Probably would have worked better if she hadn’t abandoned the metaphor and swapped to another one.

She went with whatever she felt would be most impactful for the message portion, rather than the whole thing.

It seems disingenuous because it is. It’s not a coherent thought. At best it’s a bunch of unrelated thoughts crammed together. Probably based on what she thinks will hit. As sound bites.

So don’t feel bad not trusting it; it’s not even internally consistent. Even if you agree with part of it, a stopped clock is right at least once.

OTOH, arguments at the speed of thought, with zero option to not participate, would probably resolve quickly.

For example, how often have you talked yourself into/out of a huff, in the shower? Granted it’s just you, but that internal dialogue is powerful.

Now imagine you aren’t separated from other people and your inner debate is you versus a cacophony, but one central idea rises from the noise and takes on one side of the argument in your head so you aren’t arguing against yourself. It still probably feels like arguing against yourself. And you’ll probably lose because one side of yourself knows a lot more than the other side.

Then assume that thoughts aren’t limited by speaking speed (they might not be for you, but they feel like it if you think in words like many people do. This isn’t an inherent limit to communication because you can process thought faster than a string of words can be strung)

Thanks :) I see other countries and how they accommodate people who can’t or won’t or don’t want to drive, and I seriously die a bit inside because solarpunk could be everywhere, it could have, and should have, been here! And instead it’s only places I can never live (too disabled and/or unskilled to emigrate) with the places I can live being wildly opposed to making life even the slightest bit better.

At the same time, I’m genuinely thrilled that that’s a thing at least somewhere. Jealousy notwithstanding, I’m intensely happy for areas that aren’t actively hostile to non-car transit. It all has to start somewhere to prove it works. Trickle-down solarpunk :p

My local thrift shops are packed with books for stupid cheap. A wide variety, too.

Maybe try that and have a happy medium? Not buying something new, but saving something from a landfill.

Oh yeah no I’ve been in that camp for a long while. I’m actively furious that my state had an approved plan for high speed rail like 15 years ago connecting all the major cities in the area, and connecting to the national line. And then some asshole republican came in and scrapped it even though it was already fully funded and ready to go.

It would be active right now if that hadn’t happened. Instead I have to drive 2.5 hrs to see my friend, 2 hours to go to my specialist doctor, and the same 2 hours in the opposite direction to get to the national line. All of those trips were supposed to be under 45 min on the train.

So so fucking salty about it. I fucking hate driving. I hate having to pay to maintain a vehicle. I hate that car infrastructure means walking is almost impossible. I’d love to ride a bike or bus locally, but the infrastructure doesn’t sufficiently exist for either to be practical in my area (I’m not riding my bike on the road. People here would actively try to kill me.)

Everything has to be stretchy, or so loose as to never restrict movement. This naturally means my clothing is a softer texture as well, so lovely bonus.

No necklines that touch my neck. I can do v neck and tank tops, but not crew or turtle neck. Similarly, pants have to flare from knee down, no skinny or boot cut, and shirt sleeves have to be loose everywhere but the wrist.

Socks have to be knee socks. Can’t stand any other kind. They have to have the same overall feel, but can be different colors and stuff. However I only wear socks and shoes when I absolutely have to. I strongly prefer being barefoot (even in snow for short periods like getting the mail), or wearing flip flops if I won’t lose toes to cold.

Seeing both is true love.

Smashed up with the flavor sprinkled over and eaten like popcorn, it’s a snack.

Cooked and whatever, especially with additions if available? Meal.

There are probably more people moving unhindered through this short video than you see in an average traffic jam photo.

So you’re saying I’m the snail…

Thanks for the info. That’s horrifying.

People can’t even drive properly with both pedals…

Wait, evs don’t have a separate brake pedal?

Try using a middleman, like Rumpelstiltskin.

Your debt holders don’t want first born, because that just increases their obligations, but someone will give you a fair market trade for them that you can use as payment, or service in lieu of payment!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Field_of_Corn

I’m very very amused that this is called “field of corn”. I mean of course it is, but that’s just very dryly funny to me.

