My Paternal Grandfather was really interested in detective, and true crime stories right before he died.
When he was 74, he ended up with cancer, and started to spend a lot of time in the hospital. While there, he asked everyone to bring him the true crime stories. He read those things like a voracious wolf.
Then, he got worse and passed on.
What I think this meant was that he was preoccupied with death, Heaven and the life “beyond”. I cannot say that I blame him. We all feel that way. But, I find it interesting that this is how he wished to spend his last moments; reading about gruesome deaths.
Don’t do that.
Lots of better things to do with your time.
Fiddler’s Green is giving away free paper-plane card models. These can be scaled up and used as plans for foamie RC planes:
Google search results for Fiddlers Green plans here or search for threads by Vyceroy, was the master of this style.
Currently it is a ME-109 and Corsair. It changes every few weeks.
So super cheap. And a fun waste of time. Not into planes, cars, ships? No problem. Try their house and town models…
Today…
What is the best case of “You just picked a fight with the wrong person” that you’ve witnessed?
My story is essentially a movie trope now. I was sitting in my local pub with my dad who was in a wheelchair, it was during the midweek (in Scotland), early evening, so it was pretty quiet, just a handful of middle aged guys, me and my dad. 4 young yob lads came in, if you’re in the UK you know the type, baseball caps, tracksuits, swaggering like Liam Gallacher, thinking they’re hard men.
They’d obviously had a few drinks before coming in, and after a few pints and us putting up with their shit tunes on the jukebox, they started getting a bit rambunctious, getting progressively louder and more aggressive as the evening turned to night.
One of the old guys, having gotten sick of their “doof doof” dance music crap got up and stuck a few quid in the jukebox, putting on some old 60’s 70’s rock music. One of the young team took offence to this, and got in his face, he started mouthing off at the old guy, who just stood there, impassive, and after a couple of minutes of this abuse the young team joined in, so one of the other regulars got up off his bar stool and stood behind the young team, and as if on some unseen signal, the old guy who was backed up against the jukebox just stuck the head right on the lad who was in his face, while his friend grabbed 2 of the young team and pulled them away, as the boy who’d been nutted reeled back, the old boy went for his friend, knocking him out with a left in the gut, and a hard right to the side of his head as he doubled over.
Meanwhile his friend had knocked one guy out with one punch, and when he turned his attention to the last guy, he blocked a punch and hit the boy so hard he flew over the pool table!
Turned out both of them were class fighters in their day, and some things you just don’t forget.
Morale of the story is, be respectful to people you don’t know, because you don’t know their history, and don’t know what they’ve done or been through.
Never saw those lads in the pub again, and they weren’t missed!
To Die for Beef Roast
This is one of the best roasts you will ever taste. Carrots, potatoes and celery can also be added, if desired.
Ingredients
- 1 beef roast (any kind)
- 1 envelope Hidden Valley Ranch salad dressing mix
- 1 envelope brown gravy mix
- 1 envelope Italian dressing mix
- 1/2 cup warm water
Instructions
- Place roast in slow cooker.
- Mix contents of all 3 envelopes and sprinkle over roast.
- Pour water into the bottom of the slow cooker.
- Cover and cook on LOW for 6 to 7 hours.
Robert Bigelow Tells Bob Lazar Stories
What would cause someone to walk out during a negotiation with a car salesman?
A simple negotiating strategy is “take it off the table”.
it works both ways: I am the car salesman, you are looking at a $45,000 car. We talk about it, test drive, you are looking at it, I hear and see buying signs. I want to test the waters. “John, look we are having a special sales “spif” this month and I really need to sell some cars. Let’s cut to chase here. (Looking over my shoulder to make sure no one else hears) I can sell you this car, today only, (scarcity) and knock off $10,000. $35,000 and you are out the door. What do you say?”
If the buyer balks, he’s not sure, looking at other deals. I say “okay, I get it. I’m going to withdraw the offer.” if the buyer is jumping in, then he was never a buyer.
