Pierce

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[maddie rune🪰 @themaddierune]

I just spent $600 replacing every LED bulb in my house I just bought with warm incandescent bulbs because this house was beginning to feel like an actual prison. I’m not even kidding when I say the moment I turned them all on it felt like I had changed the entire house without changing anything other than the bulbs. I immediately thought “yeah, I’m not depressed, I just hate these lights.” My nervous system feels better, my body feels more relaxed. We really used to understand lighting. Sunlight during the day and firelight at night. Your environment naturally got softer as the day ended, which made sense…not this sterile dentist office light blasted into your eyes day and night. Candlelight and incandescent light forever. I will die on this hill.

[Danielle knows a lot @Daniell64334313]

🚨 SOMETHING CHANGED… AND I KNOW I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS IT. Life used to feel ALIVE. Summers felt endless, experiences actually became memories, music attached itself to entire chapters of your life, and even ordinary days somehow had a feeling you could remember years later. Now everything feels like a blur. You wake up Monday and somehow it’s Friday. January turns into August before you’ve even processed what happened. People are everywhere, yet genuine connection feels harder to find. We have unlimited ways to communicate but somehow feel more distant than ever. Everybody is scrolling, rushing, consuming, surviving—waiting for life to start while LIFE is literally passing us by. Maybe it’s technology. Maybe it’s stress. Maybe 2020 affected the human mind more deeply than we realize. Maybe it’s something we haven’t even figured out yet. But whatever happened, the world before 2020 feels like a place we remember but can’t return to. The scary part isn’t that time is moving fast…it’s realizing how much of our lives are disappearing with it.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who feels this.🤷🏼‍♀️🥹

[Adio @Adiofreak]

Just saw an Instagram reel that said:

“At some point you become the age that your parents were in your childhood memories, only you don’t feel like an adult, and you realize your parents were still just kids trying to figure it out too”

And that shit just fucked me up.

[Patrick Leonard 🫡 @padspoker]

Every PKO should be 6max. Retire 8max PKO.

[Charly Wargnier ♨️ @DataChaz]

Best use of AI I've seen this year

[Andrew Lichtenberger @luckychewy]

Reality often reminds me just how truly strange it is.

A quote commonly associated with quantum physicist Werner Heisenberg comes to mind, “Not only is reality stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think.”

I came across the origin of the word “weird” recently. In Old English, the root word wyrd was used to mean fate, destiny, or the force that sets events in motion.

To me, it feels like this is creativity in action. If life weren’t weird, wouldn’t it be boring?

This begs the question - what is normal, anyway? I recall having a conversation years ago with some friends where I concluded that weirdness, or being weird, is in fact, normal. Perhaps I was more right than I realized at the time, or maybe I’m just weird 😁

This brings me to the idea of synchronicity. I continually find that when I play poker there’s always an opportunity to take the easy way out. And if I’m out of coherence, I’ll often take it. Without coherence it feels like there’s a firewall between my perception and what’s going on, and it always feels like I’m behind the 8-ball.

I might fail to find the check-raise, 3-bet, 4-bet, struggle to make the close folds, etc. My decisions are strategically sound in theory, sure, but practically lacking - and the feedback loops are fast so I'm often able to observe it in real time.

Conversely, when I’m in a state of coherence, I feel like I can’t miss the mark. It truly feels like walking on water, at least relatively speaking.

As I reflect on how this has repeatedly occurred for me, it seems self-evident that when you’re in your personal best state of being, your chances of success dramatically increase.

I think being willing to embrace the unknown and remain open to possibility is critical to having these experiences. If we rigidly limit what we believe is possible, we may inadvertently limit what we're capable of perceiving and ultimately, what we're capable of becoming.

Stay open to the unknown and never sell yourself short.

[Pierce @piercemck1]

@vegasstarfish Golden steer’s famous table side ceaser salad is made w a 80/20 blend of canola / olive oil (olive oil being the .20) absolutely unacceptable . Never going back.

[Mark Lambert @sitsio]

Does anyone remember this amazing story? On July 2, 1982, a truck driver from California flew 16,000 feet into the sky in a lawn chair. Larry Walters, 33, from San Pedro, had dreamed of flying his whole life. He bought 42 eight-foot helium weather balloons, tied them to a regular Sears lawn chair, strapped on a parachute, packed a BB gun to pop balloons to descend, a CB radio, sandwiches, and a six-pack of beer.
He expected to float a few hundred feet above his backyard. He cut the rope and shot up like a rocket — to 16,000 feet. He drifted directly into the main approach path for LAX. Two airline pilots radioed the tower: they had just passed a man in a lawn chair holding a gun at 16,000 feet. For 45 minutes, he floated over Los Angeles, freezing cold, too scared to shoot balloons because he might fall. Finally, he started popping balloons one by one and slowly descended.
He landed tangled in power lines in Long Beach, California, causing a blackout. When police arrested him, they asked why he did it. He said, "A man can't just sit around." The FAA fined him $4,000. He became a national folk hero — Lawnchair Larry — and inspired the movie Up.

[Pierce @piercemck1]

@padspoker @TexasMike2014 Pads goat human

[Video Game History @VideoGameHstry]

When we played video games with real people

[Pierce @piercemck1]

@SlightlyStoopid missing me some slightlystoopid big time

[naiive @naiivememe]

math...

[Ash Crypto @AshCrypto]

We're almost there...

[☔ @Whotfismick]

when you take a nap so good you thought you missed the school bus but it's sunday and you're 41