Bus tickets: $7.20
Bus ride: priceless.
I’m sure there’s something to learn from Mr 3’s enraptured state while riding a bus. Hmm.. something..
Bus tickets: $7.20
Bus ride: priceless.
I’m sure there’s something to learn from Mr 3’s enraptured state while riding a bus. Hmm.. something..
I don’t think he fully appreciates that Frontline Hobbies will taunt him with treasures he can’t afford/justify until the day he dies.
Squashed, on “Credit cards and other bad ideas”
Here’s a snippet:
I should say for full disclosure that I carry around a few credit cards, pay them in full each month, and it’s not really a problem. About 35% of credit card users do that. The rest get seriously ripped off. So if you know you’re in that 35%–no worries. But if you’re not sure whether you’re in that 35%, the odds are against you.
[I’m in the 65%, or whatever it is in Australia.]
You’d have better odds with slot machines.
[He’s right.]
Disclaimer: this is not actual financial advice, bla bla bla, etc. etc. etc.
Quoting Shawn Blanc, who was quoting Matthew Smith:
I think we designed the wrong Internet. We’re creating rapidly for the Internet and we’re creating things that are life-changing for people. I think that smart people with good ethics need to make hard decisions about what we’re making. For example, I think about the feed, which invites us to come, be obsessed, and compare ourselves to everyone, all the time. Who came up with the idea of endless content constantly streaming toward us? There’s this unlimitedness that concerns me because it is so unlike the rest of the human experience and I think it confuses the human mind and puts us into a space where we aren’t at our best.
It occurs to me that we’ve been here before. We couldn’t swim in Twitter’s unfiltered river of information about the entire planet’s last 5 seconds, but our heart beat as one in a different way: we had one language, and we lived in one city. We may not have been feverishly creating and collecting petabytes of data about pretty much everything, but that didn’t stop us gloating over what we were capable of at the time: baking bricks and building stuff.
I’m referring to That Famous Monument to Narcissism, the Tower of Babel, as described in Genesis chapter 11 and arguably found in one of several thrilling [or not] archaeological digs. Here’s the relevant section:
Now the whole world had one language and a common speech. As people moved eastward, they found a plain in Shinar and settled there.
They said to each other, “Come, let’s make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth.”
But the Lord came down to see the city and the tower the people were building. The Lord said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”
So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. That is why it was called Babel—because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.
I’m not especially keen to debate the historicity of this story. Not today, anyway.
I simply find it interesting that the God of the Bible (whatever you make of him) has a problem with humanity being collectively over-empowered. Now that we’ve all but beaten our diaspora with optical fibre, jet propulsion and Google Translate, are we on the cusp of needing another intervention?
What’s it going to take to knock us off our pedestal this time?
Miss 1 with her godmother and namesake, hallucinating and/or watching In the Night Garden (it’s so hard to tell the difference).
Not a whole lot of midnight-oil-burning happening here. Considering it was only 5.30pm.
Newcastle residents will understand.
Sometimes, there just isn’t a more interesting title.
I hope I’m less of a bigot than I used to be, but I know some bigotry remains.
[Not that one needs to be a Christian to be a bigot, of course. If the hat fits..]
Great post (thanks for the link, Josh M). I suggest using it as a bigotry self-assessment, rather than an opportunity for finger-pointing (however legitimately fingers could be pointed at, say, Tony Abbott).
As of Thursday-ish, Miss 1 can walk-ish. But she chooses not to quite a lot, e.g. when my camera is in my hand.
Lucky she’s so cute.
Signs like this are just begging to be juxtaposed with a little… unsmartness.
(With apologies to any viewers whose feet turn inwards naturally.)