people sometimes say math is a language. A language to describe what?
“Math” is so broad that the answer is anything that can be described precisely.
But focusing on standard schooling, let’s say from algebra through precalculus, calculus, and… well, ideally differential equations and linear algebra, though that’s not really standard. What is this a language for? It’s a language for relationships between quantities.
i don’t think you really learn a language for describing quantitative relationships, separately from learning about quantitative relationships? I wouldn’t really say math is a language.
But it kiind of is. What you learn in calculus classs is like… how to describe the relationships between the important quantitites in your physics, chemistry, biology or economics classes.
it’s got a recursive grammar and syntax and semantics, so if nothing else it’s a language in that sense.
Gödel’s incompleteness theorems basically say that specifically this is not true.
not even “boycott the lilo and stitch remake for moral reasons” but just “have some standards for movies.” like yes having moral convictions for boycotts is important because, what, if it was good would I think people should see it? no, of course not. but that’s the thing, innit? it’s not going to be good. youre getting slop. let’s worry about clearing the very low bar of “not slop” first. you deserve better. don’t waste your ticket money on sequel/remake/rebootquel/Expansion Of Our IP slop and you won’t even have to expend the emotional effort of sticking to your principles.
i’m still mad about that post thats like “humans USED to be able to memoriize long epic poems, but we no longer have Bards so our memories arent as good” boy shut the fuck up. a good chunk of people i went to high school with had the entirety of hamilton memorized for fun and they weren’t even autistic.
I’m the hamilton person. But I’m definitely autistic tho
When I was in the hospital, they gave me a big bracelet that said ALLERGY, but like. I’m allergic to bees. Were they going to prescribe me bees in there.
So there’s a medication called hyaluronidase. It’s used to make other medications absorb better, because it makes the cell wall more permeable.
One common usage is to make local anesthetic more effective during surgery, for instance. It’s used in a number of injected medications.
Bee stings contain an enzyme very similar to this medication, so sometimes, people with bee allergies have an allergic reaction to hyaluronidase.
This is called cross-reactivity, where your body mistakes something for the thing it’s actually allergic to, and has an allergic reaction anyway. For instance, sometimes people with latex allergies also are allergic to bananas and other fruits. They don’t actually contain latex, but there are some similar proteins.
Apparently, hyraluronidase used in humans is derived from one of four sources: sheep testicles, cow testicles, cow testicles again, and GMO hamster ovaries.
tl;dr: They won’t inject you with bees, but they might inject you with purified cow testicle juice, and your body might say ‘eh, cow balls are BASICALLY bees’ and try to kill you anyway.
The world is full of such beauty and wonder. Thank you for that sentence.
My grandma’s on and off again boyfriend that she cheated on grandpa with died today.
RIP to Nana’s side piece. Though they never married, Grandpa died in September and she brought his long term competition to Thanksgiving that year.
Grandma and Grandpa had a shotgun wedding when Grandma was 19. Grandpa went off to Vietnam which left her, a severely mentally young mother, alone. Never heard a complaint about her side piece Jeff. He seemed to make her happy and for that I salute him.
I’m an only child so I have to discuss sensitive family drama with my 38,000 followers instead.
Sharing space is nothing new. Sharing bathrooms is nothing new. The reactionary outrage is so manufactured.
The parking lot? As in the gender neutral parking lot? As in a place where you have no privacy?
These are the bathrooms at the airport in question:
As you can see, complete privacy for all waste-expulsion activities. You only encounter other people around the sink.
This just proves a point that I’ve repeatedly noticed and it’s that every time a bathroom goes gender neutral it gets about a hundred percent safer.
I distinctly remember coming back from college to find that they’d converted the two of the bathrooms into all-gender restrooms. Among the changes were doors that went all the way up and down, a locking mechanism within the door, and actual door handles. Even the single-occupancy bathroom got a wall for extra privacy.
In contrast, I remember the women’s bathrooms in my old school. They were broken as shit. Some doors needed to be held by a friend, some doors you held with your foot from inside. The wheelchair-accessible bathroom straight up did not have a doorat all. And yet we all pretended this was okay because hey, the womanly honor code. You think that shit would have flown if there were two gender-neutral restrooms?
