David Green

[David Green @dmbgreen]

This is me and my brother at one of our favorite places on earth: Laguna Seca. Can’t wait to get back next season! @DanBerg626

[WeatherTech Raceway Laguna Seca @WeatherTechRcwy]

A sunset? A good friend, and camping? With cars on track in the background? Sounds like a Saturday in heaven for us 😌

📷: Ken Manfred

#camping #glamping #lagunaseca #campinglsra #weathertechraceway #seemonterey #visitcalifornia

[David Green @dmbgreen]

@GrecianBurn @selentelechia I've got two kids, different temperaments, both became champion sleepers. The difference in overall mood between tired and enough sleep is hard to believe. Used this approach for most of our behavioral challenges, too. Well rested children are a delight!

[David Green @dmbgreen]

@GrecianBurn @selentelechia Sleep is #1. Dr's tone feels a little challenging sometimes. Worth it. It doesn't have to be perfect. You make exceptions and start again. It can take a couple of days and some crying. From everyone.

[David Green @dmbgreen]

I've gotten so far with AI that Claude acts like all the human assistants I've had the joy of working with. He's bored by my tedious task request, but happy to tell me what to do. "To complete the full analysis, you would need to manually access each year's page..." 🤬

[David Green @dmbgreen]

@Obiewon11 @snowyclark @parxracing 100% true. Thanks for doing the work and sharing it out. I went and looked. 4 wins in a row, all this exact ride. Quite a race horse.

[David Green @dmbgreen]

Still using this.

[G-MA & G-PA @GmaIndiana]

That was the signal 😆

[David Green @dmbgreen]

This is my Twitter win for the day. Maybe the year. I should probably sign off now....

[Captain Pleasure, Andrés Gómez Emilsson @algekalipso]

Thanks.

On a phenomenological level I do have an issue with the state of consciousness that simultaneously reifies the self and the other, and prefers to help the other over the self. It's a risk factor for savior complex and resentment (but just that, a risk factor). And it can feel all kinds of narcissistic vibes, but not always!

It's also not ideal, though it's better, to reify Oneness and then treat others _as yourself_. Because it's still hooking up to the default amygdaloid sense of self interest.

But I love the altruism that arises naturally out of emptiness or metta or high enough sense of wonder and mystery about reality. Goldilocks Zone of Oneness, where it's genuinely ambiguous whether we're all one or all separate or what. It's in the indeterminacy that the most beautiful vibes, on my experience, arise. And also the most sustainable. Because it's altruism that doesn't rely on any reification.

[David Green @dmbgreen]

Tedeschi Trucks Band & Leon Russell - With A Little Help From My Friends https://t.co/1yUMRcjRJ3 via @YouTube
Damn, I caught this on the day it was posted? What luck!

[John Ʌ Konrad V @johnkonrad]

He almost captures what it feels like to sail a large ship into a storm under god. Almost. But not quite.

I was a devout Catholic before I went to sea. After? Not less faithful, exactly but profoundly changed. My belief didn’t vanish. My perspective shattered. I still attend church most weeks, just not every week. I still pray but not with all my might.

Before I went to sea, I was needy in the way most young people are. I prayed hard for god to fulfill my needs. I needed my dad to beat cancer. I needed help raising my little brother. I needed my mom to rest, not work herself into exhaustion. I needed good grades. I needed a woman to love me. I needed certainty. Control. A plan. I needed god to tell me I would be alright.

Then came the storms.

The first few times I hit real weather at sea, the needs changed. I needed five minutes of calm to pour coffee. I needed the deck not to pitch so hard I’d fall. I needed a brief reprieve from the fear clawing at my gut. I just needed safety. Every other need took a backseat.

So I prayed.

Then came the monster. A supertanker sailing to Alaska in a monster sea. Waves so big I thought the ship would break in half. Rain so thick you couldn’t see the bow.

Standing on the bridge I couldn’t see further than the steel deck twisting beneath my feet. The radar useless, blinking echoes of phantoms—was that a boat? A squall line? Or just another towering wave?

The sky was black. The ocean was loud. The pounding shook my bones. The smell I can’t even describe. I stood atop 1,000 feet of steel - one of the largest moving objects ever built by man, and still felt like a leaf in the mouth of a god.

And in that maelstrom, a break in the storm revealed something I’ll never forget: a tiny fishing boat, one of those Deadliest Catch types, barely visible through the mist.

That boat was maybe a tenth the size of ours. Maybe less. And I thought I felt small.

Then I heard their voices over the radio. Not panicked. Not screaming. Not calling for rescue. Over and over, they repeated just one thing:

“Can you see us?”

Not “help us.”

Not “save us.”

Just, “Can you see us?”

I’m tearing up just writing this. That’s all they wanted. To be seen. To know that if they didn’t make it, if the waves took them, someone would know they were there. Tell their family they were seen.

And when I clicked the mic and said, “This is the VLCC Marine Columbia off your port bow. We see you,” the relief in their voices… it was overwhelming.

I’ve prayed many times since then. I’ve gone to confession, read the Bible, talked to priests. I’ve still asked God for many things I need - but mostly for others, mostly my family
- but something inside me changed that day.

After that storm, I stopped praying for calm seas. I stopped praying for comfort. I stopped praying for outcomes.

All I’ve ever wanted since then is this:

To be seen.

To be seen by God, not for what I want or need, but simply for who I am.

That’s it.

To be seen by a god who loves them.

That’s what sailors pray for when all their ego and hope is drained. Or at least that’s what I prayed for after the last ounce of ego left me.

Calm seas and land have a way of building that ego back up but the Secretary is right, nobody can think they are god after an experience like that. They can only believe in one.

They must believe because to live unseen and unloved is unbearable.

[David Green @dmbgreen]

One of my top three Phils. Two, actually.

[Danny Deraney @DannyDeraney]

We lost Phil Hartman 27 years ago today.

What is your favorite SNL Phil Hartman sketch?

His chemistry with Jan Hooks was masterclass.

[David Green @dmbgreen]

Amen

[The Modern Hermeticist @ModernHermetics]

The Secret of Secrets

[Ragnar @pikeypilled]

Dad told me this is true

[David Green @dmbgreen]

At a time like this. Always, in fact.
https://t.co/EJWyabP5zW

[David Green @dmbgreen]

@FedeItaliano76 He's been hanging around John Singer Sargent. I like it.

[David Green @dmbgreen]

😂

[David Burge @iowahawkblog]

JFC here comes the tech bros again with their robo fetish

[Jon Heyman @JonHeyman]

Ichiro missed unanimity by 1 vote. Please step forward, you numbskull

[David Green @dmbgreen]

amen

[ali @alibrooke4ever]

Thinking about 30 Rock again. Whoever wrote Jack’s line “I worked the day shift at the graveyard and the graveyard shift at the Day’s Inn” deserves a Nobel prize in Comedy Writing.