World Cup Exit Reactions:
🇰🇷South Korea: immediate national inquiry, special tribunal. Coach canceled from polite society
🇳🇴Norway: Massive rowing party in downtown Oslo. Everyone’s drunk on aquavit and happy
🇺🇸USA: sorry? what is this sport? oh right, it's gay anyway
🏴England: TUCHEL OUT in 48-point Impact font on the front pages and endless streams of commentators dissecting the 4-2-3-1 formation. Total self-flagellation and promises to never believe that football's ever coming home again
🇧🇷Brazil: 18,000-word philosophical treatises tracing the decline of the Seleção to the rise of neopentecostalism
🇯🇵Japan: Coach performs polite post-match bow; promises to further develop youth academies and do better
🇩🇪Germany: Emergency DFB (Deutscher Fußball-Bund) Summit to analyze what went wrong with soul-searching German efficiency and thoroughness. Already produced tactical white paper titled “Gegenpressing 2.0: Rebuilding the German Soul.”
🇦🇷Argentina:
A Japanese engineer invented the QR code for one job, tracking car parts on a Toyota line, then his company chose to give the patent away for free, which is the only reason it ended up on every restaurant table on Earth.
His name is Masahiro Hara. The company was Denso Wave, a parts supplier owned by Toyota.
In 1992 the problem landed on his desk, and it was not glamorous. Workers on the factory floor were drowning.
Every car part had a barcode, but a barcode can only hold about twenty characters, so to track one component they had to stick five or ten barcodes on it.
A worker would stand there scanning a single part ten times in a row. Some of them were scanning close to a thousand barcodes a day. The job had stopped being about building cars and turned into pointing a scanner at stickers all day long.
And there was a second problem nobody upstairs cared about. This was a factory. Oil got on everything. A smudge of grease across a barcode and the whole thing became unreadable, and the line stopped.
Hara was asked to make the scanner faster. He looked at it for a while and realized the scanner was not the problem. The barcode itself was the ceiling. A line of black bars can only hold information going one direction, left to right.
He decided to build something that held information in two directions, up and down as well as across, so it could store hundreds of times more in the same little square.
Then came the part that sounds made up but is not.
Hara played Go on his lunch breaks, the old board game with black and white stones sitting on a grid. He was staring at the board one day and it clicked.
The grid of black and white stones was already a way to store information in two directions. That was the shape of his code.
But building the code was the easy half. The hard problem was speed, because the whole point was to be fast, and a scanner wastes most of its time just trying to figure out where the code is and which way it is turned.
The fix came to him on a train. He was looking out the window at buildings, and one building stood out from all the others because of its shape against the sky. That was the idea.
He put three little square targets in three corners of the code. The moment a scanner sees those three squares, it knows instantly where the code is and how it is rotated, even upside down, even at an angle.
Now here is the detail that shows how far he was willing to go. Those three corner squares only work if nothing else on the page looks like them.
If a magazine ad or a cardboard box happened to have the same black and white pattern nearby, the scanner would get confused and grab the wrong thing.
So Hara and his tiny two-person team went and surveyed printed material. Magazines. Flyers. Cardboard boxes. Piles of it, for days, reducing every picture down to its ratio of black to white area, hunting for the one ratio that almost never shows up in print anywhere. They found it. One to one to three to one to one.
That exact rhythm of black and white is baked into every corner square of every QR code on Earth, and it is there because it is the pattern the printed world almost never produces by accident.
Then he solved the oil.
He built the code so it carries a backup of its own information, spread mathematically across the whole square. You can tear off, smudge, or scratch out up to thirty percent of a QR code and it still scans perfectly, because the code rebuilds the missing piece from the copy it kept of itself.
A worker could get grease on a third of the label and the line would keep moving. This is the same math that lets a scratched CD still play and lets a spacecraft send data back across the solar system without asking to repeat itself.
He finished in 1994. He named it Quick Response, after what it does for the person using it, not after what it is.
And then Denso made the decision that actually mattered.
They held the patent. They could have charged a fee on every single scan, and given how many billions happen now, that would have made someone unimaginably rich.
Instead they announced they would not enforce their rights to collect royalties, and they published the specification openly so anyone could use it. Hara later said it was not even a big argument inside the company.
That one choice is the whole story. A code that costs nothing to use is a code everyone builds on. Airlines put it on tickets. Phone makers built readers into cameras.
Then a pandemic hit and the world needed a way to hand someone information without touching anything, and the free little square that a Toyota engineer built for greasy factory workers was suddenly on every menu, every payment, every door.
Hara still works there. He has said, more than once, that he never imagined it would spread this far, and that the part he is proudest of is that it got used to keep people safe.
The man built it to survive oil on a factory floor. It ended up surviving everything else too.
You have scanned his work a hundred times this year. Now you know whose it was.
If Argentina win tonight, the two people in this photo will face off in the World Cup Final 19 years later.
What are the odds that:
> Baby wins a raffle to get a pic with Messi
> Baby grows up to be a generational talent
> Baby becomes third youngest player to ever start a World Cup final
> Messi remains so great that he would be the oldest outfield player to ever start a final
> Both of their teams beat the odds of reaching a final in the same tournament
The odds of this happening are impossibly small.
And yet we're one game away.
