This is the digital equivalent of walking through an open air market and having salespeople harass and follow you trying to sell something

X gon give it to ya

Keeps me up at night lol

All I know is that I would often wake up with a dry mouth and that I was definitely breathing through it all night.

I invested in my sleep this year. Bought a white noise machine, comfy percal cotton sheets, ear plugs, eye mask, mouth tape, try to go running consistently, implemented basic sleep hygiene stuff like no phone in the room, and… I still have trouble. I went on a 50km bike ride over the weekend and still had trouble. But… the reality is that it has gotten better on average after implementing all of this and fuck it, I’ll take it.

I drink a cup of coffee only once a day. It’s extra strong though. Maybe that has something to do with it. But I really love that one strong ass coffee in the morning.

One time I made pasta for myself and a friend (also roommate). The sauce a bit spicy, with herbs, simmered for a while. One of my favorites. We sat down to eat and he said “yum this is so delicious.” Then he got up, walked to the fridge, grabbed the ketchup, and squeezed it all over the pasta and sauce.

Don’t rat us out to the trisolarians

This whole thing reeks of “I came here, acted perfectly reasonably and logically, and everyone else, astoundingly, was illogical and mean to me. I’m so smugly innocent. I’m the victim. This makes no sense!”

Not one bit of self-reflection.

Is there an archetype or myth about this behavior? There must be. Some type of ironic “innocent” contrarian? The little brother who provokes then runs to mommy to tattle?

Is it weird I kind of like the tears?

When I was in the end of my PhD, everything except writing my thesis made me feel guilty. I ended up learning to find joy and peace in doing laundry and washing dishes. They became my guilt-free breaks — I had to do these things. FYI - I didn’t enjoy washing dishes before.

Washing dishes has become a really powerful part of my day, haha. Not only is it still a guilt-free break but it is a daily reminder to be mindful. I’ve noticed that whenever I drop and break a dish, my mind is not present. In fact, in those moments my mind might actually be drifting somewhere negative.

Maybe not so much a “hack” as a … lesson? Or something? But yeah, the whole cliche about having the right attitude and being present and mindful. I try to apply it in other parts of life, not just the dishes.

I feel like the below is one of the greatest lessons I have ever learned. Actually, I’m still fully learning it. Seems so simple but, to me at least, it’s been evasive.

Translated from Portuguese from the song “A Vida É Um Desafio” by Racionais MCs:

Tomorrow is an illusion
Because it doesn’t exist yet
The “today” is real
It’s the reality you can interfere with
The opportunities for change
Are in the present
Don’t wait for the future to change your life
Because the future will be a consequence of the present

Original:

O amanhã é ilusório
Porque ainda não existe
O hoje é real
É a realidade que você pode interferir
As oportunidades de mudança
'Tá no presente
Não espere o futuro mudar sua vida
Porque o futuro será a consequência do presente

The current paradigm assumes a uniform probability of mutation across all genes. But maybe there are mechanisms that say “keep this part of the genome under tighter control” and “make this other part of the genome more susceptible to mutation.”

That evolution is purely randomness + fitness landscape rather than that DNA guides the process at least somewhat. Don’t burn me alive guys

I once heard that dark matter is just the consequence of using approximations and then having equations not balance out further down the line. So we inject dark matter in there so that the math maths all right.

We’re like fingers who don’t know there’s a hand

This is a good answer. Bernardo Kastrup argues this; check out his very eloquently titled book Why Materialism is Baloney.

Top tips: consider cooperative living and take group classes for one of your hobbies

Like the Neil Peart of internet surfing!

Come to brasil where people are called champion, master, professor, doctor, or warrior.

Saying thanks to the cashier? “Thanks, doctor”

Edit: But Portuguese is gendered so I guess this doesn’t avoid the original problem… except in English it would

Hope for whatever, or for nothing… or something. Sometimes what we hope for is stupid or will have unexpected consequences that will harm us. So, want less and accept more — work with what you got. But you still gotta give a push sometimes.