I am a buyer… I find a car that I like, its a slightly used Lexus, $45,000 sticker. Salesman walks up, “Can I help you?” I say “Yes, I’m liking this GS 350 here. Do you have the mileage? “ he says “Let me get that for you. Want to drive it? I’ll get the keys.” He comes back and we test drive the car, rides like a dream, smooth, nice interior… I’m sold. We get out I make him stand in the hot sun, facing the sun. “How hard is that sticker price?” He says “we have a little wiggle room.” “Okay, my offer is $39,000, lets write up” I say. He says “not that much wiggle room.” I take my business card, write on the card… “Green GS 350, $39,000.” hand it to the sales guy. “Call me when this offer is good.” and leave…
Or better: I say “Okay my offer is $39,000.” He says “Oh, we don’t negotiate here, the price is the price.” I say “Yeah, I don’t either. Here is my offer. call me when its good.”
They will call “we have a blue Toyota / we have a white impala / we have a red tundra.”
Finally they will call, “the best we can do is $42,000.” I say “You are almost there.” click.
Is it safe to say that China is at least 30 years ahead of India?
Very safe! In fact, you can increase that number to 40 or 50 and it will still be true.
I lived in a Chinese village with a Chinese family for one month as part of a homestay program. I started my journey from Shanghai airport, and the entire stretch of road leading to the village was smooth, with no potholes, no litter, and not once did I see anyone driving their vehicle on the wrong side of the road, or see stray dogs and cattle hold up vehicles.
Every house in the village had an attached toilet, 24×7 electricity, and the houses all had modern appliances like washing machine, refrigerator, TV, Wi-Fi etc. And I had visited quite a few houses.
Every classroom in the village primary school had a TV which the teachers used to teach their students. The secondary school had Wi-Fi.
All the villagers wore helmets while riding their electric scooters. Every single one of them could read and write Mandarin, and none of them littered or spat or peed in the open.
The women all wore jeans, dresses, skirts etc. and no one judged them and shamed them for “aping the west”. What mattered was their ability, not what clothes they wore.
It was completely safe to wander around the village after dark. No one got harassed for their gender, nationality etc. None of the female participants in the homestay program ever mentioned that they felt uncomfortable, or were stared at by men for wearing shorts. None of us faced any racist taunts.
I’m not saying that China has no problems, but this Chinese village had better services than most Indian cities (we can still only dream of uninterrupted power supply, or 24×7 water, or pothole-free roads).
I cannot say with authority that all villages in China are like this, but I would wager that many of them are. The cities are of course in a different league. I stayed in the suburbs to the north of Shanghai for a few days, not a tourist area. The neighbourhoods were clean, with excellent roads, and footpaths were not cluttered by hawkers. People followed traffic rules. I went to a side street where there were stalls selling street food, and it was clean. No one littered, there was no garbage anywhere.
It’s not just their GDP or infrastructure. It’s their mentality too that has helped China zip ahead.
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Why does this YouTuber named “serpentza” go to such lengths to stigmatize China? Especially when so many tourists come to China?
There are many like him. China Uncensored, one Asian guy who speaks fluent English, one old aunty. All are on YouTube. I know these four because I have been following them for a long time. There’s also a news site called Bitter Winter.
All of them focus only on China. They never tell good things. They even exaggerate the tiniest bad thing about China. They don’t only talk about how bad the government is, but also how bad the Chinese people are. They go to such great lengths, making lies and twisting facts. They don’t care about their own credibility. The sole purpose of their existence is to spread hate on China.
Something is definitely wrong. Why are such news sites allowed to exist? Why do they have a wide following? From where do they collect all those information? Plus, they don’t look like solo artists but more like lowly funded news organizations.
Based solely on what they themselves are sharing, it’s right to call them US propaganda machine. Also, they stay shut about Palestine, but I once watched a China Uncensored video where he sided with the Israelis. Otherwise, it’s just wrong to talk bad about a whole country without ever showing an ounce of respect. It’s like their hobby is to slander China.
Does media like them exist for other countries? No matter which country you are from, if there were people like them always talking bad about your country and your people, how would you feel?
