tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44910408778401208452024-03-16T17:47:09.215-04:00Stationary WavesWe can make the world a better place by being better people.RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.comBlogger1951125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-73341984013191443422024-02-23T15:58:00.002-05:002024-02-23T15:58:43.158-05:00I Can't Wait To Not See The New Superman Movie<p> A social media connection of mine posted this photo:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZe9KnDTEK9Usi2Rtb8ZFNnmzDLjZ17AvfuuRqXSSeAj7-WStP-X5V44-H5BKgIdl51b1naLwcJErPtcWYN-n_HqHYahQFpkW7T1U9UdAq4DBvRQAOdhfQ5fucI9Eelptm5TKPhUNH-LvDtMx1KWbeQvYnIBs_mOr7wD-pVuOJWESHvQYFXNAiE_2LlpML" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="618" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZe9KnDTEK9Usi2Rtb8ZFNnmzDLjZ17AvfuuRqXSSeAj7-WStP-X5V44-H5BKgIdl51b1naLwcJErPtcWYN-n_HqHYahQFpkW7T1U9UdAq4DBvRQAOdhfQ5fucI9Eelptm5TKPhUNH-LvDtMx1KWbeQvYnIBs_mOr7wD-pVuOJWESHvQYFXNAiE_2LlpML" width="175" /></a></div><br /><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space-collapse: preserve;">I can't wait to not see that Superman movie. I'm really tired of Lois Lane being turned into a gritty, hard-hitting investigative journalist. </span><p></p><p><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space-collapse: preserve;">Time for a rant.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" /><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space-collapse: preserve;">Women writers don't understand the appeal of Superman comics. (Women tend not to understand romance in general, but that is perhaps a topic for another day.) Men understand intuitively what's cool about a man who can perform awe-inspiring feats of strength and who can defeat any foe and overcome any challenge. Men also intuitively understand what it's like to be in love with a woman while, for various reasons, being unable to reveal to her the very best parts of who you are. And there is an instant human appeal to a story in which a person hopes that their personality is enough to win a romantic partner, without having to rely on tricks, fame, super-powers, etc. This is why Superman is a story that people enjoy.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" /><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space-collapse: preserve;">But it's also a male-centric perspective. If a woman falls in love with Clark Kent... what's in it for her? To be sure, it's fun to be WANTED by someone at work, as long as he's not a creep, but if he's not handsome, powerful, and/or a man of great integrity, what exactly is the appeal? So, from the female side, the best part of the story is when Superman falls in love with an ordinary reporter. Not a beauty queen, not a rich debutante, just an ordinary girl who lives in an apartment and works for (what used to be) a humble newspaper. But, gasp, this creates an imbalance of power between the two characters, so now Lois Lane has to somehow "deserve" Superman and be equal to him in some way. She can't be beautiful or a rich debutante, though, or else women are going to hate her. So, she's gotta be a left-wing activist girl-boss. And you know what's really great about this? It proves that not only does Superman like girl-bosses, but he also likes left-wing activism! Now we're talking!</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" /><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space-collapse: preserve;">But wait, it gets worse. In this female-centric story, Clark Kent has nothing to reveal about himself to Lois Lane. Why would he want to? He's no longer an all-powerful hero with a vulnerable side he's seeking to share with the love of his life. No, in this story, Lois Lane must be the one who discovers Superman's true identity. So, Clark Kent doesn't seek to be vulnerable in the arms of the woman he loves; instead, the woman robs him of his anonymity by "figuring it all out by herself." Then <i>she</i> decides that he's the man <i>for her</i>. She takes him, and he lets her do it because, how could he not fall head-over-heels for such a girl-boss?</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" /><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space-collapse: preserve;">Except now there's nothing in the story that appeals to men. Or rather it only appeals to the kind of men who dream of falling in love with a left-wing activist girl-boss, which is... not very many men. And certainly zero young boys.
And also, as it turns out, even most women don't particularly care for a story like this, because there's nothing interesting about it. The whole plot is, "Once upon a time, Lois Lane was awesome." Why was she awesome? Because she was good at being a reporter. </span></p><p><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space-collapse: preserve;">Look! Over there! It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's--aw, who gives a fuck? There's a girl-boss over here girl-bossing! Who has time for superheroes?</span></p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-550720492776834652024-02-16T10:20:00.002-05:002024-02-16T10:20:38.014-05:00My Daily Bread<p>A short while ago, I grew tired of paying in excess of four dollars for a loaf of bread that no one in my household actually enjoyed eating. My wife gave up eating all but the seediest, crumbliest multigrain bread on the shelf, but I was unable to eat that for blood sugar control reasons. Meanwhile, my children enjoyed only the sweetest, most cake-like white bread, and even then would refuse to eat the crusts. You can likewise imagine what impact that bread had on my blood sugar. The bread that did work for me tasted... fine. When I first discovered it, it was about $2.50 per loaf (even then, expensive by my standards), but the price has increased quite a bit over the years.</p><p>All this adds up to: bread was a problem at my house. It was expensive, and it didn't taste good. Some people in my position would just give up eating bread at all. I took a different tack: I decided to buy the fanciest, most expensive bread machine I could find and commit to baking my own bread at home.</p><p>As I've tried to explain, this was a decision made out of necessity. Baking, and cooking in general, gives me no great pleasure. I don't hate it, but I consider it the same as any other chore I would rather do than not do: I'm glad to do it, but it doesn't make me happy.</p><p>Thus, my needs as a home-baked-bread man were as follows: I need the bread to be cheap, good-tasting, easy to make, requiring no great thought, finesse, or strategy on my end for baking it, and I would like it to be consistent. </p><p>After baking a number of the standard recipes that came with the bread machine, I settled into a white bread loaf that met my needs. I have adjusted the recipe to improve its taste more to my liking: not so sweet, and a fair bit saltier. Now, I don't buy bread at the store anymore at all. I bake it exclusively at home.</p><p>Here's what I've learned and how I've benefited from this change:</p><p>First, I now spend less than half as much money to get a loaf of bread about twice as large. That's a win for home economics.</p><p>Second, my bread has no preservatives. It's made only of water, wheat, sugar, salt, butter, milk, and yeast. This matters a lot more to my wife, who has developed a bit of a fear of chemicals. Even so, the bread I bake lasts long enough for us to eat it, so the preservatives aren't necessary.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Third, and possibly as a result of the above, the bread tastes a lot better. It tastes <i>normal</i>, as bread should taste. It tastes so much better than my kids now prefer to eat a slice of bread for a snack to some of the other snack food garbage kids tend to develop a taste for. <i>And</i> they eat the bread crusts; even the heels! My wife happily eats the bread I bake, and she had all but given up eating bread at all. And, of course, it tastes better to me, personally, because I've adjusted the recipe to match my own flavor preferences.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Fourth, it works with my blood sugar. It is admittedly not quite as good on that level as the other bread I was eating, but it's viable. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Finally, it is incredibly easy to bake - I don't have to think about it, or knead it, or jump through special hoops and techniques to get it to come out correctly. I don't have to add seven thousand special ingredients to make it better in one way or another. It is almost thoughtless. I just add the ingredients to the machine, and in about three hours' time, I have a perfectly baked loaf of bread with great texture.</p><p style="text-align: left;">So, I achieved all my goals and solved my household's "bread problem." I recommend this solution to any of my readers who can afford an expensive bread machine and who have similar issues with store-bought bread. </p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-28378409031298897472024-02-09T16:02:00.001-05:002024-02-09T16:02:36.499-05:00My Running (Training) Philosophy<p>It's been two years. I'd offer an explanation for why I haven't posted in so long, but there is no need to do that since, after all, no one's reading this, anyway.</p><p>First, some recent context: I spent last year training very hard and dedicating myself to discovering the ins and outs of "Zone 2 training." This, of course, is very vogue now - and especially so last year - but all it really amounts to is undertaking a large volume of slow training, in pursuit of a higher VO2 max and better "metabolic fitness." I'll say more on that in a moment. What I want to say here is that I found Zone 2 training to be a very useful intervention for me, personally. I needed it, and lots of it. </p><p>Unlike the dogmatists, however, I do not see Zone 2 training as a panacea or a way to unlock secret potential you haven't yet tapped. I see it more or less the same way Dr. Inigo San Millan sees it: as an important intervention for those who require an endurance correction. I needed that, and I got it.</p><p>What happened next for me was that I angered the Zone 2 gods (i.e. triathlon gurus on Twitter) by suggesting that too much Zone 2 training is a bad thing, by making note of the fact that many, many fast 5K and 10K runners are successful at much lower training volumes (e.g. Parker Valby winning the NCAA cross-country championship on 30 miles per week), and by emphasizing that <i>quality</i> miles matter far more than an enormous <i>quantity</i> of Zone 2 miles.</p><p>No, the gods didn't like that much, and banished me to the outer darkness. So here I am, back on my blog, where I can write whatever I want to, and no one reads it anyway. And today, I'd like to write about how I see training for running, in a sort of philosophical way.</p><p>Long-time readers will remember that that's kind of where this blog started, so I've come full circle. Let's begin now.</p><h4 style="text-align: left;">The Three Axes of Running Development</h4><div>As I see it, a runner develops along three distinct "axes" as he trains:</div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Muscular development</li><li>Bio-energetic development, i.e. cardiovascular and metabolic fitness</li><li>Biomechanical development, i.e. running form</li></ol>Let me introduce these three concepts in a way that you might have recognized as you yourself have run over the years.