once you truly see, you already know.
the older i get, the more i realize happiness is simple.
it’s slow mornings. clean spaces. watching sunsets without rushing to post them. moving your body even when your mind feels heavy. working hard on something that actually means something to you. laughing loudly. crying when you need to. making your bed even on the days your heart feels messy.
you stop chasing constant noise after a while. stop romanticizing chaos. because life is made of small things. small habits. small moments. small conversations. and one day you realize those things were never small at all. they were the entire point.
at some point, you realize peace is actually a beautiful thing. it was the thing you were searching for in everything else.