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Just looked it up; cute passage:

Merlin and the Director were meanwhile talking in the Blue Room. The Director had put aside his robe and circlet and lay on his sofa. The Druid sat in a chair facing him, his legs uncrossed, his pale large hands motionless on his knees, looking to modern eyes like an old conventional carving of a king. He was still robed and beneath the robe, as Ransom knew, had surprisingly little clothing, for the warmth of the house was to him excessive and he found trousers uncomfortable. His loud demands for oil after his bath had involved some hurried shopping in the village which had finally produced, by Denniston's exertions, a tin of Brilliantine. Merlinus had used it freely so that his hair and beard glistened and the sweet sticky smell filled the room. That was why Mr. Bultitude had pawed so insistently at the door that he was finally admitted and now sat as near the magician as he could possibly get, his nostrils twitching. He had never smelled such an interesting man before.

"Sir," said Merlin, in answer to the question which the Director had just asked him, "I give you great thanks. I cannot, indeed, understand the way you live, and your house is strange to me. You give me a bath such as the Emperor himself might envy, but no one attends me to it: a bed softer than sleep itself, but when I rise from it I find I must put on my own clothes with my own hands as if I were a peasant. I lie in a room with windows of pure crystal so that you can see the sky as clearly when they are shut as when they are open, and there is not wind enough within the room to blow out an unguarded taper; but I lie in it alone, with no more honour than a prisoner in a dungeon. Your people eat dry and tasteless flesh, but it is off plates as smooth as ivory and as round as the sun. In all the house there is warmth and softness and silence that might put a man in mind of paradise terrestrial; but no hangings, no beautified pavements, no musicians, no perfumes, no high seats, not a gleam of gold, not a hawk, not a hound. You seem to me to live neither like a rich man nor a poor one: neither like a lord nor a hermit. Sir, I tell you these things because you have asked me. They are of no importance. Now that none hears us save the last of the seven bears of Logres, it is time that we should open counsels to each other."

Reminds me of this scene from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (published in 1859, but the scene takes place in 1780):

Monseigneur, one of the great lords in power at the Court, held his fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in Paris. Monseigneur was in his inner room, his sanctuary of sanctuaries, the Holiest of Holiests to the crowd of worshippers in the suite of rooms without. Monseigneur was about to take his chocolate. Monseigneur could swallow a great many things with ease, and was by some few sullen minds supposed to be rather rapidly swallowing France; but, his morning’s chocolate could not so much as get into the throat of Monseigneur, without the aid of four strong men besides the Cook.

Yes. It took four men, all four ablaze with gorgeous decoration, and the Chief of them unable to exist with fewer than two gold watches in his pocket, emulative of the noble and chaste fashion set by Monseigneur, to conduct the happy chocolate to Monseigneur’s lips. One lacquey carried the chocolate-pot into the sacred presence; a second, milled and frothed the chocolate with the little instrument he bore for that function; a third, presented the favoured napkin; a fourth (he of the two gold watches), poured the chocolate out. It was impossible for Monseigneur to dispense with one of these attendants on the chocolate and hold his high place under the admiring Heavens. Deep would have been the blot upon his escutcheon if his chocolate had been ignobly waited on by only three men; he must have died of two.

With that kind of money, you could afford to live fulltime in a nice 1950s hotel, certainly nicer than an Airbnb.

But if we are talking equivalency, yes, either a boarding house or a single room occupancy (e.g. Judy's apartment in Zootopia).

See "Schelling Fences on Slippery Slopes" by Scott Alexander.

That's because stealing sperm from a bank is ridiculously easy while inventing artificial wombs is ridiculously hard. They are just two completely different problems, and solving one versus the other doesn't tell you much about the respective genders.

As the Dreaded Jim points out, the impulse behind the seven kill stele and environmentalism is the same; you simply have to replace "earth" for "heaven":

Earth brings forth innumerable things to nurture man.
Man has nothing good with which to recompense Earth
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
10:10 no pressure.

In my experience, there is no such thing as promotions. The boomers in management remain there forever, and even the one time there was an opening they just gave one of the managers two hats to wear at once instead of promoting one of the grunts who had been with the company for years.

From "I Am A New Atheist, And I Repent" by Eneasz Brodski:

Over the past few years I watched a new religion born. A secular religion, which doesn’t have the dead-easy failure mode of requiring belief in a sky-fairy. But, since it was created in America, with strong Christian roots, it has all the trappings of Christianity.

  • Original sin
  • Essentialism
  • Repentance and confession
  • Manichean good/evil dichotomy
  • Focus on martyrdom and victimhood
  • Salvation dispensed by the church and needing constant reaffirmation

Even worse, since it is a new religion that is being seized as a lifeline by people who’ve been spiritually drowning for over a decade, it is full of fiery zealots. All conflicts are recast as spiritual struggles focused around the original sin. Like the puritans, they can harbor no dissent in their midst. Everyone must be equally zealous and on their side, or they are on the side of evil. Any price is worth paying to save a soul from evil.

