What did you do about it this week?
People with advanced Just World Syndrome often exhibit Just World Amnesia, a form of Korsakoff’s disease where they learn and then forget that the world is unjust, within 15 minutes or less—a window too short to allow for effective planning
Attempted to write a Steam Engine hype at the era of Industrial Revolution as if it was the age of AI —
The steam engine breakthrough is insane right now.
Watt’s separate condenser + new GRPO optimization just dropped the 405 hp-class engine. We went from 7 hp → 70 hp → 405 hp+ in basically three years. One machine now does the work of 50+ men or water wheels — nonstop, rain or shine, anywhere.
Textile mills, ironworks, everything scaling 5-10x overnight. Productivity exploding.
This isn’t incremental. It’s automating physical labor at massive scale. Jobs shifting forever. Society about to look unrecognizable.
The Industrial Revolution isn’t coming. It’s here and accelerating faster than anyone predicted.
Terrified. Excited. Both.
What a time to be alive. 🚂💨
One of the reasons the elites ignore the Muslim grooming gangs is they simply can’t handle the levels of horror these attacks reach. Such as…
-nailing a girl’s tongue to a block of wood while she’s raped.
-having them dig their own graves.
-drenching them in gasoline.
-branding girl’s asses with an M for Mohammad.
-raping girls under the Pakistani flag.
The list goes on. It’s much easier just to assume we’re lying and the problem isn’t real.
After CBS embarrassed Karen Bass by fact-checking her debate lies about the Palisades Fire, they clearly got the call. CBS filmed with me on my burned out lot for over an hour, and they turned it over to Karen Bass’ PR team to edit it into a comical 5 minute hit piece with clips from the Hills. They can’t beat my ideas, they can’t beat me in the debates, so they gotta try to turn my campaign into a sideshow. People are done with these skeezy political tricks, and I’m done with CBS. They’ll never get a word from me for my next 8 years as mayor. Adios! What outlet should I have in their absence?
Anthropic is buying millions of rare books, scanning and destroying them because legally destruction is the safest option. This was a plot element in the Vernor Vinge novel, "The Rainbow's End", which I read 20 years ago.
Someone who struggles a bit with concentration gets nothing. Someone else who struggles a bit more with concentration gets cool drugs and extra time on exams.
Someone who's a bit sad gets nothing. Someone who is a bit sadder gets to bring an emotional support snake on flights.
We pretend mental illness is this discrete category, you either have it or you don't, when it's really a continuum. It's unfair that a slight change to your condition can give you access to enormous resources and sympathy. My heart goes out to those just below the cutoff.
You buy a German anvil. It contains 83 moving parts and requires winding twice a day. It's forged from excellent steel, holds tolerances across all three striking faces to within three microns, includes a beautifully indexed horn-adjustment mechanism nobody asked for, and requires a proprietary 11-point spanner should you need to replace the rebound calibration bushing. It runs flawlessly for years, but one day it starts up in limp mode because the onboard anvil-management system detects that it's overdue for its 50,000-strike inspection.
You search AliExpress for a Chinese anvil, and are presented with a multitude of offerings from such household-name brands as DUKXJYIBF, HDBTGMXI, AND UEJQIP. They're all priced to within a few pennies of each other, appear completely identical except for the nameplate, and obviously all came out of the same factory. You text your blacksmith friend to ask if they're legit. He tells you he got one like that from KIXJBU a few years ago, and that it's been great and a terrific deal. You thank him, but KIXJBU seems to have folded so you buy the one from UEJQIP. When it arrives, it feels suspiciously light. You scratch it and realize it's iron-plated aluminum.
You buy an American anvil. It's five times the price of the competition, but it comes from a brand that your great-grandfather used to love. It comes boxed with a warranty registration postcard, twenty pages of safety instructions, assay certificate, and a regulatory slip which lists its FCC certification and ITAR registration. It looks just like your friend's KIXJBU. There's a "Made In China" sticker on the bottom.
You buy a Russian anvil. It arrives coated in cosmoline, wrapped in newspaper from 1974, and weighing 40% more than advertised. The finish looks like it was machined with a shovel. The face is not flat, but somehow this does not matter. You drop it off a truck, accidentally leave it outside for six winters, and use it to straighten a bulldozer blade. It's fine.
You buy a Swedish anvil. It comes flat-packed in a long cardboard box with cheerful Neo-Grotesk lettering and a line drawing of a smiling man assembling it with an Allen key. The instructions contain no words, only pictograms showing the anvil face, horn, waist, feet, and 112 identical-looking fasteners. Halfway through assembly, you discover that the pritchel hole was installed upside down, but only because you used peg B17 where you should have used peg B71. Once assembled, it is clean, stable, and works better than it has any right to. You immediately wonder whether you should have bought two.
You buy a Japanese anvil. It arrives wrapped in rice paper inside a paulownia box, accompanied by a certificate bearing three generations of signatures and a photograph of the first production example being presented to the Emperor. The face has been hand-polished by a seventy-eight-year-old master whose family has made striking surfaces since the Muromachi period. You are given detailed instructions for oiling it with a cloth folded in a specific way. It is the most beautiful object you own. You never quite work up the nerve to strike it.
I am 51 and deeply regret not having kids.
I was stringently brainwashed into believing that I should never have children.
I’ve never even been pregnant as far as I know. I was on birth control from age 16 through age 49.
I'll take any excuse to talk about the Moche and adjacent cultures of Precolumbian South America
It's amazing how bad society can get and how it can persist in horror
UK mainstream media is totally ignoring the trial of three Ukrainian male models accused of arson attacks on property belonging to PM Keir Starmer
Why would the three target Starmer? Why are they all Ukrainian? Is there an intelligence connection? https://t.co/FUI0kovy8S
Three Ukrainians are in court today charged with an arson attack on Sir Keir Starmer's home, and the absence of terror charges suggests the attack was of a personal nature. But the media are oddly silent. https://t.co/C4qdKPQBSp
> be Alexandra Elbakyan
> be born in Kazakhstan in 1988
> start coding at 12
> hack your internet provider at 14
> hack MIT Press at 16 to download neuroscience books you can't afford
> get a CS degree from Satbayev University
> intern in neuroscience at Georgia Tech
> speak at Harvard on brain-computer interfaces
> notice researchers can't read the papers they need
> notice academic publishers charging $30 a paper
> notice peer reviewers worked for free
> notice editors worked for free
> notice universities funded the research with billions of dollars of public money
> build Sci-Hub in 2011
> upload nearly every paywalled research paper ever published
> give it away for free
> get sued by Elsevier
> get hit with a $15 million judgment
> don't give a flying f*ck
> keep Sci-Hub up
> get domain after domain seized
> register a new one
> keep Sci-Hub up
> get investigated by the US Department of Justice
> don't give a flying f*ck
> get accused of working for Russian intelligence
> don't give a flying f*ck
> have the FBI subpoena your iCloud
> get named one of Nature's ten people who mattered in science
> get a parasitoid wasp named after you
> get a deep-sea snail named after you
> get the Electronic Frontier Foundation Award for Access to Scientific Knowledge
> become a legend