Edit: I checked YouTube and here are the ones I have mentioned and one more: China Observer, China Insider with David Zhang, China Insights. There’s one anti-China aunty that I have mentioned but I’m too lazy to search and I forgot her channel name.
At what stage in your life did you realize, “No, I can’t do this any more” and walk out? Why?
My step father came into my life when I was 8, and treated me and my siblings badly without a word of interference from my mother for the rest of my childhood. I left home at eighteen, and got together with the woman I’m married to at age 25. She had two children, a boy of three and a half and a girl of six months, so I got an entire family in one fell swoop. A year later we had been on holiday with the children, and dropped by my mother’s cabin on the way home. We were supposed to sleep there before driving the long way home.
My step father was drunk, and proceded to be nasty to our son. I got mad as a wasp, and informed him he was not allowed to talk to my children like that. There was a huge quarrel, he and I shouting, my mother claiming “He didn’t mean it”, the children crying, my wife watching it all with her mouth open, utterly appalled. It finally calmed down, but he kept mumbling nasty remarks through dinner, so we decided to leave. I also decided I would no longer spend time in his company. After that I have seen him at weddings and christenings, and that’s it.
I wish him well, but will not allow his poison to infect my life any more.
Pennsylvania Dutch Chili
Ingredients
- 1 pound ground beef
- 1 onion, chopped
- 1 pound homemade noodles or 1 (12 to 16 ounce) bag wide egg noodles
- 1 can baked beans
- 1 cup spaghetti sauce or less (or 1 small jar)
Instructions
- Brown ground beef and onion.
- Cook and drain egg noodles.
- Combine everything. You may need additional sauce if you have leftovers and warm them up later. Chili should be thick, not soupy.
- Serve with crusty bread.
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He was young, and a favorite actor of mine.
Can a time come when coaching institutes will be banned?
Absolutely
Coaching Institutes in India and the Coaching Culture is REGRESSIVE
It may produce rankers but it doesn’t produce Quality Engineers
It essentially gives false hopes to thousands of students who would otherwise face reality of their own abilities and get on with their lives productively
They must be REFORMED
Lets see come Chinese Reforms and whether or not they would be adapted to India :-
- Videos of Lectures by Tutors CANNOT be commercialized for an Annual Cost that exceeds 3200 RMB a year in TOTAL (Previously they charged as much as 11999 RMB a year per subject). Thats a 90% Price cut mandated by law
- No Coaching App can seek venture capital or funding for any Tier 1/2/3 rounds unless the said App matches the Coaching Fees charged by Individual Tutors for 150 Hours a year (3000 RMB a year to 4500 RMB a year instead of 30,000 RMB a year)
- Pictures of Ranking Students cannot be advertised by Coaching Institutions or the Institution will be fined and penalized criminally and Any Student who misrepresents his rank by taking money from a Coaching Institute will face a 3 Year Ban in entering any Institution in China
- Teachers who teach in Private or Public School are forbidden to take Coaching Classes exceeding 8 Hours a week and their maximum hourly rate is capped (I don’t know how much but it’s way lower than what it was)
Xi broke the entire Industry single handedly
No more teachers who could charge the world and ignore school for private coaching.
Everything was Capped and at very low rates that bankrupted half the coaching institutes
Advertising was entirely based on mouth to mouth endorsements and no billboards or photo publishing of students getting top rank based on cash incentives
Such Students who took money to claim they took their training from so & so coaching institute would face a 3 year ban from any course
This encourages Group discussion
Right from the Youngest Age – they have divided students into study groups and have Wechat groups to discuss Projects, Assignments and Group Work
Private Tutors are allowed on an Hourly and they teach you at some dollars per hour rate
Professors and Teachers VOLUNTEER at CLCs and Community Coaching Centres where students can learn for free
We need to bring in a similar model adaptable to India
First we need a rule that students who fail more than 2 Attempts at NEET or UPSC or CAT or JEE cannot be enrolled in Coaching Centres or if they are, their enrollment must be FREE
Second we need to CAP THE COACHING FEES for all these exams
Third we must deduct tax right from the Coaching Fees like a TDS and impose 35% that the Coaches must bear
Fourth, we must mandate a cap on Online Coaching Fees which must be no higher than 33% of the Offline Fees
Fifth, we must offer large tax subsidies to free coaching offered on YouTube and other channels
Sixth we must impose a ban on School Teachers working for Coaching Classes unless their Tuition fee is capped at a certain hourly rate and no longer than 8 Hours a week
Maybe some of this is practical and some of this isn’t
I don’t know
I am saying things at the top of my head
However I do know that
REFORMS ARE CRITICAL AND MUST BE DONE NOW
To really find out how – you need to study the entire scenario , talk to students and find out and then begin a series of reforms
Students are becoming Rankers rather than Quality Engineers or Administrators
That must be stopped at any cost
Have you ever sold used cars for a living?