When the scales fell from my eyes and I finally realized what had happened, I felt true crushing failure. Not because I had failed in my objective. Tradition religion is less relevant than ever. The New Atheists won. But in winning, having not realized how different others are, we left a massive religion-vacuum in society. We laid the groundwork for a new religion. One that had been purged of the greatest weaknesses of traditional religions, and with a dense underbrush of religion-starved kindling to tear into.

So, yes. New Atheism helped to create Wokeism. I repent of my ways, I was wrong. Religion is needed, and we should have focused on strengthening the least harmful religion(s) while tearing down the most harmful ones, rather than trying to eliminate them all. Forgive us, for we knew not what we did. :(

If the results are indistinguishable, would it truly matter?

If.

I have nothing against digital art, but it is decidedly distinct from traditional art.

My concern now is that between the women themselves who are wont to give up this optionality, the cohort of men who are wont to ever upset women, and the small cohort of men who are massively benefiting from the status quo (until it all crashes), there's no way to muster any political will to even adjust the current policy reality.

We've basically got some sub-majority portion of men, including the hardcore trads and the incel brigade, who would possibly be on board with any platform that includes "possibly telling women 'no, you can't have that.'" So as some on here have been saying, it seems like a "coup-complete" issue.

What I expect to happen at Current Rate No Singularity is that the first world never wakes up, we keep giving women more and more "rights" paid for by stealing from men (or at the very least refuse to repeal any such), the incels never revolt, TFR continues to sit in the toilet, the elites keep importing foreigners to make line go up, eventually patriarchal third worlders make up the majority of the population in formerly first world countries (if they aren't patriarchal, they won't reproduce, so immigration will continue until they are the only source) and that will be the end of feminism.

there are female protestant ministers blessing a wedding of polycules of 4 gays out there

Our ancestors were neither sadists nor fools. There was a reason they used to burn heretics at the stake.

I was somewhat amused that in that glowfic quoted in a different post on here because of course, naturellement, ICE are Le Ebil. Le big grand monstrous eeeeevuuuulll. Not a bunch of guys doing their jobs in a government department, nope, Big Evil. That is the attitude amongst the Bay Area Rationalist glowfic writers who are going to vote straight Democrat in the midterms, and that's the constituency this kind of video is appealing to: the military are being forced to follow illegal orders by the evil moustache-twirlers in power, and if they don't raise their consciousness enough to realise this is what is going on, well you and your views about the boots on the ground grunts have been proven to be justified.

From that I may be as bold in my beliefs:

The pay is good near Sunnydale - unreasonably good, she can make twenty paper dollars in a day - but the land is cursed. They had not planned to come here at all. "It's an evil place," she was told, "full of demons," and she nodded very seriously. She will fight demons, if it must be done, but she will almost certainly die of it, because demons are strong; it would be better to wait, and come back when she has the strength to fight demons and win.

But then a job fell through in Orange County and there were rumors of la migra - worse than demons, she takes it, though no one's explained them - on the coast, and they'll starve if they don't go anywhere, so it's Sunnydale.

But I'm surprised you got that far; last time you bounced off the exact same fic.

Side note, how do I embed links? I look like my father using emails here.

Comments here, like on Reddit, follow Markdown formatting.

I don't see where "rationality" even comes into the picture here. If we were modding people for being "irrational", we would have far fewer participants left.

Aren't we a rationalist forum? I've always thought so, at least; a part of the rationalist diaspora, if a few steps removed from LessWrong/Overcoming Bias.

most people here are not really interested in reading dick-fondling threads about what people will do to their enemies when the Boogooloo happens

The term is "boogaloo". It's a reference to the movie Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo, which became a meme title for sequels (the idea being that this conflict would be a sequel to the American Civil War).

Love to, but the gun control laws of New Jersey -- which were not passed by Jews, the most recent proponent is Irish Catholic -- won't allow me.

Have you considered... just leaving New Jersey? You clearly hate it there. Why not move to a state like Texas or Florida? That's the big advantage of living in a continent-sized country with strong (by international if not historical standards) federalism.

I am going to be a total bitch here and ask OP: are you sure there isn't a boyfriend in the city for the time she isn't with you? Friend with benefits, situationship, whatever the hell they want to call it, because this sounds (and again, we're only getting one side of the story) much too comfortable on her part for what is ten years of 'twice a month if we can make it' relationship.

This is a shiv Heartiste would be proud of.

Are you sure? The prior probability for a man who is confident of "his" kid's paternity to actually be a cuckold is 2%, and the eye thing must raise it by at least a few more percentage points. I'd check, if I were you.

Hell, I didn't even have any indication to doubt my lineage (my father and I look a lot alike), but one of the reasons I got a set of 23andMe kits for me and my parents is that I wanted to be certain (the other reason is that I wanted to know how white I was; it's a Hispanic thing). Turns out, he truly is my real dad; good to know.

Stephen Kotkin's "too early to tell" should be the first test for any broad assertions. Imagine The Motte in 1904, before the Battle of Tsushima, and the confident essays about how East Asians “just don’t have civilizational war in them.” Or The Motte in Tang-era China, self-secured about southerners who’d been ruled on and off for a millennium, then asks Vietnam about how permanent that looked.

