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Cake day: June 13th, 2023

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  • I understand why you feel that way, and I’m certainly not trying to persuade you that you should feel optimistic about the world. It sounds like giving up hoping might be a thing that helps you to cope with the awfulness of the world — it’s reasonable to want to shield oneself from inevitable disappointment.

    I think that at the core of my own resolve to keep resisting terrible things is my sadness at how it’s not helpful to try to persuade people like you that things are worth fighting for. I think that, at my core, I agree with you. We’re both so jaded by what we’ve seen that it’s hard to imagine anything better. To some extent though, I don’t need to — my own coping mechanism is to hold onto the abstract hope of future people being able to effect change (and to think in terms of how I can best set the groundwork for them). Effectively, I am setting aside the question of whether people are worth the effect now, and imagining a future where people are worth the effort.

    I recognise that it’s irrational, but it helps me to get by — in terms of my own life, I’ve found it’s a mindset that helps me to grow in a way that I like, so it’s a useful guiding principle if nothing else. I emphasise again though, I’m not trying to persuade you of anything. There is so much awfulness in the world that I’m just glad that you’ve been able to continue existing, even if you feel hopeless about things.




  • Something I laugh at myself for is that before I realised I was actually bisexual, I did consider myself to be faking it. I was a teenager who had heavily internalised the male gaze, and set too much of my self worth according to the attention I got from the opposite sex (which was not very much — I was an undiagnosed autistic with bad anxiety). I was aware of the trope (mostly in media) of (usually implicitly straight) women making out with other women to be titillating to men. I concluded that this is totally something that I would do, when I got to university.

    I later heard about how problematic this trope is, and felt really guilty because even though I hadn’t participated in it actively, I felt like I was contributing to the ambient societal biphobia. I later learned that many straight women would not enjoy making out with another woman, even if it was to get male attention. In hindsight, I think perhaps that it was in fact, me who was titillated by the idea of me making out with another woman (but it took me a while of digging through internalised biases to realise this)







  • You should almost certainly go to a tailor. It makes a world of difference if “professional” is your goal. It can be tricky to find a good one, but when you do, it’s incredible. It can be surprisingly cheap too (although building a wardrobe that has high quality piece that are worth tailoring can be quite expensive. This is best done gradually)

    I think that this is especially true if you’re on the larger side, because a greater amount of body mass means that qualitative differences in where we store that mass will be more apparent.

    Something I liked about going to a tailor is I could show them clothes that I liked versus ones I didn’t (or explain what had been bothering me about certain clothes). They were able to suggest alternatives.




  • I don’t know too much about this area, but I do know that this kind of task involves a bunch of complex processing in the brain. The more “Mechanical” aspects of vision could be described as visual acuity (sharpness of vision). However, gauging whether something is wonky would be a visual discrimination task, which involves more work by the brain. It’s an area in which one’s skill can be improved through learning, and some occupations have a lower discrimination threshold (I e. They can detect smaller differences).








  • Apparently the average radius of the Earth at its equator is 6,378,000m. This means that in a day, someone sitting on a couch at the equator would travel (2 * \pi * 6378,000)m, which equals 40053840m. There are around 86,400 seconds in a day, so the equatorial couch sitter travels at 464m/s (rounded to 3s.f). That’s 1040mph.

    I think the average walking speed is 3pmh. Amusingly, the mph figure I calculated above is 1037 if rounded to 4s.f. rather than 3, so the speed difference between the walker and a couch sitter is literally a rounding error.

    The conclusion here is something that everyone here already knew before I wrote this comment: it’s hard to make any sense of individual human health progress if we try to think of it on a planetary scale.