Sorta kinda.. when my older daughter was born 40 years ago my wife went on maternity leave and I needed to replace her income.
I started raising money by selling two extra cars I owned. I ran classified ads in the newspaper and dealt with customers. It was fun. Then my friend was going to junk a decent car because he was too lazy to sell it. I gave him the $100 the junkyard would have paid. I sold it for $600 with little effort.
I was on a roll! I drove around town looking for cars for sale or just sitting unused. I’d inquire and buy them cheap if I could. I’d check the newspaper ads early every day. I’d do minor repairs, clean and polish them to make them more attractive. One car had an entire garbage pail of trash in it!
I got to the point where I had two cars for sale in my driveway at all times. Guys would watch and inquire about different cars. I even sold one to my neighbor.
I did this the entire year until the weather got cold approaching winter. I figured I’d quit while I was ahead and before the cops or DMV figured me out. I did sell a car to a cop though!
It served me well. I replaced my wife’s salary and then some!
Is Intel becoming more and more like the feeling Boeing brings to people?
In terms of losing its engineering chops and becoming an overfinancialized blue chip play?
Yes.
However, Boeing’s problem ia execution, whereas Intel’s business model is facing obsolescence.
Both are in danger of ebbing away in the uncertain future ahead, though Boeing’s decline will be back stopped by the government, given its role as a key arms contractor and America’s only builder of airliners.
Boeing is one or two crashes from a PR nightmare, especially if it happens on the Max.
Intel’s product mix appear unsuitable for an ai-heavy world, and arm is projected to make huge inroads to the windows ecosystem in the coming years.
Intel needs a radical rethink, because the chips act cannot save it from drowning when the market moves decisively against a product portfolio. This is made worse by the poisonous politics that has reshaped demand in East Asia.
I don’t envy Intel at all.
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Deng Xiaoping famously told British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher that ‘China could take Hong Kong in a day.’ How serious was this threat? And were the Chinese at all concerned about the UK invoking Article 5 of the NATO treaty?
“How serious was this threat?”
Let me put it this way: the People’s Liberation Army could have taken back Hong Kong during the Chinese Civil War, long before the founding of the People’s Republic of China, and long before Deng met Thatcher.
The 44th Army of the PLA chased the fleeing Kuomintang forces all the way to Shenzhen. Their troopers were at one point gathered at Hong Kong’s Lo Wu border. They were literally one river crossing away from the British colony. Hong Kong only had a few thousand colonial troops stationed at the time. The battle-hardened 44th could have easily taken the city in about a day with a single well-timed bayonet charge. Two days at the most.
Sir Alexander Grantham, who was the governor of Hong Kong at the time, recalled that the PLA didn’t even need to attack. All they had to do was cut off food and water supplies to the colony, and the British would have to surrender in less than a month.
But neither of these scenarios ever happened. Chairman Mao ordered the army to stop the attack and turn back, stating that he had “other plans for Hong Kong”. Premier Zhou Enlai himself personally oversaw the situation with Hong Kong, and made sure that nothing went amiss with its supply of food and water.
History vindicated Mao’s decision to not take back Hong Kong immediately. He had the vision and the sense to play the game of geopolitics.