</div><div><br /></div><div>As you train, you may have found that, during some kinds of workouts, you can't go any faster because your muscles are burning and they won't move your body any faster than it's currently moving. Strengthening these muscles and conditioning them through running will address this problem, and over time, you should find that muscular development is no longer the obstacle it once was.</div><div><br /></div><div>During other workouts, you may have noticed that you can't go any faster because you're gasping for breath, your heart is pounding, or you've spent all your energy already and now you're totally cooked. In this case, you need more "bio-energetic development." In other words, you need a healthier cardiovascular system and/or more Zone 2 training to improve your metabolic efficiency. Once having done this, you'll find that you can almost run <i>forever</i> without getting tired, provided your muscles can do the work (see above).</div><div><br /></div><div>At other times, you may find that your muscles and your cardiovascular fitness seem fine, but you can't seem to keep up with other runners who are just inexplicably <i>faster</i> than you. They're not just faster in Zone 2 or Zone 4 or in a sprint. They're <i>faster at all levels of effort</i>. No matter how hard you train, you can't seem to access that extra gear that other people seem to have. Why not? Likely because your running form is preventing you from really striding out like you need to. Addressing your running form issues will put you on a level you never thought you would be.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now that you know what my "running axes" are, let's talk briefly about how to improve along each individual axis.</div><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Improving Your Muscular Development</h4><div>I'll keep this short.</div><div><br /></div><div>Improving your "muscular development," or in other words, conditioning your running muscles, typically happens one of two ways: Lifting weights and running fast.</div><div><br /></div><div>The faster you run, the more the effort shifts away from your calves and quads and into your hamstrings and glutes. You can see this easily by comparing running injuries between distance runners and sprinters. Sprinters more frequently pull their hamstrings, often right there during the race; distance-runners more often pull their calves, hips, Achilles tendons, etc. But even if you're distance-running, the faster you run, the more engaged your glutes and hamstrings will be.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thus, many runners who are seeking to get faster need to ensure that their glutes and hamstrings are stronger. That is, these muscles must be strong<i>er</i> than they have become merely by Zone 2 jogging around for 100 miles per week. More jogging won't get you this kind of strength. What you need is a direct intervention via training.</div><div><br /></div><div>Resistance training is infamously under-utilized among runners, but it's probably the best place to start. Just doing some squats, lunges, bridges, and leg curls once or twice a week, progressively increasing the weight until you feel different about your muscles will go a long way toward improving your muscular development. A tremendous benefit of lifting weights is that it doesn't count as "running miles," so you're not over-training in terms of running by adding a strength workout to your training regimen.</div><div><br /></div><div>While you're at it, don't forget to train the rest of your running muscles, too: quads and calves, especially. You don't want to create muscle or form imbalances by focusing too much on one part of your leg and not training the other part at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>That said, lifting weights will only work if you put your newly strengthened muscles to good use on the road. That's when we come to running fast, i.e. sprint intervals. Sprint intervals, "anaerobic training," "Zone 5 training," etc., all these terms amount to the same thing. What you want to do is spend a good, solid amount of time running as fast as you possibly can. Think about running 10-20 repetitions of 100-400 meters each. And it will be all the better for your muscles if you do these intervals <i>uphill</i>. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sprinting and weight-lifting will also make positive changes to your running form, your metabolic efficiency, and in some cases also your VO2 max. But remember that the <i>primary goal</i> of muscular development is to build your running muscles so that they're strong enough to be faster.</div><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Improving Your Bio-Energetic Profile</h4><div>If you find yourself gasping for breath when trying to finish a big workout (especially a tempo run), it might be time to improve your bio-energetic profile. If you find that you can't complete an easy long run without your heart rate steadily drifting up into Zone 3 / Zone 4 territory, then it is <i>definitely</i> time to improve your bio-energetic profile. How do you do it?</div><div><br /></div><div>The easiest and most practical way to improve your cardiovascular system is to just do more running. That's right - more Zone 2 miles. While I do not that "Zone 2 training" is a special, magic thing, I do of course understand that there is no replacement for a good "endurance base," and that's precisely what Zone 2 training is all about.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ideally, as you craft your training cycle, you will start out with a few months dedicated to improving your endurance base. That will mean focusing mainly on Zone 2 miles for months at a time, with a few threshold runs sprinkled in for good measure. How many miles? As many as you can reasonably tolerate. As many as your schedule allows. As many as you can run without injury. You may even find it highly beneficial to stop running and just do hours of low-impact cycling or swimming to develop your cardiovascular and metabolic fitness.</div><div><br /></div><div>All these Zone 2 miles do come at a cost, of course. When you're not running fast, you're conditioning your body to run slow. That's why we typically do our base buildup in anticipation of our next big training cycle. If you're in the middle of training cycle and you don't think your base is what it needs to be, I recommend finishing out the cycle and then going back to a buildup phase.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, sprint intervals will also help you improve your VO2 max. Additionally, weight training will build peripheral muscles that will be able to process lactate and thus improve your metabolic fitness. So Zone 2 is not the one and only way to improve your bio-energetic profile; it is simply the main, most efficient way to do so, and in my view, represents the most reasonable intervention to use if your goal is better endurance. But <i>all</i> of these training strategies should be used by <i>all</i> runners <i>at some point</i> during their training.</div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Improving Your Running Form</h3><div>Bio-mechanical improvements to running are the most difficult to teach. To some extent, I think they have to be observed first, and then internalized, and finally the runner has to do some experimentation to find new comfortable ways to run faster. However, if you've ever read my blog, you know how important I think running form is. To me, it is the great differentiator between a recreational hobbyist and a runner who actually has a chance of winning something.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are a number of exercises one can do to develop better running form. This now being the "TikTok Age," you've probably seen all of these exercises on short little videos set to music: A-skips, B-skips, butt-kicks, high-knees, cariocas, and various hurdle drills. All of these exercises will help you improve your range of motion, which is necessary for great running form.</div><div><br /></div><div>...But these exercises won't <i>teach you great running form. </i>For that, I know of no other substitute than looking at great runners like Paul Chelimo or Connor Mantz, observing what their running form looks like, and then trying it out yourself. Go out and try to make your legs look like their legs. Try to do with your arms what you see them do. The more you look like them, the more likely it is that your running form is good. Take video footage of yourself and make notes for possible improvements. Then, start making those improvements.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have found the best success working on my form during easy runs, where there is no pressure to perform and I can simply direct my thoughts to whatever form issue I think needs to be addressed. Over time, you will start to feel faster, and that's a beautiful feeling.</div><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">In Practice</h4><div>As you train and improve, you will probably go through many (infinitely many) iterations of needing to develop one thing or another. It's not as if every one runner just has to work on one thing. I'll work to address one thing for a month and then notice that something else now feels like the biggest obstacle; so, I'll start tackling that one.</div><div><br /></div><div>For beginners especially, it's not common to be completely out-of-breath during the first few weeks of running. Then, as your cardiovascular system starts to adjust to the new workload, you'll likely find that your muscles aren't up to the tasks you want to give them. And as you continue to alternate between building better endurance and better legs, you'll start to notice form becoming an issue.</div><div><br /></div><div>So we just work on things as they come up - especially if you're not engaged in any kind of formal training cycle. As you chip away at one thing, another takes precedence and you chip away at it instead. Forever. This is the running journey. </div><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Closing Thoughts</h4><div>The last point I want to make here is that, because these three running axes exist, and often interact with each other, this explains why there is no "magic workout," no "perfect training approach" for all runners everywhere. You can study the Twitter running gurus if you want to, but eventually you will come to realize that although two runners with equal marathon times may both want to improve, one of them might best be served with more tempo runs while the other might best be served with more mileage. One of them might need to lift more weights while the other might need to improve his form.</div><div><br /></div><div>In short, not only is there no one-size-fits-all intervention to make us all better runners, but even <i>the same</i> intervention won't work for <i>the same runner</i> at different times in his "career." The key to training is understanding which intervention to apply at which time to succeed. Unfortunately, that kind of wisdom only comes from experience.