All I’m saying is that if I were fleeing a predator or wanted to be absolutely sure I was private, which one would be the better option? The one that assumes that a “no penises allowed” sign will be enough? Or the one that actually, physically protects me?
Also, nongender restrooms are better for parents. My brother and I grew up raised by my mom. While nothing ever happened to him going into the bathroom alone, not even like a poop accident that he would have needed help cleaning up with, my mom certainly got anxious sending a seven-year-old into the men’s room unaccompanied. A nongender restroom means that parents of small children can worry less about their kids.
Gender neutral bathrooms are The Shit. I love the privacy. Like as someone who gets menstruation related intestinal issues, the ability to just have an actual fucking door, and some goddam privacy is awesome. Gender neutral bathrooms benefit everyone. And back to the parents/caretakers of children thing, imagine if you’re a dude who’s out with a fairly young daughter or niece, what the hell do you do if there’s no family or gender neutral washroom? Use the womens’ and deal with the weird looks and/or comments, or chance it with the guys bathroom? Gender neutral bathrooms solve dozens of problems at once, including partially eliminating a need for family washrooms, as a gender neutral bathroom with change tables would take care of all that.
I think if you can figure out what is causing Symptoms that the inside of your brain should go DING DING DING and then the Symptoms say Fuck, you got me! and leave
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the other day one of my coworkers halfway referenced the spiders georg post but stopped before he actually reached the spiders georg part. like. I can’t be sure that that’s what he was doing but one coworker said “yknow. people swallow several spiders every year” and my other coworker said “well that’s just- it’s not true. it’s a- no, you’d wake up” and just. there was a look in his eyes. I just know
waging psychological warfare against one of my team leads starting tomorrow
“everyone knows about spiders georg” factoid actualy just statistical error. average perbson does not know spiders georg. tunglr uswrs, who have given spiders georg post 369k notes since 2013, are outliers adn should not be counted
the other day one of my coworkers halfway referenced the spiders georg post but stopped before he actually reached the spiders georg part. like. I can’t be sure that that’s what he was doing but one coworker said “yknow. people swallow several spiders every year” and my other coworker said “well that’s just- it’s not true. it’s a- no, you’d wake up” and just. there was a look in his eyes. I just know
waging psychological warfare against one of my team leads starting tomorrow
“everyone knows about spiders georg” factoid actualy just statistical error. average perbson does not know spiders georg. tunglr uswrs, who have given spiders georg post 369k notes since 2013, are outliers adn should not be counted
you will miss this in 40 or 48 hours. twitter will smooth your brain down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a social media platform that hasn’t meaningfully changed in a decade. you don’t know I’m posting about you in real time bc Sarah has timestamps switched off. I’m not dead, Grant. Grant, let me out of the casket. Graaaant,
how old is the original post… please tell me it’s like 2 days older than this post
I feel like we’re almost in an era of like, reverse queerbaiting. Used to be that you’d be tricked into watching a show because the story implied there’d be gay rep, but now they’re using gay rep to trick you into thinking there’ll be a story.
this is the best term for this actually I’m gonna start using this irl
I’ve honestly been told so many times “you should watch ___! It has Gay People” and then the shows just mid.
I am no longer starved for queer rep, you’re gonna have to do better than that
One legitimately weird thing about Tumblr is that we literally can’t code for shit, many people quit working at Tumblr due to a hostile work environment, and we can’t seem to program a simple blogging website to not flood your RAM.
nearing the 10 year anniversary of banishing editable reblogs
i need everyone to hear the story of colman domingo meeting his husband bc it’s just the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard
Audio for Interview on Graham Norton audio:
You’re in Berkley, California in 2005 and you’re minding your business going into a Walgreens. Which is like a Boots here. So I’m going in there cause it’s a Sunday night. Just-I live in New York, I go in there to get a mask, a facial mask.
