The Scots took over Boston and they belt out OUR anthem, word for word, in a pub!
The Europeans and Japanese at the World Cup have made the world appreciate America.
(Maybe they can teach the Democrats).
USA. I went to a Texas BBQ restaurant.
The man at the counter asked: brisket or ribs?
I stood very still.
In my country, this question has another name.
It is called choosing a clan.
Brisket: slow. Patient. It has waited 14 hours for this moment.
Fourteen hours of smoke and silence.
This is the way of discipline. This is the way of my teachers.
Ribs: bold. Immediate. They arrive already holding their weapon.
They do not wait. They do not explain themselves.
This is the way of instinct. This is the way of warriors who do not return.
I asked the man which was better.
He said: "Depends on the person."
I stared at him for a long time.
This was not an answer.
This was a test.
Perhaps the most important test of my life.
I chose brisket. I sat down. I prepared myself.
The ribs arrived at the next table.
They smelled of smoke and oak and something I cannot name in any language.
The man eating them did not look at his food.
He looked at nothing.
He had already transcended.
I went back to the counter.
"I made an error," I said. "Ribs."
I sat down again.
The brisket at the next table glistened quietly.
Fourteen hours of patience. Fourteen hours of waiting.
Looking at me.
Not with anger. With something worse.
With understanding.
I went back.
"Brisket," I said. "I have returned."
The man at the counter said nothing.
He had seen this before.
Brisket. Ribs. Brisket. Ribs.
On my fourth approach, he placed both on the counter without speaking.
I understood then: there is no choosing.
There is only the truth of what you already are.
And what I am, apparently, is someone who cannot leave a BBQ restaurant.
I ate. I could not finish.
I sat with the remains for a very long time.
The other customers left. New customers arrived. I was still there.
The man came to my table at closing time.
"You doing okay?"
I told him I was conducting a funeral.
He nodded like this was a reasonable thing to say.
A ninja does not choose between brisket and ribs.
A ninja orders both and sits with the consequences until the restaurant closes.
Is this normal in Texas?
And which one was right?
I need to know. I am going back tomorrow.
It's caused by the blood vessels in the roof of your mouth contracting from the cold, then the blood rushing back in reactivating all of your nerves. The rush of sensation causes intense strain on your brain. The tounge and many other tricks are to warm the blood vessels as quickly as possible.
Keep the straw under your tongue.
We like to think we’ve mapped the world but the truth is, our oceans are still almost completely unknown.
Take the 52-hertz whale often called the loneliest whale in the world. We’ve been hearing its call for decades… yet we’ve never actually seen it.
And it doesn’t stop there. Scientists have identified the existence of multiple whale species purely through sound creatures we know are out there, but have never laid eyes on.
Now think about that for a second.
That’s just the animals that make noise.
What about everything that moves in silence? The things that don’t call out, don’t echo, don’t leave a trace we can easily detect?
The ocean isn’t just unexplored it’s hiding entire worlds we don’t even realize are there. 🌊
@k_Uritaro@ree_nori_bok The Caterham super 7 is the king of this. It was so fast in the corners it was banned so they made their own racing series just for their car.
This game is so awesome for letting us use our own music on the demo. #badapple on everything. Seems like there may be a really good standalone campain as well. Please forgive my slop I'm drunk. But this bit was too good to not share.
#deadasdisco
This indie dev is making a 2-player co-op game set on the Moon.
- Low gravity mistakes = game over
- Solve intricate asymmetric puzzles
- Extract rare lunar slimes to supply high-end restaurants back on Earth
It's called Together: Moon Escape. Would you play this?