The same year that photo was taken, Messi featured in an Adidas campaign about being too small to make it. The slogan:
"Impossible is Nothing."
He worked his entire life to become an overnight success. 🇨🇻
At the start of the World Cup, Vozinha was relatively unknown outside Cape Verde, with around 50,000 Instagram followers.
Over the last three weeks, the 40-year-old has stunned the world with incredible performances against the likes of Spain, Uruguay and Argentina.
He fulfilled his dream of having his mum watch him play at a World Cup, and now leaves the tournament with more than 18 MILLION Instagram followers.
He now has more followers than Thibaut Courtois and Manuel Neuer — two of the greatest goalkeepers of all time. 👏
… WHAT HAVE WE JUST WITNISSED?!?!?!?
I’ll get to Argentina later, but this is ALL about Cape Verde - despite the elimination.
One of the best, most bizarre, utterly jaw-dropping World Cup campaigns I’ve ever seen. And it came from the smallest nation to ever play the competition.
Football, eh?
A woman who hates being told what to do is effectively screwed. Happiness is not available to her. I will tell you why, and it is very simple.
Not wanting to be told what to do by a moron or a tyrant is understandable. Man or woman, nobody likes this. The idea of having to take orders from someone who is arbitrary, cruel, unfair or what have you carries precisely no appeal to anybody.
And of course, if you yourself are not a moron for a woman, you should not be choosing a man like that anyway. And if, somehow, in your poor judgement, you do, then you should leave. This is simple and easy to understand.
So far, so good, right? We have concluded that
A: you should not follow the orders of, listen to or obey a bad or foolish man
B: you should not be in a relationship with such a man, and, if by your own error you find yourself in one, you should leave that man
So what type of man does that leave? A man with good judgement, who cares about you, who does not arbitrarily tell you what to do for the love of bossing you around, but because he believes it is in your mutual interest.
If even despite *despite* this, and knowing the man is good and competent you are still bothered by the idea of listening to him? You are broken as a woman, and should stay alone. You are fundamentally, intrinsically, inherently incapable of preserving sexual polarity and relational prosperity - and there is no functional, joyous romantic path for you in this life.
There is one further rationalising nonsense objection from here: "we will both decide 50/50" - this is of course, nonsense - because a democracy of 2 people where both disagree means nothing gets done. Infinite stalemate. It also assumes equal strengths, wisdom etc and collapses hierarchy/order into unstructured chaos. If you can't agree on anything, it cannot function.
The final model is inverse polarity: you as the woman tell the man what to do, and he obeys you. This is appealing to your ego, but disgusting to your vagina. You like the idea of not being accountable or "controlled" in any sense of the word, but you cannot respect a weak, powerless, auraless man who just does as he's told. You, innately, would be disgusted by the concept of such a man impregnating you. You would resent him quickly.
So it is clear, there is only one winning path: disdain authority in general (so you can stand up for yourself) but find one man you can truly respect whose authority is legitimate to you, and follow him. Not blindly (a smart man can substantiate what he says anyway) - but don't be a pain in the ass and don't give him a hard time when he doesn't deserve it. You market yourself on being an asset, on being a support who will help him become a better man, yes? Then act like it.
If you know he is fair and right and you just irrationally dislike his choice because it indescribably "feels bad", accept you are being hormonal, or a general brat, and go sleep it off. There is a self-sabotaging element within you, and in your more lucid moments you despise it. Do not let it fuck it up for you. Many women have lost good men by behaving ridiculously, and on a long enough timescale come to regret it when they find he is not replaceable - that kind, patient, competent, protective men with good judgement, do not in fact, grow on trees.
Take any population on earth.
For several generations, remove their most physically capable members by force and sell them abroad.
Destroy their existing political institutions and replace them with administrative structures designed to extract rather than develop.
Draw their borders to maximize ethnic conflict and minimize political coherence.
Extract their mineral and agricultural wealth for a century at prices you set unilaterally.
When you leave, install governments that serve your economic interests rather than their populations.
Fund civil wars when those governments are threatened by leaders who want to redirect resource revenues toward domestic development.
Then, three generations later, administer a cognitive test.
Compare the scores to those of the populations who spent the same period accumulating capital, building universities, developing public health infrastructure, and compounding the advantages of political stability.
Put the results on a map.
Call the map a "nature documentary."
Tell yourself the scores show something biological.
Tell yourself the history had nothing to do with it.
Tell yourself you arrived at this conclusion by following the evidence.
You did not follow the evidence.
You followed the map to the place you had already decided to go.
And the evidence, the entire, documented, sourced, cross-disciplinary evidence, is the invoice you refused to open.
"There is a season when there is no one. No phone calls... No invitations to hang out... No one checking in on you... The few who do call probably are just for just... very little engagement... forgotten promises...
This is the time to find yourself and listen to your soul... find laughter... find joy... and find validation in Him who made you.
The noise vanishes so that you can see what's truly left.. What really matters!
What season are you in?
#RefindingYourself
When Cabo Verde has qualified to the knockouts,in their first ever appearance in World Cup,their father of nation should be remembered. He was banished by the Portuguese colonialists for forming a sports club. He was martyred fighting imperialism. Amilcar Cabral✊🏾
Our competitors don't normally ask us for advice, but when an airline leader reached out, we couldn't ignore it.
Naturally, there was only one way to respond: CEO to CEO.