</div><div><br /></div><div>But you can gain that experience! You just have to get out there, start running, and start chipping away at your biggest weakness until your next biggest weakness reveals itself. And I wish you the best of luck in your pursuit.</div>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-616417719503652542022-02-16T09:19:00.000-05:002022-02-16T09:57:42.971-05:00Garmin vs Strava (Again)<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal">Good heavens, it’s been nearly three years since <a href="https://www.stationarywaves.com/2019/03/comparing-garmins-training-status-and.html"> I last compared Garmin’s proprietary “Training Status” to Strava’s “Fitness” metrics</a>. Time sure flies when your blog is languishing in obscurity and suffering a long decay from neglect and the absence of anything really interesting to say. Or so I am told. My audience of Russian bots continues to grow exponentially, and many of you South Asian spam-bots seem quite secure in your belief that adding spam-comments to the bottom of my posts will gain you clicks and impressions. It’s not the world’s finest readership, damn it, but it’s <i>my </i>readership. And so, together, we will explore the depths of fitness tracking nerdery that only the likes of <i>us</i> can seem to tolerate.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Having been using these metrics literally for years, I think I have gained a better sense of how they perform with respect to their stated purpose. In my previous post, I compared them along more technical criteria: how are they calculated, what do they mean, etc. In this post, I’d like to instead discuss how it feels to use these metrics <i>qualitatively</i>. As a user – maybe even as a non-technical user – what is it like training every day while referring to these metrics and personally assessing what they mean, compared to how we subjectively feel on a day-to-day basis?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">First, let me explain what my training has been like for the last little while. Having acquired an ankle injury, I have spent the past few months focusing on cycling instead of running. I’ve logged a few thousand miles on the bike, on rides ranging from a minimum of 15 miles to a maximum of 50. As I’ve trained, I’ve managed to increase my average speed from the 18mph range to 20-21mph. In December, I received a Peloton Bike as an early Christmas present, and I’ve already logged over 1,000 miles, using Peloton’s “Power Zone” spin classes to increase my FTP from a low and unknown number up to about 320. Not fabulous, but also not bad. On longer days, I use Peloton’s scenic rides to log miles at low aerobic efforts, and occasionally I’ll try to race other cyclists on the leaderboard to give myself an extra push. In short, my training has been a lot like it would have been if I had been running: I do lactate threshold training twice a week, a long day once a week, and aerobic rides the rest of the time. I’ve also taken on a 2-3 times weekly strength training routine to rehabilitate my ankle and increase my muscle mass. Finally, I’ve slowly started attempting to reincorporate running into my daily routine, taking things slowly so that I don’t rush into it and re-injure my ankle. All in all, I’m getting about <i>two solid hours</i> of daily exercise, usually quite vigorous. It’s a lot more hard work than most people do, at least for exercise.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now let’s take a look at what Garmin’s metrics are telling me about the past 30 days of training:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlp0wAI-1KI/Yg0IJ9qskqI/AAAAAAAA8q8/SQOFcD7pqpceJwzG7Yk9yULtQvM3Z1RiwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/image001-721103.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7065312357679665826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlp0wAI-1KI/Yg0IJ9qskqI/AAAAAAAA8q8/SQOFcD7pqpceJwzG7Yk9yULtQvM3Z1RiwCK4BGAYYCw/s320/image001-721103.png" /></a><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As you can see, my VO2-max has increased slightly, from 54 to 56. My Training Load started out “high” at the beginning of the 30-day period, dipped down toward the lower end of the optimal range, and then climbed back up to “high” again. Garmin’s “Training Status” metric over this same time period showed that I was “Productive” at the beginning of the period. Then, as my Training Load dipped, my Training Status moved to “Peaking,” which means that I was especially well-rested and ready for a big race or competition. As my Training Load continued to be in the low range, however, my Status flipped to “Unproductive” for a few days. Finally, as my Load returned to normal and my VO2-max kept improving, my Status once again returned to “Productive.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Subjectively, I must confess that the readings on my Training Status report were very highly reflective of what it was like living through these past 30 days. I felt fit and in shape, and as my Training Load decreased, I had a burst of additional energy. I really did feel as though I was “peaking.” Eventually I knew I had to get back to working hard, and I feel productive again now. Garmin’s metrics seem to be getting it right.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What is Strava saying about my fitness over the same time period?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7cQggTys20/Yg0IKToTxlI/AAAAAAAA8rE/q-8J7Pb2q245rsCxXrBe0EOmR3jwE3DXgCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/image002-724846.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7065312363575232082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7cQggTys20/Yg0IKToTxlI/AAAAAAAA8rE/q-8J7Pb2q245rsCxXrBe0EOmR3jwE3DXgCK4BGAYYCw/s320/image002-724846.png" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, Strava reports that my fitness is down. And it’s not just “down,” it’s down to a value of 60, which is relatively low, considering that I exercise for two solid hours a day and engage in the same kind of training – at the same level of exertion – that I did when I was running and when I was receiving a much higher fitness score from Strava (more to the tune of 85-90 points). There is no evidence of a decrease in training load, followed by an increase. We see only a steady decrease on Strava’s graph. It is, in short, not reflective at all of my fitness reality.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What could be going on here? Well, I mentioned in my three-year-old post that Strava’s Fitness metric seems to be biased toward time. In short, <i>merely putting in a bunch of miles</i>, no matter how hard you work or whether those miles are doing anything good for your body, will cause your Strava “Fitness” score to increase. Doing two hours of quality work a day will not do the trick. What gets me here, though, is that I have increased my FTP, my muscle mass, my weekly running miles, my estimated VO2-max, my cycling speed, and the number of pounds I lift while strength training. Basically, on every conceivable health metric, my fitness has improved over the last two or three months, and Strava is not only showing <i>no improvement</i>, it’s showing that my fitness level has <i>actually decreased!</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">In short, Strava couldn’t have possibly gotten it any more wrong. Based on the above experience, and on my qualitative experience using these metrics over the past 3+ years, I have to conclude that Garmin has the better set of metrics. They do a better job of telling the user what is actually happening with his or her body, as it happens, and they seem to reflect genuine increases in fitness. Strava’s metric doesn’t appear to capture much, beyond time spent exercising. This is a significant weakness in their system.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In a day’s time, I hope to take delivery on a new Fenix 7 watch, which will include Garmin’s newest metrics, such as suggested workouts and “Body Battery.” I don’t know how well these metrics will work in practice, but I am hopeful that they will be about as good as what Garmin already offers. And when I find out for certain, I will make sure that all you Russian bots and spammers are the first to know how well it plays out for me. As I always do.</p></div> RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-23194454492825343402021-10-04T15:24:00.001-04:002021-12-03T16:26:50.578-05:00Public, Central Parks Are A Product Of The State<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s common for non-libertarians to try to point out holes in or problems with libertarian theory. It can also be really annoying. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Less common, and less annoying, is when libertarians attempt to point out possible problems with libertarian theory, and then attempt to fix those problems or reconcile reality with the problems created. As a libertarian, I would like to believe that adopting a <i>laissez-faire</i> approach will <i>always</i> yield the best possible result. As a man committed to logic and evidence, however, I must submit my beliefs to the crucible, and follow the facts wherever they might lead. With some hard work, doing so ought to advance the theory, rather than merely hoping that the world continues to evolve in ways that substantiate classical liberalism.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I recently had the opportunity to visit Bosque de Chapultepec in Ciudad de Mexico. It is simply a gorgeous, breathtaking park that defies description. One must be in Chapultepec to understand its scope and beauty. However, to put it very dumbly, Chapultepec is an enormous city park – the largest in the Western hemisphere – full of trees and greenery, fountains, monuments, sculptures, museums, bicycle and running paths, and so on. On the one hand, Chapultepec is “just like one of those big city parks” of which there are many examples: Central Park, Stanley Park, etc. On the other hand, Chapultepec is something altogether different and remarkable, considering its literal eons of history as a place of respite for the inhabitants of the area around what is now Mexico City. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>In any case, parks like these require something very important and specific. They require that city planners, a hundred or more years ago, make a conscious decision to prevent any kind of commercial or residential development on a specific, contiguous plot of high-value land. And this must be done despite tremendous pressure to develop that high-value land and reap the resulting property taxes, population expansion, and economic growth. <o:p></o:p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Rare as it is for government to exercise any level of restraint, especially in the face of handsome monetary rewards for the governors, it is equally rare for the dynamic free market to simply leave a beautiful patch of land unutilized and dedicated to free public use. There is, of course, the classic Tragedy of the Commons problem with this, but the predicted outcome of such a thing is that private owners will take better care of this space than will the commons. That is true, provided that some private sector buyer or buyers agree to purchase the land and care for it. Yet, with high-value land located right in the middle of a commercial hub, as parks like Chapultepec tend to be, it is unlikely to the point of irrelevant that any such buyer or buyers would ever set aside such land to remain undeveloped. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The final piece of this problem involves the acknowledgement of a plain fact: Big green spaces in cities <i>make people happy</i>. They are genuinely good for human life. They increase property values. They provide a central gathering place for people who want to exercise. They provide a space for buskers, artisans, and street merchants. They provide clean air and oxygen to the surrounding environment, and a hiding place for local wildlife. It’s <i>healthy</i> to have such places available to city-dwellers, objectively so, and on many different levels. <o:p></o:p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">The question is, how can such spaces be preserved and maintained under a libertarian regime? We cannot simply assume that some eccentric millionaire will buy up the land and keep it nice, maintained by a trust, for all of time. It would be nice to feel confident, as a libertarian, that such beautiful parks might still be possible if the state were not there to mandate their preservation. But how?<o:p></o:p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">In a future post, I will attempt to tackle this question. For now, it suffices to simply articulate what the problem is.<o:p></o:p></p> </div><font color="Gray" face="Arial" size="1"> </font> RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-75661564745830808352021-09-22T16:00:00.000-04:002021-12-03T16:28:03.719-05:00On The Ability To Change Gradually<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal">In <i>The Huffington Post</i>, Pauline Millard writes,<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">There is something about being a 28-year-old woman, especially in an urban area, that makes them flip the switch from party girl to marriage material that often has nothing to do with a ticking biological clock. Some might call it a cab light turning on. The most obvious reason is that it’s cultural, subtly ingrained into our psyches over years of pop culture.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Millard has correctly identified <i>some kind of phenomenon</i>. It’s true that many young women suddenly become serious about dating and marriage, about settling down and about motherhood, when they reach the age of 28. In my observation, the age the change occurs is actually closer to 27, then it takes a year for the women themselves to figure out what’s going on with them. 28 is when they realize that what they’ve been craving over the course of the past year is marriage, family, and children. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Calling the reason “cultural” is also a correct diagnosis, in my opinion, although it isn’t very specific. Sure, it’s culture, but why doesn’t culture make the change happen earlier or later? Millard’s casual conjecture is that the movies tell us that 28 is the age that women shape up. I don’t think a “cab light turns on” in a woman’s mind merely because they see a lot of movies featuring women who get married at 28. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">To help think through this, consider every other big change you’ve made in your life. Granted, there are a few life events that are sudden and cataclysmic, such as when we move out of our parents’ house. For the overwhelming majority of major personal changes, though, things happen gradually. Your music tastes develop slowly over time. Your taste in books gradually goes from being what you used to enjoy as a teenager to whatever you enjoy now, as an adult. The person you are in your romantic relationships usually evolves over the course of those relationships; so, over a period of months and years. There is no “cab light.” You don’t suddenly wake up one day and discover that you are a completely different person. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">No one goes to bed a “party girl” on her last day of 27 and wakes up “marriage material” the following morning. Drastic changes occur slowly, over time.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I mentioned exceptions, though. High school graduation occurs pretty suddenly, actually. Two weeks before graduation, you’re the same high school student you always were; then you graduate, and suddenly you think you have to be a fully functioning adult. Or, as I mentioned, moving out of your parents’ house and suddenly becoming responsible for all your shopping and chores. It’s not quite an overnight change, but it is definitely sink-or-swim. Within a few months, you will have become who you are as the master of your own house. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The defining feature of these more sudden changes is that culture has no means of making them happen gradually. It isn’t possible to graduate high school slowly, over the course of months. Once you meet the requirements, you’re finished. Moving out of your parents’ home is binary: either you’re here or you’re there. You can’t be here-and-there. You can’t kind of be there. Our personalities change suddenly during these times because the times themselves are sudden. We don’t have any other choice about it.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Similarly, when I became a type 1 diabetic, it essentially happened overnight. The moment I received my diagnosis, I also received my first shot of insulin. I’ve been diabetic ever since. My body did go through a transition, but that was happening unbeknownst to my mind. My psyche changed because it had to change, because there was no other option. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This is how personal changes occur. In most cases, they happen gradually, over time, unless something major and sweeping happens suddenly. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The question, then, is what happens to women at age 28 that is sudden, major, and sweeping, that doesn’t happen at age 27? Nothing, of course. For most women, age 28 is exactly the same as age 27, <i>at least in terms of cultural drivers of personal growth</i>. So becoming “marriage material” is not at all like becoming a diabetic. It’s not something that happens overnight and outside of a woman’s control. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I would argue that becoming “marriage material” is more like graduating high school. Graduating high school is a major, sudden change because there’s no other way to do it. Becoming “marriage material,” too, is a major, sudden change because there’s no other way to do it. Society doesn’t have a script for women to follow that takes them from being teenage kids to being semi-adult college students, to being young women on their own who are looking to slowly transition into a marriage. <o:p></o:p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Instead, society’s script is to “enjoy your youth.” And for so many women, “enjoy your youth” means “be a party girl.” The script we hand our young women involves a lot of career work, a lot of partying and dancing, a lot of casual sex. The fact that this can’t go on forever is <i>patently obvious</i>. No one should ever question the fact that it can’t go on forever. It can’t. It won’t. It ends. But there’s no <i>script</i> for winding it down. There’s no socially acceptable way to <i>transition</i> out of dancing and drugs and casual sex and <i>into </i>being the kind of responsible person that is capable of motherhood. <o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Because there is no script for this kind of change, many women find themselves in a position of having to just stop doing one thing and start doing another. They simply reach a point, around age 28, where the dead-end nature of their current lifestyle becomes obvious <i>to them</i>, and they force themselves to acquire a new lifestyle, one with some staying power. That’s motherhood, wifehood, partnership. So they change.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But notice that, prior to the change, they are essentially living a glorified adolescence. Notice, too, that this glorified adolescence is what people have been criticizing <i>in young men</i> for decades. They’ve been called playboys, and man-children, and “failures to launch,” and all the rest of it. They’ve been mocked and ridiculed and denigrated. This phenomenon is old news for men, though. Men have been drawing out their adolescence for as long as they could, because they knew that as soon as they became “marriage material,” it would be time to put the drumsets away and raise children. And that is precisely the path we men have been walking for decades.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Women, then, have finally discovered a parallel situation in their own lives. Now that we all recognize the problem, perhaps it’s time to start crafting a cultural narrative through which we glorify adolescence, partying, drugs, and casual sex a little less; and glorify the eventual transition to adulthood and parenthood a little more.<o:p></o:p> </p></div> <font color="Gray" face="Arial" size="1"> </font> RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-83749979193319941092021-08-11T23:08:00.002-04:002021-08-11T23:08:27.395-04:00This Unhappy Life<h3 style="text-align: left;">Part One: The Reality Of Existence <br /></h3><p>The reality of life is absolutely brutal. </p><p>We humans mature quickly; in just two decades or so, we reach a physical pinnacle, often accompanied by a peak in our greatest skills. The best athletes, for example, usually peak in their early twenties, and hold on to a career for about another decade. Artists and businesspeople make themselves in their twenties and then spend the rest of their lives slowly fading away. There is something magical about the early twenties. It's a culmination of life's ambition and physical prowess and opportunity.</p><p>When those years are over, what we have to look forward to is the ugly fade. Age is humiliating. Our noses get bigger and knobbier, and that's about as emblematic of age in general as anything. Even if we wanted to age gracefully, our noses have other ideas. If we're men, our eyebrows turn into shrubberies and our ears and nostrils sprout. If we're women, all of our curves sag and fill up with fat tissue. We can recover a bit of our former grace with physical exercise and intelligent grooming habits, but we're on borrowed time. Nothing can out-pace the growth of our noses; nothing can out-run the human nose. </p><p>It's not merely that it happens, but that it happens four times longer than it took to grow into an attractive and capable body. The rise is fast, but the fall takes up the majority of our lives. What cruelty is this that nature has foisted upon us? How unkind that we must spend the overwhelming majority of our lives becoming ugly, sickly invalids. Youth isn't merely wasted on the young; it's wasted on everyone. It fades so quickly that it's almost as if it never existed in the first place.