Here’s some fascinating linguistic analysis, about the diversity of terms tied to the depth of experience. One might even say it’s common sense, but now we have a quantitative proof.
In a sweeping new computational analysis of world languages, researchers not only confirmed the emphasis on snow in the Inuit language Inuktitut but also uncovered many similar patterns: what snow is to the Inuit, lava is to Samoans and oatmeal to Scots. The results were published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences USA in April.
i got asked to send a new bio somewhere, so i quipped up something quick:
three decades spent wondering is it rain falling on a window... pain, am i crying in quiet contemplation of the gates of vulnerability, or rather watching patterns emerge like unix shells crawling on a silicon beach under stormy clouds. i navigate the bicycle of balance between privacy and transparency, confidentiality and integrity, where ethical questions linger like a coal fog over the polluted thames. whispers preferred to shouts, in subtle architecture of security unseen yet ever-present. in a digital twilight i search for fragments of wisdom to reassemble into frameworks that protect what remains sacred in our increasingly integrous-depleted world.-- flyingpenguin
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Sometimes when I report on the absolute dumpster fire of Tesla product management, which produces dumber and dumber products of feeble engineering, I like to think back to when I was just a young boy growing up on the rough and rugged no-compromise Kansas prairie…
A jeep demonstration by the soldiers of the 92nd Mechanized Reconnaissance Squadron in 1942 at Fort Riley, Kansas. Photo: Farm Security Administration – Office of War Information photograph collection, Library of Congress
Back then, when we were asked to handle a “Death Ride,” we were dealing with genuine survival situations, not fantastical white-glove racist colonization scenarios. Kansas dirt trails meant rescue teams weren’t coming—sticky clay mud, mixed with locust thorns punctured tires to halt any rushed attempts.
I’d rather ride a bicycle 12 hours on gravel with flat tires than have to watch yet another damn Cybertruck Swasticar fail at being a truck
We faced real-world engineering meeting honest environmental challenges, something that seems increasingly absent in Tesla’s fee fraud of fascist fantasy futurism.
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