- Mao knew that China was poor and underdeveloped, and was soon to be sanctioned by the United States and the rest of the imperialist west for being a communist nation. A gateway to the west was desperately needed.
- The British Empire, likewise, also needed Hong Kong to serve as its gateway to the east. By letting the British keep Hong Kong for just a little while longer, Mao prevented China from being isolated by an anti-China alliance of western powers completely, which was what would have happened if the British had been beaten and sent home crying to Uncle Sam.In 1950, the UK became one of the first capitalist countries to formally recognise the PRC.
- Mao was worried about the overwhelming influence and control the Soviet Union had over the Chinese Communist Party. He did not want a communist China to be freed from Fascist Japan and the Imperialist West, only to answer to a red Russia. Having Hong Kong as a gateway to the west, meant that China would not have to depend entirely on the Soviet Union.History proved him right, as evident in the Sino-Soviet split in the 1950s, and the fall of North Korea in the 1990s.
- Just because Mao let the British lord over the people of Hong Kong for a while longer, doesn’t mean he had forgotten about the welfare of its predominantly Chinese populace. The city’s status as a gateway between east and west was the sole reason its economy flourished in the 20th century.Hong Kong’s success was never a “miracle” or the result of British rule, but a by-product of the times, geopolitics, and external factors greater than the city itself – a lesson most people in Hong Kong, both young and old, have forgotten
Article 5 of NATO would not have been China’s main concern, because the article could only be invoked in case of an attack on a NATO member’s own soil (i.e. Europe or North America). In fact, the first time it was ever invoked was after the events of 9/11.
In any case, China did play a major part in the Korean War, fighting the coalition forces of the United Nations to a standstill, so I doubt the formation of NATO would have changed the course of history too much – and that’s assuming NATO was willing at all to waste money and lives defending the British Empire’s interests. There’s a reason why Article 5 was never invoked during the Falklands War.
The fact remains that the PRC never planned to take back Hong Kong by force in the first place. They had no illusions that the sun would never set on the British Empire. They knew Hong Kong would become Chinese again eventually.
Addendum:
Chiang Kai-shek actually wanted to take back Hong Kong from the British after the Second World War. He rightfully saw the the Treaty of Nanking as humiliating to the Chinese people, and negotiated with the UK and the US to have the treaty abolished in 1942. The British Empire rejected the proposal, Chiang refused to relent, and so the matter was dropped from the agenda.
However, another agreement was formed that whoever entered Chinese territory previously under Japanese occupation first, would get to keep it for themselves.
When Japan surrendered in 1945, both the British and the Kuomintang scrambled to send forces to Hong Kong. KMT soldiers were apparently the first to enter Hong Kong’s New Territories, which was disputed by the UK.
The UK referred the matter to the US. President Truman wanted to ally with the UK against the Soviet Union, so he betrayed Chiang by declaring Hong Kong was never part of the deal. The KMT had to withdraw their forces, and Hong Kong soon became a British colony once again. So close, and yet so far.
This is actually a snapshot into what China was like under the Kuomintang government. Yes they were founded on great ideas by great men, but they were also de facto puppets of the Imperialist West, and therefore unable to give the Chinese people the rights, liberty, dignity and respect they deserved.
Hong Kong would very likely still be British today, had the communists lost the civil war.
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Blue Moon
Submitted into Contest #24 in response to: Write a story set in the dark recesses of space where the two main characters are often at odds with each other in humorous and comedic ways.… view prompt
John K Adams
“What’s that, Honey Pie?”
“Some new material. You have told a variation of that joke at least once daily for the last year.”
“Except, mining for cheese is serious business.”
“Please stop.”
Dril smiled at Myr. “You want me to cook dinner tonight?”
Myr sighed again. “Is it dinner time? I know what the clock says, but it doesn’t feel like dinner time. The sun is still out.”
“You know how this works, Myr.”
“Of course I do. I get it intellectually. But a month of sunshine followed by a month of darkness?”
“Actually, it’s more like two weeks.”
“Really? Who came up with that schedule?”
“Uhm… God?”
“I need a break, Dril.”