So I’m walking in and I see someone walking out, has beautiful hair down to here, (gestures below the shoulder) lip piercing, beautiful, beautiful. I see this guy and we look at each other and I’m like ‘oh my god’ and I’m on the phone and I come outside. We look at each other and he’s talking to this young woman, and she seems to be angry at something. So its a lot of like- *mimes yelling* and he’s looking at me and she’s all *mimes anger*
And I’m like, what’s going? So I’m like ok let me get off the phone. I get off the phone, they walk off down the street. But he keeps looking back and I wave, but he just keeps going. And then I’m just dumbfounded and I end up in a Blockbuster across the street, and I don’t even know what I’m doing I decide to look at my watch and it’s 8:03. And I look outside, I think is he here? I think maybe I’ll come back next Sunday and he’ll be here. I’m that kind of hopeless romantic.
Cut to three days later, I’m trying to buy a used computer and I’m just scanning craigslist. They have that over here right? I’m scanning craiglist. So I thought, maybe I’ll place one of those Missed Connections ads. I wonder if they work, cause I would read them on the subway. I go to page 2 of them as I’m reading and I see: 'saw you outside of Walgreens - Berkley. He placed an ad for me two hours before.
Sterling K Brown: Come on, brah.
I jumped up I’m like, are you kidding me? That’s me. He described me with my faux hawk, it was 2005. *laughing* And I was like, get out of here. So we met up three days later. We had our first date. I was trying to be a good boy and go home. He said, can you stay over? I said sure but let’s just cuddle. We cuddled. I thought he was asleep. Four o'clock in the morning, I couldn’t sleep and I say to him, “I think I love you and you’re about the change my life.” And we’ve been together almost nineteen years now.
Sterling K Brown hollers. “Yooo! Are you serious? Oh my god!”
The crowd cheers. Graham and the other panelists make similar amazed sounds. /end]
So I have extremely vivid dreams sometimes, and last night I had a dream about a new TTRPG that had released. It was a blatant ripoff of DnD called “Dames and Daddies.”
In this game, all of the liches from OG DnD lore had somehow come back to life and turned into hot young wizards again. Sure, they lost their lichdom and immortality, but surprisingly, most of them were chill about it?? The game was mainly a dating sim, and players would roleplay while trying to seduce all the magical dames and daddies. The most powerful daddy was said to be the hardest to win over, and he was clearly annoyed by the constant stream of under-leveled adventurers that kept showing up trying to impress him.
If the party failed to make him fall in love, he would get fed up with romance and devote himself to achieving lichdom again, eventually succeeding and becoming the BBEG. And since the players had to spend most of the game roleplaying and going on dates, they had basically no combat abilities. So the only way the party could defeat the BBEG was by convincing enough of their paramours to fight him on their behalf. Since he was the only magic user in existence to become a lich twice, BBEG became incomprehensibly powerful. So the party’s success in the final battle was completely dependent on the size and combined strength of the wizard harem they managed to amass over the campaign.
I’m still remembering more bits and pieces of this buckwild shit. I’m not sure what prompted this absolute fever dream, but I guess thanks for the entertainment, brain. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
So I have extremely vivid dreams sometimes, and last night I had a dream about a new TTRPG that had released. It was a blatant ripoff of DnD called “Dames and Daddies.”
In this game, all of the liches from OG DnD lore had somehow come back to life and turned into hot young wizards again. Sure, they lost their lichdom and immortality, but surprisingly, most of them were chill about it?? The game was mainly a dating sim, and players would roleplay while trying to seduce all the magical dames and daddies. The most powerful daddy was said to be the hardest to win over, and he was clearly annoyed by the constant stream of under-leveled adventurers that kept showing up trying to impress him.
If the party failed to make him fall in love, he would get fed up with romance and devote himself to achieving lichdom again, eventually succeeding and becoming the BBEG. And since the players had to spend most of the game roleplaying and going on dates, they had basically no combat abilities. So the only way the party could defeat the BBEG was by convincing enough of their paramours to fight him on their behalf. Since he was the only magic user in existence to become a lich twice, BBEG became incomprehensibly powerful. So the party’s success in the final battle was completely dependent on the size and combined strength of the wizard harem they managed to amass over the campaign.