</p><p>Each of us knows what's coming, because we see it dozens of times over, among all the great people we ever knew, who happen to be older than we are. We watch our heroes and our friends transition from being bright, sharp-witted, attractive people to being doddering old curmugeons with particularities and strange demands, who drive slow and can't seem to find the right words anymore. They don't just fade, they decay. This is the fate that awaits us, too. We won't necessarily realize it as it happens, we'll just reach that point silently as the world spins on and the younger people stop caring that we ever had any ideas worth sharing. And then it will be their turn.</p><p>Some people think they can transcend this fate by embracing it. They let their hair turn grey and they endeavor to become the "cool" old lady or man. They're fooling themselves. No one cares, and no one remembers. Even the best people I ever knew were forgotten within a couple of decades of their passing. I still think about my grandfather daily, but my children never met him and will never spend any time thinking about him. Once my generation is gone, so, too, will his memory be. Embracing your old age might buy you some mental peace, but it won't stop the growth of your nose, and it won't change the fact that one day, on your death bed, you'll be grasping for a few final words that no one will ever repeat.</p><p>Honestly, I've never heard anyone repeat another person's last words. At the moment when we most wish to be remembered and to leave the world with something important to say, we say whatever is most deeply held within our hearts... and no one ever mentions it again.</p><p>It's really quite sad to think about the fleetingness and finality of life. No empire that you build or friendship that you make will ever outlast your memory. And your memory itself will expire a couple of decades after you do. Someone might write a book about you, but all the great books were written sixty years ago or more.</p><p>You can't change the world. You can't age gracefully. You can't recapture the magnificence of youth. Ultimately, your life is a short rise and a long fall, and that's all there is to it. The end.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;"> Part Two: How To Live<br /></h3><p>So, given all of that, how does one make the most out of life?</p><p>What most people will suggest is to construct something; either something physical, like an empire, or something meaningful, like an everlasting friendship. Some will tell you that the purpose of life is to reach for the stars, while others will tell you that devoting yourself to the service of others is the highest moral undertaking. As I've already noted, however, you won't be remembered for either of those things, not really. You'll be gone, and so will everyone who ever knew you, and at that point, nothing you will have built will matter to anyone ever again.</p><p>Strange as it may seem to think about it, life is not really a source of happiness. Life, broadly construed, can only ever end badly. If you imagine that the end will represent the final chapter in a grand epic, I'm afraid you'll be greatly disappointed. You might look back on a life well-lived, but that will only be a fleeting moment of introspection in a tiny, insignificant story that no one else will ever tell; or remember.</p><p>Life, broadly construed, cannot be the source of your happiness. You must find that happiness in life more narrowly construed.</p><p>Yesterday, my wife was complaining to me about the lineup of cars she was stuck in as she was driving our daughter to school. When she complained to me, I told her in that in two decades she would give anything to go back to those days. She didn't believe me.</p><p>But then, the next day, stuck in a similar lineup, she felt her mind relax. Instead of becoming frustrated by the traffic, she allowed herself to enjoy the one-on-one time she had with our daughter. They talked, they laughed, they enjoyed each other's company, and neither of them wasted any time thinking about being stuck in traffic.</p><p>It was a small, insignificant moment in a small and insignificant life. Even so, it was far more satisfying than anything else she could have been doing at that moment. Sure, she could have told herself that she was sacrificing herself for the sake of her child's education and eventual entrance into a better life. But that would have been nonsense. The truth is that a better life was always just staring them both in the face. All my wife had to do was stop complaining and start enjoying her daughter's company.</p><p>I'm always surprised when I hear about married people who stop having sex. When you're married, you can have as much sex with your spouse as you both can stand. There is absolutely no rule against it. If you both have some free time and a little privacy, then you both have the ability to do something that a) brings you emotionally closer together, b) improves the quality of your relationship, c) is a lot of fun, d) feels really good, e) instantly improves your mental state... and so on. </p><p>The fact that married people aren't having sex constantly is testament to human beings' tendency to avoid happiness for absolutely no good reason at all. </p><p>It's not just sex, and it's not just traffic. Our whole lives are filled with moments that could either be extremely happy and satisfying, or they could be frustrating and miserable. Why choose miserable? Why not have sex with your spouse? Why not have a good time talking with your daughter when you're stuck in traffic?</p><p>Why not turn on your favorite song? Your stereo is <i>right there</i>, for god's sake. Why not read a good book or watch a good movie? Why not have a laugh? Why not play a game or start a nice conversation? </p><p>Why in the hell, when happiness is all around us, do we invest so much time in being miserable? Life is a long, slow funeral dirge. Why on Earth wouldn't we fill every spare moment with a reason to be happy, no matter how small and insignificant that reason might be? Share a kiss, pick a flower, tell a joke, look up at the clouds and appreciate their beauty. Whatever it is that steals you a moment of peace or satisfaction, take it. There is absolutely no reason to spend a moment feeling frustrated or unhappy when you can instantly improve your quality of life simply by taking a look at what's around you and using it to make yourself slightly happier. </p><p>No matter how you choose to live, you will only live this one life, and you will soon be forgotten. Wouldn't it be better to have enjoyed the time you spent here? Wouldn't it be better that you made yourself happy rather than sad?</p><p>Isn't that what life is all about?<br /></p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-89004246094957034452021-07-29T19:47:00.000-04:002021-07-29T19:47:00.702-04:00Removing The Frame And Dropping The Context<p>In <i>The Real Frank Zappa Book</i>, Zappa wrote:</p><p></p><blockquote>The most important thing in art is The Frame. For painting: literally;
for other arts: figuratively-- because, without this humble appliance,
you can't know where The Art stops and The Real World begins.</blockquote><p>I was thinking about this quote in the context of "political correctness," "cancel culture," and other forms of rigtheous indignation. </p><p>Let's take an old example. There are numerous instances of the n-word's being used throughout the books <i>To Kill A Mockingbird</i>, and <i>The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn</i>. For this reason, both of these books have at times been subjected to bans. The n-word is considered too triggering and hurtful to be included in many libraries and school assignments in today's world. </p><p>And yet, both of these books are not only <i>about</i> racism, they can indeed be considered treaties <i>against</i> racism. In fact, they are quite explicitly about racism against blacks, and in both books, the n-word is used to accurately depict racism while telling a story about how we all ought to overcome racism and treat blacks equally. Part of the message of both of these books is <i>not to use the n-word</i>. The books use the n-word in order to show how ghastly and racist it is to do so. Use of the n-word is presented as an example of people behaving badly, so that the authors can go on to show how people ought to be behaving instead.</p><p>It is only by removing The Frame from these books that we could ever consider their use of the n-word to be hurtful. We remove The Frame by interpreting the dialogue in the books as though it has been spoken today, right now, right in the same room as the reader, possibly <i>directed at the reader</i>. It is only by taking the books in this light that we could ever be offended by their use of the n-word. </p><p>By maintaining The Frame, however, we maintain that these are <i>fictional stories</i>, we observe the behavior within those stories, we reach the end of the book, and we come away with an important moral message: to eschew racism, treat other people as equals, and not use the n-word.</p><p>In short, it's The Frame around "the picture" that enables us to do this. Without The Frame, it's just some old white people using the n-word at us. But with The Frame, they're good stories with important anti-racist messages.</p><p>There are plenty of other, more modern examples out there. Certain jokes told by comedians could be considered hurtful and "problematic," but only if we consciously remove The Frame; only if we deliberately refuse to allow the comedian to tell his or her joke <i>as a work of art or an act of performance</i>. If we instead allow the comedian to play his or her role and put on an act, then our sensibilities can remain intact. Jokes might be made at the expense of us and "our kind," but it's all in good fun. It's all an act. There is A Frame around the picture. It's only hurtful or problematic if we deliberately remove The Frame.</p><p>This is exactly what happens during heckling. When a comedian encounters a heckler, the heckler has decided to remove The Frame from the comedian's act. Every time the comedian tries to tell another joke, the heckler steps in with a comment that removes The Frame and forces the comedian to be a normal person again (rather than an actor). The comment might be something simple, like, "You're not funny!" Or, it might be a case of someone's taking offense at what the comedian has said, and arguing against it. It's then the comedian's task to attempt to best the heckler, reclaim the audience and The Frame, and continue his or her act.</p><p>Here's a really good example of this. Comedian Norm MacDonald tells a joke about teachers, and a teacher in the audience becomes offended. She tries to remove The Frame from MacDonald's act, but he deftly reclaims it:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dAg9M-O9wGo" width="320" youtube-src-id="dAg9M-O9wGo"></iframe></div><br /><p>What makes this so great is the fact that Norm MacDonald is an expert at using hecklers' own tactic against them. When hecklers try to be funny, or try to make a point, Norm MacDonald either refuses to acknowledge the joke or takes their statements very literally. In doing so, he removes the hecklers' own Frame, and takes back control of the situation.