“What do you say we take a week and go to the Sea of Tranquility? Or to the mountains?”
Myr put her hands up to her ears and shook her head. “No. No. No. No. No.”
Dril passed on this opportunity to, once again, make a joke about American cheese and the flag left behind by the first men to land here.
“Let’s dance.” Dril moved toward Myr with a rhythmic step. He started singing. “Blue Moon… You saw me standing alone…”
Myr shrugged off his embrace. “Don’t you dare start about Kate Smith.”
Dril put his hands up, in frustration and surrender. “I’m trying to make the best of a…”
“Cabin fever. Isn’t that what you call it?”
“On the moon, it is called ‘existential angst’.”
“Thank you, Dr. Freud.”
Dril touched Myr’s elbow. “Come on, Babe. We never look at the earthrise anymore.” He waved his hand and the shaded, domed window automatically brightened. The colorless moonscape spread before them with Earth’s blue orb peeking from behind the distant mountains.
“Stark.”
Dril shook his head. “Look at the Earth, Babe. We’ll be going home before you know it. Think how much you’ll appreciate being back.”
“Are we there yet?”
“You’ve heard that you can’t go home again?”
“Watch me.”
Dril stood back. The moment had passed. “I’m going to go out and check the sensors.” He pointed to the counter stacked with various tools and gizmos. “Would you hand me the razzafraz?”
Myr looked at the disorderly mess Dril called his workbench. She picked up the tool on top of the others. “You mean this?”
“No. That’s the franaham… Next to the thingamajig.” Myr picked up another tool at random and held it up. “Thank you.” He took the tool from her and moved toward the airlock.
“Will you be long?”
“No. You know, routine maintenance. Never can say when some asteroid will wreak havoc on our survival systems.”
“I hate when that happens.”
Dril chuckled and ducked through the bulkhead door. He stepped into his suit, secured the safety devices and donned his helmet. Taking his time, he checked the vid-feed and sound system, a routine as ingrained and natural as brushing his teeth before bed. All systems were a ‘go’.
Not that Myr would be monitoring his progress. Lately, her heart wasn’t in it.
He checked the seals on the interior door and activated the exterior door. The small room filled with steam for a moment as the air froze and then escaped into the void.
Dril scanned the bright horizon. It still quickened him to take in this alien moonscape. It never changed. But he did. Each day, his perception of this perpetually static scene seemed fresh by what he brought to it. The frozen nature of it grounded him somehow.
And of course, he thought of what ‘phase’ they were in. He could never shake the earth-centric perspective. But now, Dril would also note Earth’s phase.
After watching Earth’s rise above the horizon, Dril checked the various monitors distributed around their home base and the outer shell of their home. With few variations, all seemed in order.
He chuckled at his own joke. “The barometer seems stuck. Weird, no air pressure at all.”
When on the frontier of space like this, Dril always celebrated an ordinary day.
Seeing the giant ‘S. O. S’ scrawled in the dust by Myr, always made him smile. That happened after their first few weeks on base.
Dril remembered watching her shuffling around in an aimless manner on the landing pad near their base camp. Or so he thought.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Sending a message to anyone who might be paying attention,” she answered.
Then he recognized the letters, wide as Stonehenge. Gigantic letters to be read by someone, anyone above them in the sky.
They read, “S. O. S.” Sans serif.
He knew she meant it. Keeping her morale up kept him busy. That was his hardest job.
~
Myr watched the airlock door shut. Though a daily occurrence, seeing Dril go out distressed her. What if something happened to him?
Of course, she knew all the routines and procedures. But to be alone out here on this rock… She shuddered at the thought. At first, it seemed a romantic adventure. Like being on a desert island together. Dril called it their ‘dessert island’. She never imagined how desolate the whole thing would be.
Myr entered the conservatory. She spent most of her time there. The humidity, greenery, and oxygen-rich air kept her sane. She loved caring for the plants more than anything. They were her life.
She liked the sunshine streaming into the greenhouse. The windows filtered the harsh light to a level the plants could tolerate. And she had artificial light to accommodate the long lunar nights.