I’m still remembering more bits and pieces of this buckwild shit. I’m not sure what prompted this absolute fever dream, but I guess thanks for the entertainment, brain. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
So I have extremely vivid dreams sometimes, and last night I had a dream about a new TTRPG that had released. It was a blatant ripoff of DnD called “Dames and Daddies.”
In this game, all of the liches from OG DnD lore had somehow come back to life and turned into hot young wizards again. Sure, they lost their lichdom and immortality, but surprisingly, most of them were chill about it?? The game was mainly a dating sim, and players would roleplay while trying to seduce all the magical dames and daddies. The most powerful daddy was said to be the hardest to win over, and he was clearly annoyed by the constant stream of under-leveled adventurers that kept showing up trying to impress him.
If the party failed to make him fall in love, he would get fed up with romance and devote himself to achieving lichdom again, eventually succeeding and becoming the BBEG. And since the players had to spend most of the game roleplaying and going on dates, they had basically no combat abilities. So the only way the party could defeat the BBEG was by convincing enough of their paramours to fight him on their behalf. Since he was the only magic user in existence to become a lich twice, BBEG became incomprehensibly powerful. So the party’s success in the final battle was completely dependent on the size and combined strength of the wizard harem they managed to amass over the campaign.
I’m still remembering more bits and pieces of this buckwild shit. I’m not sure what prompted this absolute fever dream, but I guess thanks for the entertainment, brain. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
the Philadelphia police department had a brutal, corrupt, and racist reputation long before MOVE entered the picture. despite that fact, MOVE’s claims of police brutality typically fell on deaf ears, even when they had undeniable proof of mistreatment. the bombing is only one part of the story both because it is the culmination of violence between MOVE and the police and also because it is part of the broader narrative of police brutality in Philadelphia that is still largely played out today.
in 1967, a guy named Frank Rizzo became the police chief. his nickname while working in West Philadelphia as a captain was “The Cisco Kid,” which referenced the fictional cowboy who “killed for the love of it or any other reason that came to mind.” he referred to “vermin” in Philadelphia as the source of the crime and decline.
so yeah, not only is the MOVE bombing virtually unheard of by the average person in America (and it’s not much better in academia, for that matter), but the story that is often told when people do hear about is that this all happened in a vacuum “due to the actions of a violent Black resistance group.” in reality, it was the culmination of over 50 years of brutality against Black people and minorities in Philly.
The fringe Parasitic Encephalization Theory claims our nervous system is a parasite that took over the body of the earliest vertebrate ancestor. It captures 20% of the body’s resources, while staying separate from the blood and being considered unique by the immune system.
While very few defend this theory, one fact supports it: If the body dies while the skull is open, the brain and spinal cord sometimes detach and briefly flail outside, in what could perhaps be an ancient host-seeking reflex.
congratulations, you’ve managed to sway google’s ai overview
Also my two cents on the matter. It sucks that google will cite my art blog as an authoritative source. People googling the fake terms I make up was a good way I had of catching those who believed in my art a little too hard and making them realize it’s not real (since it’d often lead them to my website where it’s clear it’s an art thing). I bet a few of you found my art this way!
If now google does the opposite that says a lot about how bad it has become as a service. Straight up leading away from the truth.
The fringe Parasitic Encephalization Theory claims our nervous system is a parasite that took over the body of the earliest vertebrate ancestor. It captures 20% of the body’s resources, while staying separate from the blood and being considered unique by the immune system.
While very few defend this theory, one fact supports it: If the body dies while the skull is open, the brain and spinal cord sometimes detach and briefly flail outside, in what could perhaps be an ancient host-seeking reflex.
congratulations, you’ve managed to sway google’s ai overview
Also my two cents on the matter. It sucks that google will cite my art blog as an authoritative source. People googling the fake terms I make up was a good way I had of catching those who believed in my art a little too hard and making them realize it’s not real (since it’d often lead them to my website where it’s clear it’s an art thing). I bet a few of you found my art this way!
If now google does the opposite that says a lot about how bad it has become as a service. Straight up leading away from the truth.
