Dr. Bob

Sticks and stones can break my bones, But names can never hurt me.

Steve Reich has a lot of interesting stuff. I have heard Clapping Music performed several times. https://youtube.com/watch?v=liYkRarIDfo

There’s an old joke about how long it takes to prepare a talk in academia. Want an hour? I can do it right now. 30 minute presentation? I’ll need a few weeks. 10 minute presentation? Better give me one or two month lead time.

God’s honest truth. 5 minutes of reading content gets stretched into 30 minutes of &$#@ video.

It would have to - that was the length of a film reel. I think Birth of a Nation was the first non-serial multi reel film to be shown in 1915.

Basically no change.

“Haven’t we put up with enough shit?”

You’re not wrong, but that doesn’t make you entirely right either. The “crabs in a bucket” mentality comes from attacking people who are doing slightly better than you. It might seem like they significant wealth, but they can still be bankrupted by a chronic medical diagnosis or any other of a million things. I choose to focus on the real issue - the 0.0001% and not people making 4 or 5 times the median income.

It is difficult to comprehend how staggering wealth inequality is. Minimum wage earners have more in common with her parents, then her parents did with the truly wealthy. I have always liked Pen’s parade (which is about income rather than wealth), but there are other aids. One pixel wealth might work in this context because they provide a marker for median income in the visualization.

They worked mid-level jobs in finance, which pays well compared to most careers, but it’s just on the higher end of middle class. I know several successful people in the music industry and that’s honestly a pretty common story. They all had high end instruments and gear at a young age. One band I know had a dedicated jam space at one of their father’s warehouses. They could leave their gear set up in a secure location and play loud anytime for as long as they liked. Things like that really contribute to success.

The Kid Laroi is another example of it. Both parents were in the industry and he had a development contract at 14. At 17 he was living with Juice Wrld and doing remixes with Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber. That doesn’t happen by accident.

It looks that way. From a pretty early stage I would guess. Like 4 or 8 cells or something?

Do you get X inactivation with such clean divisions? I thought it was a stochastic process much later in development? This isn’t my area so I’m relying on something like high school biology on this one.

No. The tiny little gonads will be either gray or orange. The gonads may still be a mixture, but each individual cell will be one or the other. So the gamete produced by that cell will have the same DNA of just that cell even though the organ is a mixture.

Sing it brother! Suddenly not knowing where anything is or locking me out of alternative apps is fucked.

Can I help kill it? I hate that goddam thing.

A friend of mine has what we are pretty sure is a legitimate cradle memory. When he was born his skull was asymmetrical. Enough that he wore some kind of a head brace in the cradle (it must have worked because he was a model for a number of years lol). I was there when he told his mother about it (assuming it was a dream or something) and she basically confirmed the memory and that they had never told him about it assuming he wouldn’t remember.

Earliest I can date is reading a newspaper about a significant event when I was not quite 4. I remember having to ask my mother for help with some of the words. I think I have earlier memories than that - like my mother teaching me to read, but I can’t tie them to a specific time.

And this is the 3rd or 4th dickish comment you’ve made about it.

Check out the fucking cunt whose fancy fucking transcription software turns out to be a steaming pile of bullshit that won’t even pick up basic fucking words like cum guzzling knob goblin.

eta: Merry Fucking Christmas.

The chicken tenderloins, breaded and lightly fried. Served with a side of sharp Dijon with a little honey for balance.