Though primarily their source of fresh food, Myr lobbied for authorization to also bring decorative and flowering plants to their outpost. She prevailed by arguing an environment lacking in beauty would be better tended by a robot. Myr insisted ‘practical’ was broader in scope than ‘edible.’ A garden could include a feast for the eye as well as her belly and wouldn’t unduly tax their limited resources.
Myr had maintained even a guinea pig deserves a home and not merely a box filled with hay. Someone agreed and Myr received permission to transport seeds of her choosing, within strict guidelines.
Now she had a garden, her little paradise. But without apples or snakes. She cared for it with a passion.
The apparently spontaneous generation of certain insects and pests amazed Myr. They required constant monitoring, lest they damage the food crops. Myr understood they must have stowed away on the seeds or the soil. They were unwitting aliens on this unwelcoming stone.
Curiously, there were also spiders, who allied with her to maintain a balance within the garden. Life begets life.
She gathered a variety of tomatoes and other ripe vegetables for their dinner.
Indicator lights and a signature chirp told Myr that Dril was back. She felt calmer now and went out to greet him.
Dril already stood in the living zone when Myr entered from the kitchen. He smiled at her and they embraced. However brief his sojourns outside, Dril’s homecoming always caused her joy.
Dril asked her, “Tell me, how do you know when the moon is full?”
“You never think it is full.”
“No. Work with me.”
“Oh, a joke. Uhm… it’s always half empty?”
“No. It says, ‘hold the cheese’.”
Myr did not react. The new joke felt very old.
“How about this…? What flavor is a ‘blue moon’?”
“Dril, I was feeling better…”
“Roquefort!”
“Please?”
“Alright… One of these days I’ll make you laugh.”
Myr shook her head. “When that happens, you’ll know I’ve become a bonafide lunatic.”
They looked at each other for a moment and burst into laughter. They embraced and kissed warmly.
Dril looked into Myr’s eyes. “How do you do that? You always make me laugh.”
“My little secret, love. Let’s eat.”
They walked hand in hand into the kitchen.
Here’s some of MM’s latest artwork generations
The theme is closeness and intimacy, but those are flagged on the free subscription, so I performed some creative work-arounds.
Of course, figurative nudes, and tradition are in my interest set.
What is the worst violation of firearms safety you’ve ever witnessed?
I’m sure I’ve told this story before…
Quite a number of years ago I was out shooting at a public range when a family showed up. Mom and dad, two kids, and even grandma.
They pile out of a pickup truck… and, well, to complete the visual here, they looked straight out of central casting as a Mariachi band. Now, I’m like “you do your thing, I’ll do mine”, but to say that this group was attention getting understates it by several orders of magnitude.
Dad had some cowboy guns, a revolver and a lever action rifle. They also had a grand total of one set of hearing protection between all of them. No eyepro is present.
They proceed to set up their “targets”, which are just a bunch of milk cartons filled with dirt…. Whatever, it’s a public range and people shoot all sorts of random shit. The boy takes a couple of them downrange, sets them down, and steps about three paces to the side.
Dad starts blasting. Yes, kid is still downrange as fuck.
I immediately decide that I don’t want to have to deal with the paperwork when one of these idiots shoots someone, and start packing up. But I’m doing it slow, because I’m keeping one eye on these guys, and keeping my very loaded rifle slung and ready because I’m also somewhat concerned that I’m going to have to shoot one of these idiots myself if the stupidity level goes up another notch, and I want it to be very obvious that if they point a gun at me they are pointing a gun at a man with a clearly loaded AR.
After they blast some rounds in the dirt, the kid eventually comes back behind the line, and the kids pull out the revolver to take turns shooting.
The boy walks up to the line with the revolver and the girl sits on the bench next to him, looks right at him, and I see the next few moments in slow motion. The boy pulls the trigger and the girl gets an absolute face full of cylinder gap, and screams.
I chose that moment to exit, stage left, but that whole scene is burned into my brain, as assuradly as hot gas was burned into that poor girls eyes.