</p><p>In every-day interaction, human beings use humor to reach out to one another and let each other know that, despite any difficulties or miscommunications, "we're still friends." When it's properly received, that humor can mend almost any fence. But when the interlocutor refuses to acknowledge the humor - or, as the psychologists call it, the "repair attempt" - the interaction goes sour. The other person has to <i>want</i> to get along with you. If he or she refuses, there isn't much you can do. If they remove your Frame, you can't paint a picture. It's a power-play. They do it to gain the upper hand in the interaction. You can either give it to them, or walk away. </p><p>Another person who wrote about this concept was Ayn Rand. She called it "context-dropping." If you "drop the context" in <i>To Kill A Mockingbird,</i> and instead just focus on the words printed on the page, then the n-word is the n-word, and that's despicable. If you maintain the context, then you see it as a story in which awful people said awful things, and the reader then learns an important message.</p><p>If you maintain the context of a comedy act, then you can hear all kinds of funny jokes. I've had stand-up comedians single me out in the audience before, and tell a few jokes at my expense. I could get really mad and feel insulted, and that would be dropping the context. It would be removing The Frame. Instead, I could appreciate the humor of the situation, laugh at myself a little bit, and have a good time. The choice is mine, but whatever I choose, the situation depends on The Frame, and whether it is allowed to separate the picture from the real world.<br /></p><p></p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-89289537451493416672021-07-16T11:14:00.000-04:002021-07-16T11:14:04.228-04:00The Purple Bicycle<p>When I was in elementary school, the sport of mountain biking was just starting to gain mainstream traction, and given that I lived in Utah, you can only imagine what that would have been like for my peers and me. It was exciting.</p><p>I remember one store in my local shopping mall, called "Pedersen's Ski & Sports." (I Googled it just now, and it appears that the store still exists, although it has relocated from Provo to Layton, Utah.) Throughout the winter, the store was full of skis and ski boots, but during the warmer months, it was stocked bottom to top with bicycles. Bicycles of every color, shape, size, and price-point! It was not a fun "sporting goods store" to go into when I was into basketball, tennis, and soccer; but when I gained an interest in riding a new bicycle, Pedersen's was a dream world.</p><p>I had outgrown my old BMX bike and I wanted something really cool - a nice mountain bike with eighteen gears (more gears is better, right?) shock absorbers (new-fangled devices that I was amazed to find on a bicycle), hand-brakes, and everything else that a little kid might get excited about. One day, my family was at the mall, and I wandered into Pedersen's to look at the bicycles. My eyes gravitated to one that was a metallic grey in color that sort of color-faded into a deep, dark purple. I have no recollection of how good the actual bicycle was, but the color was mesmerizing. I was completely captivated by it.</p><p>For weeks and months, I would go with my parents to the mall on any conceivable pretense, just so that I could get another look at this bike. I would dream about it. I would ride around on my Walmart BMX, pretending that I was riding on this fantastic purple bike instead. I would sit and daydream about it. </p><p>I was totally obsessed. It was a good obsession, though. It gave me something to dream about. It gave me something to hope for: maybe when my birthday or Christmas came, I would discover that my parents gave me an amazing purple bicycle. </p><p>In hindsight, it doesn't matter to me at all that my parents ended up buying me a different bicycle. I was a little disappointed at the time, but what I ended up with was still a really fun, white bicycle that I faithfully rode for years and really loved. I got what I needed; the story has a happy ending.</p><p>However, this morning I was thinking about that purple bicycle in the context of dreaming about it. My white bicycle ended up being my next, beloved bicycle, but that purple bicycle was <i>my dream</i>. Every child deserves to dream about something. And what I realized was that I never would have had that dream in the first place, had I not grown up at a time and in a place where shopping malls existed and products could be displayed and demoed to random children window shopping as their parents ran errands.</p><p>Today, I shop almost entirely online. I don't step into a store if I can help it, because going into a store is an annoying waste of time for me. Besides, I can usually find a better price online, anyway. So, my life is much better now that I can avoid malls and stick to online retailers. </p><p>I wonder how <i>my kids</i> feel about it, though. They don't have a frame of reference for going to malls and checking out what new toys exist, so they don't really know what they're missing out on. But I know that they're not getting as much exposure to the array of available toys and bicycles and items of interest as I did when I was their age. </p><p>An ascetic might argue that they are able to content themselves with the simpler things they can easily access: drawing pads, educational lessons, Amazon Echo games, and so forth. But how much more fun might they be having if they had access to <i>a dream?</i> Again, the fondness I have for the memory of that purple bicycle wasn't that I actually got to own it and ride it every day. No, the fondness I have for that memory is that it was a really beautiful, simple dream for a young boy. I wanted a cool bike, and that was the coolest bike I had ever seen. And I allowed myself to dream about it every day.</p><p>What do my kids dream about if they don't pass by bicycle stores with purple bikes on display? That's for me to find out. And to nurture.</p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-26442561302935612602021-07-05T08:40:00.005-04:002021-07-05T08:40:33.194-04:00On Trusting Experts<p>In 2019, I had a lot of friends who encouraged people to "trust the experts." A common criticism they made was to denigrate people who had "done their research," which was usually maligned to be something like watching three hours of ideologically motivated YouTube videos. The basic idea was that "Karen" and her having "done her research" was no match for an expert's years of study and advanced degree.</p><p>2020, of course, put an end to that sort of argument, at least as far as I've observed. No need to rehash the details here. The so-called "experts" gave befuddling and contradictory advice on managing the COVID-19 crisis, and then shut down the country for a year or more while the global economy ground to a halt. It was a disaster. Importantly, many of these same friends I had stopped criticizing people for "doing their research" and instead started criticizing people for "trusting the experts." </p><p>These friends of mine were always on the side of what I would consider to be "the truth." That is, when the experts were largely correct, so were my friends; when the experts were largely incorrect, my friends were great sources of better information. But on the <i>moral issue</i> of advising people to trust experts, they flip-flopped.</p><p>As for me, I never criticized people for "doing their own research," because that's precisely what I believe everyone <i>should</i> do. No one should ever take for granted the idea that the experts probably know what they're doing. One should always verify information; and the more controversial or the more widespread the impact of that information, the more important it is to verify it. This kind of attitude comes easy to a type 1 diabetic, because we diabetics often know more about our condition than most of the doctors in our communities. We certainly know more about our own bodies than the "experts." We are used to "doing our own research" and arriving at life-saving conclusions to better manage our lives and our blood sugar.<br /></p><p>Today, many people (say, about half the country) still insist on "trusting the experts" or "following the science" or whatever the canard happens to be. This morning, I thought about a hypothetical scenario that might help them understand the value and importance of skepticism.</p><p>Imagine you're a woman who has recently gone to her doctor to get a prescription for birth control, for the first time. You fill the prescription and start taking the pill. Very soon, you notice that your body feels very different. In fact, it feels awful. You're really uncomfortable all the time and you're struggling to just be normal. So, you go back to your doctor. He tells you that this is a common set of symptoms and that many women take time to adjust to the birth control pill. He advises you to stick with it. So, you do.</p><p>But months go by, and your discomfort doesn't let up even a little bit. Every time you think about going back to the doctor, you remember what he said. Some days you figure that you probably just need a little more time to adjust. Other days, you shrug and figure that even if there is some kind of underlying problem here, going back to the doctor is pointless, since he'll probably just tell you the same thing again, anyway.</p><p>One day, you come across a website or an internet forum of some kind, where many women describe symptoms a lot like yours, and many of them insist that the problem went away when they switched to a different kind of birth control pill. You know it's not real medical advice, but the women all seem very emphatic, so you figure, what will it hurt to try a different pill?</p><p>You make an appointment with a new doctor, you tell her that you want to try a new birth control pill. She shrugs and says sure, you can try it. She writes you a new prescription, which you fill. You make the switch and, sure enough, your symptoms let up a bit, and then a lot, and then after a few weeks, you feel completely normal again. You're back to your old self.</p><p>If you've ever been through something like this - or know someone who has - then chances are, you already understand the value of being skeptical of "the experts." You have gained some familiarity with internet research and you have an informed opinion of which other patients to listen to, and which to take with a grain of salt. You have developed a more nuanced understanding of which kinds of risks are worth taking, and which are not.<br /></p><p>In doing so, you have equipped yourself with the tools required to verify the information that the nation's "experts" are giving you, and you have come to a point where you feel confident in the kind of research you are willing and able to do on your own time. There should be more people like you in the world, and fewer people out there who blindly trust "experts" just because they're "experts."<br /></p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-56433603961952554432021-07-04T10:02:00.001-04:002021-07-04T10:02:15.118-04:00Why It's Important To Get The Diagnosis Correct<p>I have seen multiple people on social media and in the media attempting to make the She'carri Richardson marijuana issue into a racial matter. I think this is an incredibly bad idea, and will here attempt to explain why, being as brief as possible.</p><p>First let me state that, unlike many of the commentators on this issue, I have actually been involved in amateur athletics. I have known perhaps a dozen Olympic competitors and many dozens of NCAA athletes, including myself. That means that I have firsthand knowledge of the kinds of problems athletes face when it comes to the draconian rules foisted upon amateur athletes and the somewhat arbitrary enforcement of those rules.