Cities at Night was launched by some Spanish astrophysicists who started following an astronaut’s Twitter account. “For us his nighttime pictures were like fire for a firefighter—it’s pretty, but you must control it,” says Alejandro Sanchez from Complutense University of Madrid. “We want to make the nighttime images useful for citizens, journalists, and scientists. And make this beauty accessible—but also make people think about if all this waste of energy is really needed.”
i feel like there needs to be a word for accidentally wasting spoons. like if you start a task that shouldn’t be that bad but it turns into a huge energy waster.
like you decide to walk somewhere instead of taking public transportation, and there’s a sudden street closing that makes you have to walk way out of your way.
a mis-spoon? a spooncident?
an accidental spooning? no, that sounds wrong.
I used to work with a network engineer who liked to call any project that was more complicated than it needed to be a “boondoggle”.
I therefore propose the word “spoondoggle”. As in, “I thought it’d be easy, but it turned into quite a spoondoggle.”
Goddam Neville Longbottom feels making me weepy. And it’s only the first movie. More courage to stand up to your friends, indeed.
Very truthful Tuesday
I’m not personally afraid of death. I’ve been in enough pain and/or felt beyond exhausted often enough over the past few years that knowing it will all end someday is actually a relief.
I’ve lost people I love, of course. At 45 years old, who hasn’t? I don’t feel sorry for those who died, so much as grieve for those of us who must carry on without their light in our lives. We can remember them, of course, but it’s not the same as being able to make new memories with them.
And I know, for those who love me, it would be the same. That’s what keeps me going. Sometimes, it’s the only thing. My son is first and foremost in that regard. But recently I’ve had some wonderful reminders that i have friends in this world who genuinely enjoy my sense of humor and personality and are glad to have me around.
So, I endure the bad days. The bad weeks. The bad month after month, sometimes. Sometimes it’s so long that I forget… When someone really, really loves you, it’s all worth it.
Possible cosplay in my future
My son and I started watching the first Harry Potter movie tonight. We didn’t finish because it was time for bed. When we went to brush our teeth, I looked in the bathroom mirror and realized I am well on my way to a Hagrid beard.
This is extremely Tumblr worthy.
Always reblog “Everyone ever except Michael Collins”
Brigadier General in the United States Air Force, Command Module Pilot and designer of the patch for Apollo 11, and most isolated human in history for parts of said mission.
Respect, General Collins.
Mightier than Estë is Nienna, sister of the Fëanturi; she dwells alone. She is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. […] But she does not weep for herself; and those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope. … for she brings strength to the spirit and turns sorrow to wisdom.
- The Silmarillion: Valaquenta
I imagined Nienna as somewhat pale and ghostlike (even in human form). Grief and sadness are more “heavy” than “light” but Nienna also embodies pity and hope (and sympathy?), and offers a form of respite different form that of Estë’s.
There is something chilling and totalitarian about this insistence that cops have the right to do as they wish without what amounts to public oversight. What is it they fear? After all, the officer who is being videotaped can protect himself by doing one simple thing: his job.
You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch - it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone. It doesn’t care if you had a 40 year anniversary if there is no juice in the connection. What the heart cares about is resonance. Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that calls it home. And when it finds it, the transformation begins…
Ugh that post has gotten me thinking about fat acceptance in a way I haven’t in years. I’ve read more studies about weight and health than probably any other topic I’ve ever researched. And every time I see someone wail about health I am just like
Did you know that in post-mortem examinations there is zero correlation between weight and levels of arteriosclerosis and related diseases found?
Did you know that people with an overweight BMI have the longest life expectancy, that those with an “ideal” and an “obese” have about the same life expectancy, and that being “underweight” raises mortality rates more than being “morbidly obese”?
Did you know that losing weight and then gaining it back is worse for your heart than remaining at the weight you started consistently?
Did you know that 95% of people who lose weight do gain it back, and there has never been a single documented weight loss program that has been demonstrated to keep the weight off for five years or more in the majority or even a significant minority of people? Like, telling people to lose weight isn’t much use if we don’t know HOW to make that happen.
Like I have read The Obesity Myth by Paul Campos and Rethinking Thin by Gina Kolata and Big Fat Lies by Glenn A Gaesser (Ph.D!) And Fat!So? and several other books that I don’t own and so don’t remember all of their names I spent like four years reading every single study coming out and looking at the methodology and noting which ones had huge holes or terrible methods and which didn’t (the holes were almost always in the pro-weight-loss studies) and like
Big Fat Lies has 27 pages of bibliography. 27 pages worth of scientific citation. The book content itself is only 197 pages. That’s a page of references for every 7 pages of book. Reading the book is just reference after reference and study after study. Most of these doctors (like Linda Bacon, author of Health at Every Size) started out the same way. They wanted to use the scientific method to find a real weight loss program or health solution that worked and could be proven to work, and so studied everything they could about weight and fitness only to find out that we didn’t need weight loss in the first place. That all the studies calling for it were lacking or nonexistent. That weight and underlying metabolic health have very little relation. That the history of our relationship with health and obesity has little basis in fact and a LOT of basis in capitalism, politics, and fashion. No, really, the association between weight and health was first proposed by insurance companies looking for ways to charge people more by claiming risk. They also charged tall and short people more. And people with different skin colors. When they got in trouble for charging people for things they had no control over and had no bearing on their health, they set out to prove that weight was controllable and that fat was unhealthy to make money.
These are also a lot of the same people who went on to invent the President’s fitness program, so if you went to public school you probably already hate them.
Anyway, if you want a place to start reading about the issue, this article is a pretty good launching pad.
Do you think it’s a question of how much you balance that drive to achieve with being present and enjoying the moment?
You know, it’s funny because I frequently get emails from young people starting out and asking, “How do I make a successful website or start my own thing?” And, very often, it’s tied to some measure of success that’s audience-based or reach-based. “How do you build up to seven million readers a month or two million Facebook fans?” But the work is not how to get that size of an audience or those numbers. That’s just the byproduct of what Lewis Hyde calls “creative labor,” which is really our inner drive. The real work is how not to hang your self-worth, your sense of success and merits, the fullness of your heart, and the stability of your soul on those numbers—on that constant positive reinforcement and external validation. That’s the only real work, and the irony is that the more “successful” you get, by either by your own standards or external standards, the harder it is to decouple all of those inner values from your work. I think we often confuse the doing for the being.
Over on 99U, I shared some thoughts on how to live with presence in the age of productivity.
Wasted are the days
where the skin beneath our clothes
doesn’t get to touch.