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Cabbage Rolls
Ingredients
- 12 large leaves cabbage
- 1 cup cooked white rice
- 1 egg, beaten
- 1/4 cup milk
- 1/4 cup minced onion
- 1 pound extra-lean ground beef
- 1 1/4 teaspoons salt
- 1 1/4 teaspoons ground black pepper
- 1 (8 ounce) can tomato sauce
- 1 tablespoon brown sugar
- 1 tablespoon lemon juice
- 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
Instructions
- Bring a large pot of water to a boil. Boil cabbage leaves 2 minutes, just until pliable; drain.
- In large bowl, combine rice, egg, milk, onion, ground beef, salt and pepper.
- Place about 1/4 cup of meat mixture in center of each cabbage leaf, and roll up, tucking in ends. Place rolls in slow cooker, seam side down.
- In a small bowl, mix together tomato sauce, brown sugar, lemon juice and Worcestershire sauce. Pour over cabbage rolls.
- Cover, and cook on LOW for 8 to 9 hours.
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Why did the Prime Minister of Bengal quit her post and fled the country?
She has no choice but to fly away; the country has already fallen into a downward spiral.
On the surface, the recent unrest in Bangladesh appears to be due to civil service positions being skewed in favor of military families, but this is just a trigger. Even if there were zero reserved positions for military families, there would still be hundreds of thousands of university graduates competing for very few positions.
The essence of the problem is economic decline and public dissatisfaction.
Bangladesh is in deep trouble.
Firstly, there is a population explosion. With such a small land area, it has 170M people. China has a large population, but Bangladesh’s population density is nearly ten times that of China! Russia’s land area is 116 times that of Bangladesh, yet its population is 30 million less.
The total population of these red areas on Earth, compressed into a very small point, is Bangladesh.
With such a large population, the vast majority are engaged in agriculture, which has very low added value.
Bangladesh is the second most disaster-prone country in the world (the first is the Philippines).
Previously, population growth was slow, relying entirely on the harsh adjustment of natural disasters.
During the last major famine, 10 million out of a population of 40 million in Bangladesh died of starvation.
After entering the modern era, pesticides, high-yield seeds, fertilizers, and vaccines have caused a sharp increase in the agricultural population.
Unlike China, which has implemented family planning policies, a democratically elected government in Bangladesh cannot do the same. As a result, the population continues to grow while land area remains fixed, and frequent natural disasters make it difficult to develop a secondary industry on a large scale.
The world’s largest and most dangerous ship-breaking yard is in Bangladesh, but it can only accommodate 200,000 workers, and the value added to production is extremely low.
The country’s pillar industry, the textile industry, has little technological content and faces extremely fierce international competition.
In fact, it is at the bottom of the international division of labor.
Another mistake is the excessive emphasis on higher education. At this stage, the country should focus more on basic education rather than higher education.
After receiving higher education, many young people are unwilling to settle for low-income jobs.
What’s worse is that the country has invested significant resources in cultivating a highly educated population, but most of them are liberal arts graduates.
In China, for example, when I was taking the college entrance exam, the ratio of STEM students to liberal arts students was about 8:1 to 9:1.
There was even some discrimination against liberal arts students at that time; those who failed to compete in STEM fields were the ones considering studying liberal arts.
Even today, the ratio of STEM students to liberal arts students in China is still about 1:1, and STEM students generally have better job prospects and salaries compared to liberal arts students.
(To this day, on the Chinese Internet, the phrase “Are you a liberal arts student?” is still clearly mocking and contemptuous.)
(I believe Vietnam should also learn from this. Today, in Vietnam, the ratio of STEM majors to liberal arts majors is about 1:2, which is far too high for liberal arts students.)
With so many liberal arts graduates, who have broad perspectives, they are naturally unwilling to engage in hard work after graduation, leading to unrest.
Democratic governments and parliamentary politics are not very suitable for late-developing countries.
If Bangladesh cannot make the most of the remaining value of manual labor before AI and automation technologies become dominant, and cannot push for more industrialization, the future of Bangladesh will be very concerning.