Genuinely good advice.

I was on a trip with my partner (I am female, partner is male), and when we got off the train to go home, we had a flat tire.

He is not handy at all, and got super flustered and frustrated and was going to call AAA, and I was like umm… you have a spare in here, right? Time to learn how to change a tire! Pop that trunk!

And so I made him do it, and walked him through how, and now he knows for next time, yay! I’ve also fixed his dishwasher, patched drywall, several other plumbing things, etc. only thing I wont touch for someone else is electric. I wont even do my own unless its a plug-in thing.

He, in turn, helped me with building my computer and doing various software stuff I could probably do on my own but didn’t know how.

So even if those skills aren’t super useful for you directly, you can and will use them with other people and you can pass on the knowledge. I mean I learned to change a tire as a very young adult, from an off-duty cop who stopped to help on the side of the highway. I knew the basics, but he showed me the full process. And since then I’ve taught two others, but haven’t needed it for myself.

Wouldn’t put it past him tbh. Rich people are super weird.

I have aphantasia as well but I do actually have something sort of like a memory palace… kinda. It should be completely useless when I’m awake, but isn’t. I have a dream town, and every place I’ve dreamed about more than three times in the last ~20 years is there in a surprisingly consistent and exceptionally vivid way, like logging into a mmorpg, but spawning in random places. If not for it being easily recognizable as “my town”, I’d struggle to tell it from waking reality because that’s the only other time I experience “sight”. It’s genuinely unsettling sometimes, when my brain makes a new place, to not know if I was dreaming. Maybe that’s why I revisit places until they feel comfortable and familiar and get incorporated into the town.

I say it isn’t completely useless because I use spacial memory to “go places” when awake. I can’t see it, but I know what’s there if I go there, the same way I can mentally count the windows, and know what’s around them, in my house without visually touring the house; I think about where I go to open windows on a nice day, and count the stops.

I can’t put things into the town purposely. Locations or objects, unfortunately. Everything has to already be there if I want to make use of it. But if I can find a useful thing on my spacial tour, I can make note of where I found it, or move it to somewhere more useful. Like the finding the windows exercise, but, to continue your example, I happen to recall that next to window 3 is a Christmas cactus with pink heart-shaped flower buds, and I choose to ”move it” it to the 7th window of my tour. (And yes, if I make note that I’ve moved something, it does stay there when I dream, so that’s really neat)

Genuinely not that useful for things people probably normally use a memory palace sort of thing for, like short-term memories, (finding useful objects is difficult, and sometimes requires a lot of in-dream exploring, which takes actual time) but somewhat useful for certain long-term things, like numbers or recipes. And as a bonus, when I forget something, I’ll often stumble across it in my town and be reminded. Like the recipe for my mom’s cheesecake is the literal ingredients just sitting on the counter in the pocket floor she lives in (she’s a nightmare I had often enough to join the town’s residents, but I shoved her in an impossible floor so I can avoid her). I put that recipe there because I like to modify it, and I often forget what the base recipe is. It’s not written down in the normal sense because I’ll lose it, but it’s simple enough for a representation like that to be easy to hold onto.

But I’ve had similar frustrating experiences with people telling me to visualize things for whatever reason. Like nope, my internal computer is GUI-free. Text output only, with a screen reader. Not even multiple voices, which I hear is a thing most people can do, just the one default reader voice.

On the subject of not being able to visualize people, if there’s someone you haven’t seen in a long time, do you falsely match other people up with the description? For example, my mom died when I was 23, and I’m almost 40 now. It’s been so long that I genuinely don’t remember what she looks like unless I’m looking at a photo. But I know her general description, and when I see other women who fit the description I -feel- that they look just like her even though they usually don’t, actually.

According to the article they changed the procedure to require 2/3 keys, so at least they learned that lesson.

Brian?

Took a really long time after “nevermore” to learn more words, but I’m pumped it happened anyway!

I wonder if that holds for childbirth despite the chemical cocktail that floods the brain to cause exactly that memory lapse…