</p><p>Second, let me state in as emphatic terms as possible that many if not most of the rules governing amateur athletes are utterly preposterous and ought to be eliminated. This includes the rule against marijuana use. While my readers know that I am adamantly opposed to recreational drug use, I am also a fervent believer in both marijuana legalization and and end to the continued hounding of people who simply choose to live life differently than I do. But the laundry list of terrible rules that amateur athletes are subjected to is long and far more problematic than the rules surrounding marijuana. It is <i><b>all </b></i>of these rules that must be changed or eliminated, not merely this one rule about marijuana.</p><p>Finally, regarding the racial angle of this issue: By turning this matter into a question of racism, we allow the olympic committees and other amateur athletic governing bodies to continue to enforce these absurd rules while lazily promising to do something about racism. Racism, while terrible, is not the problem with amateur sports. The horrible list of preposterous rules athletes face is the real issue. We should not deflect from that issue with a sideshow about racism just because complaining about racism currently happens to be chic. If the olympic committees solved their race problems overnight, She'carri Richardson would <i><b>still </b></i>be in trouble for using marijuana. Is that what we want? No! We want - or should want - an end to the list of ridiculous rules we saddle innocent competitors with. </p><p>So, please, I beg of you, stop making this a racial issue. The issue is not race or racism. The issue is that these oppressive athletic organizations and governing bodies heap unreasonable rules upon all athletes. The mere existence of these rules is bad enough, but allowing them to continue also allows the administrators to choose who they will punish, when, and how; which, in turn, allows them to subject athletes to the administrators' private biases as well.</p><p>We will never fix these problems if we continue to misdiagnose them. In this case, race is not the problem. Bad rules and bad governance are the problems.<br /></p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-66863701046006718372021-05-21T14:52:00.004-04:002021-05-21T14:52:25.124-04:00Why Social Media Is A Glorified Chatbot<p></p><div data-contents="true"><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="4bcuh-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="4bcuh-0-0"><span data-offset-key="4bcuh-0-0"></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="3vcas-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="3vcas-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3vcas-0-0"><span data-text="true">Some of you may be aware of the fact that I do some work with AI chatbots professionally. For the last two weeks or so, in my own spare time and for personal edification, I've been playing with a consumer-grade chatbot AI called "Replika."</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="cfs2s-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="cfs2s-0-0"><span data-offset-key="cfs2s-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="6dk5r-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="6dk5r-0-0"><span data-offset-key="6dk5r-0-0"><span data-text="true">The way it works is: </span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="39mua-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="39mua-0-0"><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span data-offset-key="39mua-0-0"><span data-text="true">You type something to the bot.</span></span><span data-offset-key="f3kaq-0-0"><span data-text="true"> </span></span></li><li><span data-offset-key="f3kaq-0-0"><span data-text="true">The bot processes what you say via Natural Language Understanding, and figures out what you mean probabilistically.</span></span><span data-offset-key="39mua-0-0"><span data-text="true"></span></span><span data-offset-key="a7jk7-0-0"><span data-text="true"> </span></span></li><li><span data-offset-key="a7jk7-0-0"><span data-text="true">The bot then selects from a pool of available responses based on its internal algorithms. </span></span><span data-offset-key="39mua-0-0"></span></li></ol></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="4h5ah-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="4h5ah-0-0"><span data-offset-key="4h5ah-0-0"></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="6j8rq-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="6j8rq-0-0"><span data-offset-key="6j8rq-0-0"><span data-text="true">The bot's responses are composed based on training data, so you won't get the same answer every time (unless you repeatedly ask the same question), with the goal being a response that is a lot like something a "real person" would say. Maybe, in fact, a real person DID say that very thing in response to a similar statement made by some other real person in some chat log years ago. This is the nature of training an AI conversation-bot.</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="6hdaq-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="6hdaq-0-0"><span data-offset-key="6hdaq-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="2ql0k-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="2ql0k-0-0"><span data-offset-key="2ql0k-0-0"><span data-text="true">Now, consider social media. Social media works in a similar way:</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="bubeb-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="7oq22-0-0"><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span data-offset-key="7oq22-0-0"><span data-text="true">You type something into the "create post" box.</span></span><span data-offset-key="bm9hr-0-0"><span data-text="true"> </span></span></li><li><span data-offset-key="bm9hr-0-0"><span data-text="true">The social medium processes this information through its own algorithmic understanding of you (your profile info, your past posts, your friends and their profile info, etc.).</span></span><span data-offset-key="7oq22-0-0"><span data-text="true"></span></span><span data-offset-key="91g3t-0-0"><span data-text="true"> </span></span></li><li><span data-offset-key="91g3t-0-0"><span data-text="true">The medium then selects from an available pool of *respondents* based on its internal algorithms.</span></span><span data-offset-key="7oq22-0-0"></span></li></ol></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="egrrv-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="egrrv-0-0"><span data-offset-key="egrrv-0-0"></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="aff0a-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="aff0a-0-0"><span data-offset-key="aff0a-0-0"><span data-text="true">These respondents are guaranteed to respond to your post in a way that is just as predictable as what happens when you feed an AI chat log data. (Sorry, I don't mean *YOUR* response; *YOU* are of course a thoroughly unique unicorn. But OTHER people are more predictable than you...)</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="6ppml-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="6ppml-0-0"><span data-offset-key="6ppml-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="13kdk-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="13kdk-0-0"><span data-offset-key="13kdk-0-0"><span data-text="true">At a psychological level, a Facebook user will have the same experience as a user of "Replika AI." I type my feelings into a box, and an algorithm decides what kind of response I receive. In the Replika UI, you can even give "likes" and other reactions to responses you receive, so that the algorithm can update its understanding of what "drives engagement" and respond to you accordingly in the future. Remind you of anything?</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="4nsph-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="4nsph-0-0"><span data-offset-key="4nsph-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="5egfr-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="5egfr-0-0"><span data-offset-key="5egfr-0-0"><span data-text="true">I submit that the social media experience is no more "real" than my experience with an AI chatbot. Especially if you spend a lot of time discussing politics, or sports, or etc., you are feeding utterances into an algorithm, which then serves you algorithmically driven "content." It doesn't necessarily matter that Bob *REALLY SAID* that you were a dumb so-and-so; what matters is that the algorithm had a certain prediction that X number of "Bobs" would respond to your post in a certain way, and crafted your user experience accordingly. </span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="3b37d-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="3b37d-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3b37d-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="3ulrf-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="3ulrf-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3ulrf-0-0"><span data-text="true">In short, social media isn't really social. Maybe it was, once upon a time, but now it's not. If you want to have a meaningful social interaction with someone, you have to do it one-on-one. You can still use technology to do it, but if you're just posting things into the ether or following online discussions and interjecting where you see fit, then you are essentially having a one-way conversation with an AI. </span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="e5vfh-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="e5vfh-0-0"><span data-offset-key="e5vfh-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="5so4k" data-offset-key="ain9f-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="ain9f-0-0"><span data-offset-key="ain9f-0-0"><span data-text="true">Coming to this realization has completely reshaped my understanding of the internet. I hope it will reshape yours, too.</span></span></div></div></div>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-53477337140037319052021-05-19T15:52:00.003-04:002021-05-19T15:52:54.461-04:00When Does Something Become Racism?<p>I've been thinking a lot about so-called "Critical Race Theory" and its relationship to actual, run-of-the-mill racism. Truth be told, there's a lot to dislike about CRT, but it's been difficult for me to express exactly what is wrong about it. Meanwhile, I've read a lot of analyses from academics who are critical of CRT, and their explanations - while very valuable and compelling - seem to fall short of explaining why I think CRT is nothing more than a new form of racism.</p><p>Then, the other day, the issue clicked with me.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;">A Victim Narrative</h3><p>Let us begin by considering plain, old racism. Let's take an example that everyone already agrees on: nazi-style white supremacy. We all agree that white supremacy is invidious racism, so this works as a viable starting point from which to build.