Off-topic, but what does The Motte in 1904 actually look like (let alone Tang-era China)? A republic of letters made up of philosophes writing comments to each other across Europe? A group of renegade thinkers meeting in coffee house in Paris to discuss the culture war? A resistance movement distributing pamphlets with top-level posts at the university of Munich? Dissident intellectuals spreading self-published copies of blog posts all over Russia? Come on, give me ideas; it'd make for a pretty cool cameo in an alternate history novel.

If you are dumb enough, memorizing the combinatorial explosion of something is much easier than mastering the small number of concepts that give rise to it. It's why most adults know their times tables but cannot for the life of them perform the multiplication algorithm. Humans are inherently good at memorization; it's the reason kids can easily learn languages, or all 151 Pokemon.

But the problem with memorization without understanding is that, if you vary the problem even slightly, it comes crashing down. Ask those same adults what 13 x 14 is and they will be lost; that's not on the table.

Hold on, I think I've watched this anime...

It's cowritten by lintamande (Kelsey Piper), Swimmer963 (who wrote the specific line you quoted), and lantalótë (who plays the role of Alfirin). Most glowfics are collaborations between two or more authors who take turns posting their character's responses; it's basically a public roleplay log.

It is only the man whose intellect is clouded by his sexual instinct that could give that stunted, narrow-shouldered, broad-hipped, and short-legged race the name of the fair sex; for the entire beauty of the sex is based on this instinct. One would be more justified in calling them the unaesthetic sex than the beautiful.

I am reminded of AntiDem's advice to Nick Fuentes:

Since Nick Fuentes is young, he still can occasionally be blind to things like the sometimes-thin line between based and gay. So, to help:

Based: "Feminism has really hurt our women. It has turned them into what both God and nature never intended them to be, and it's making both them and us quietly miserable. I hope we can rescue them from it all soon - to heal their hearts and the relations between us, so we can be partners and helpmates again."

Gay: "Eew! Girls are icky! Get them away from me!"

On the other hand, goats have actual uses beyond 'Alice will give me useful stuff in exchange for this because Bob will give her useful stuff in exchange for it because Carol will give him useful stuff in exchange for it because Dave will give her useful stuff in exchange for it because....'; they'll clear out overgrown vegetation, fuel themselves in doing so, and are delicious!

The drawbacks outweigh the benefits. Goats are not fungible (no two goats are exactly alike), goats are not durable (they die after a decade or two), goats are cumbersome to move and transfer, etc. Money is simply a tool to make exchange easy; it is the goods and services of an economy that are valuable.

(I still don't get how people can be like 'USD is only valuable because people think it is, but gold has real value.'; they both derive their value from that same endless loop.)

Apart from being a Schelling point (gold has been used around the world for thousands of years while the fiat dollar has only been around since 1971, 54 years ago) the big difference is that you can't fuck with the supply of gold the way you can with USD. Gold exists in limited quantities and more gold can only be mined from the Earth with great effort (equivalent to crypto's proof of work).

To some people this is gold's great advantage, the only way to enforce a modicum of discipline on governments, and all economies since we departed from the gold standard are a house of cards. To other people, this is gold's great weakness, and you cannot have a modern economy without fiat currency. I don't have the economic chops to have a firm opinion one way or the other. But I do recommend Extra History's excellent "History of Paper Money" (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & 6).

Try The 4-Hour Workweek by Timothy Ferriss. You already did the hard part; you have enough money that you can afford retire and live in a low cost of living area indefinitely, and you are still young. The question now is, what do you fill the rest of your life with? Strongly advise against getting a career; even if it's something you are truly passionate about, nothing kills passion like the demands of a job.

From Chapter 4, System Reset:

What Do You Want? A Better Question, First of All

Most people will never know what they want. I don’t know what I want. If you ask me what I want to do in the next five months for language learning, on the other hand, I do know. It’s a matter of specificity. “What do you want?” is too imprecise to produce a meaningful and actionable answer. Forget about it.

“What are your goals?” is similarly fated for confusion and guesswork. To rephrase the question, we need to take a step back and look at the bigger picture.

Let’s assume we have 10 goals and we achieve them—what is the desired outcome that makes all the effort worthwhile? The most common response is what I also would have suggested five years ago: happiness. I no longer believe this is a good answer. Happiness can be bought with a bottle of wine and has become ambiguous through overuse. There is a more precise alternative that reflects what I believe the actual objective is.

Bear with me. What is the opposite of happiness? Sadness? No. Just as love and hate are two sides of the same coin, so are happiness and sadness. Crying out of happiness is a perfect illustration of this. The opposite of love is indifference, and the opposite of happiness is—here’s the clincher—boredom.

Excitement is the more practical synonym for happiness, and it is precisely what you should strive to chase. It is the cure-all. When people suggest you follow your “passion” or your “bliss,” I propose that they are, in fact, referring to the same singular concept: excitement.

This brings us full circle. The question you should be asking isn’t, “What do I want?” or “What are my goals?” but “What would excite me?”

She withdrew the money and closed her account, then deposited it in my account. It was only a few thousand dollars, anyway.