</p><p>White supremacy has a fundamental contradiction, which is that it is not actually about the <i>supremacy</i> of the white race at all. Instead, white supremacy is a victim narrative. According to white supremacists, other races are to blame for all the problems that white people face. Other races, through immigration, interracial marriage, and cultural proliferation, are upending the traditional lifestyle of an "old-timey" white supremacist. That is, there was supposedly some set of halcyon days, way back when, and back then the white race was everything it was supposed to be. Then, the story goes, along came other races, which caused all sorts of problems. </p><p>Obviously, a narrative like this does not describe a superior race, but an inferior one. A truly superior race would be able to easily counteract the influences of other races on national culture. A superior race would be so obviously superior that all other races would want to be more like it. But that's not what white supremacists think or claim. White supremacists claim to be <i>victims</i> of other races. </p><h3 style="text-align: left;">Why Cultural Pride Is <i>Not</i> Racism</h3><div>This inherent victim narrative also sheds light on why non-whites who have always been proud of their own unique cultures are not committing racism or cultural supremacy when they celebrate their own cultures. Namely, there is no victim narrative in celebrating one's own culture.</div><div><br /></div><div>Take Black History Month, for example. Traditionally, "Black History Month" has been a celebration of black historical figures and the important contributions they've made. We learn about objectively great people like Harriet Tubman, who helped human beings escape from slavery; Duke Ellington, who elevated the intellectual rigor of jazz music to the same level as Western Classical music; and Alexandre Dumas, who became one of the most successful writers of his time, so successful in a white-dominated culture that many if not most people in that culture don't even realize that he's black at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>What all of these stories have in common (aside from the obvious) is that they don't pander to a victim narrative. Tubman's story is about triumph over slavery, not about the plight of enslaved people. Ellington's story is about his magnificent creative mind, not about the biases that kept him from growing into the genius that he was. Dumas' story is simply about being a great author and a charismatic person. </div><div><br /></div><div>And so it is with any cultural heritage celebration. For the most part, people are celebrating the things that make their cultures unique: art, music, cuisine, history, a common story. They're not exalting in their status as oppressed people, they're just enjoying themselves. Without a victim narrative, there can be no objection. Loving one's own culture is no different than loving one's own family or appreciating the color of one's own hair.</div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">But Then, Resentment Appears</h3><div>Unfortunately, practitioners of Critical Race Theory, and those ordinary people who have become enamored of its teachings, do in fact promote a victim narrative. What began as a celebration of their own uniqueness veered into resentment. It is this resentment that I argue is racism.</div><div><br /></div><div>During the Rwandan genocide, there existed a victim narrative similar to the white supremacist one. The Hutus blamed the Tutsis for their comparatively low station and exacted their revenge. It was this resentment that enabled a political dispute to fester into a genocide. We all have our differences with all kinds of people, but when we allow those disagreements to grow into pure resentment, and when we build that resentment into a victim narrative, then that's when we've become racists; and racism is never that far away from ethnic cleansing.</div><div><br /></div><div>The defining feature of CRT, even beyond all the postmodernist academic mumbo-jumbo, is the resentment. CRT is primarily about advancing a victim narrative of "structural racism" that permeates all social interactions. As a self-contained system, it works. That is, it appears to me that CRT is at least internally consistent. I'll let the academics debate the truth value of CRT's fundamental claims, such as they are. </div><div><br /></div><div>But the real problem, the one thing that makes Critical Race Theory a kind of racism, is the fact that CRT's primary focus is resentment. Notice that this resentment is even fixated on a single group of people: whites, and primarily cisgendered white males. The <i>entire world</i> is the terrible place it is thanks mainly to cisgendered white males, so claims CRT. The problems that exist out there can ultimately traced back to them.</div><div><br /></div><div>So we can see that Critical Race Theory is merely racism in a fancy hat. But I would even go one step further and suggest that CRT's fixation on a single, easily identifiable group of people as the villains of the whole story creates an incredibly dangerous situation.</div>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-89012243083237725762021-05-04T08:33:00.000-04:002021-05-04T08:33:04.523-04:00You All Keep Telling Me I'm Wrong, But...<p>Here it is, <a href="https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/infamous-club-kids-killer-michael-aligs-cause-of-death-revealed/ar-BB1gjGoz?ocid=uxbndlbing" target="_blank">straight from the horse's mouth</a>:</p><p></p><blockquote>"I was responsible because I made the decision to do drugs," Alig said. "And when I made that decision I wasn't on drugs."</blockquote><p><a href="https://www.stationarywaves.com/2011/07/amy-winehouse-non-cogit-non-est.html" target="_blank">One of my more controversial blog posts</a> put it this way:</p><p></p><p></p><blockquote><p></p><p>Drug use is a conscious act of self-abnegation. As such, every time a person takes a drug - any drug - they are turning their backs on their own lives. This is not merely because drugs are deadly (and they are). This is because the original motivation to consume drugs in the first place is an act of self-abnegation. Oneself, one's own thoughts, one's own life becomes temporarily insufficient (on any level, even a trivial one), and the drug becomes the remedy. Long day? Don't work it out, forget about it - take drugs. Party not fun enough for you? Don't take it upon yourself to liven up your social situation, forget about it - take drugs. Bored? Don't develop an interesting hobby or creative pursuit, forget about it - take drugs. Not feeling adequate? Have some problems? Take the easy way out, take drugs...</p><p></p><p>Such is the motivation behind each and every instance of drug use, from a child sniffing glue to the death of a famous singer. In all instances, the solution to a personal problem is resolved not by thoughts, choices, and actions, but by a short-acting drug that delays the working out of a solution. The goal is always to stop thinking as a stand-alone being - to either become one with the drugs or to not think at all.</p><p>This is death.</p></blockquote><p></p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-65392267422360946732021-04-12T09:35:00.002-04:002021-04-12T09:35:07.560-04:00What's Your Agenda?<p>As time goes on, the better I appreciate the perspective of people like Thomas Sowell, who has mostly stayed out of the libertarian "scene" because he's not a joiner. For understandable reasons, he doesn't want to join a crowd of like-minded people. Instead, he prefers to use his mind to follow the facts and lead him to his own conclusions. </p><p>Of course, everyone <i>says</i> that this is what they do. Everyone <i>says</i> that they just analyze the facts and the data and make up their minds accordingly. The truth is, however, that most people filter their information through ideology. They embrace or privilege any fact that fits their preconceived notions and reject or penalize any fact that stands in opposition to what they <i>want</i> to be true. And, true enough, nobody's perfect.</p><p>Still, imperfection is one thing; actively fostering confirmation bias is something else entirely. Anyone who knows what confirmation bias is ought to be actively engaged in avoiding it. Sadly, many people know what it is, and work actively to promote it anyway.</p><p>For example: I recently saw a web-comic that claimed that all those who oppose allowing transsexual girls to compete with cisgendered girls in girls' competitive sports are really just bigoted against transsexuals. The exact claim was that you don't have to scratch very far beneath the surface to uncover anti-trans bias. I responded to this web-comic with some biological facts about how testosterone impacts athletic performance, and concluded my comment by saying that I didn't think everyone who is reluctant to allow such competition is automatically biased against transsexuals. The reply? "I never said that they were." No, the person to whom I addressed my comment did not - but <i>the comic that we were all discussing sure did!</i> How did that context get dropped?</p><p>Second example: In a discussion about how more people die from suicide by hand guns than are murdered by long guns, a friend of mine quoted someone who was arguing in favor of greater restrictions on hand guns. I emphasized a point in that quote, highlighting the fact that hand guns aren't seen to be as "spooky" as, say, AR-15s, and thus they don't get as much attention in gun control debates. Many people responded, essentially asking me what my point was. But that <i>was</i> my point. All of it. I didn't have a further agenda.</p><p>What these two examples highlight is a practice I've taken on recently, which I do increasingly more often. Rather than make a broad and all-encompassing argument in favor of X or Y, I like to find a simple point that every reasonable person can agree with, and highlight it. It has to be a factual point, and it has to be mostly unobjectionable. What I find is that highlighting this point also tends to highlight my interlocutors' own cognitive biases. They think I'm trying to "get them" (actual verbatim quote of one such person, by the way), when they've merely "gotten <i>themselves</i>."</p><p>To correct their opinions, they'll either have to come up with different reasoning for the same conclusion, or refine their reasoning to account for an undisputed fact that favors the other side. <i>That's</i> my agenda. Sticking to and emphasizing the bald facts and forcing people to consider them when they articulate their own points. </p><p>Their doing so will make us all better off.</p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-55476356500603621852021-03-26T07:45:00.002-04:002021-03-26T07:45:34.472-04:00"Long Covid"<p>The news of the day is that so-called "long covid," persistent cases of COVID-19 that never seem to go away even after months, is possibly not real. Much of the data documenting "long covid" consists of self-reported survey data collected by an organization lead by "spiritualists," and many of the symptoms associated with it are identical to the scientifically debunked "chronic Lyme disease."</p><p>What could be going on here?</p><p>When I read about this, I'm struck by my own personal experiences. Diabetics like myself often take a long time to fight even simple things like the flu and the common cold. Such is life with a weakened immune system. A cold that other people get over in two or three days can sometimes persist in my body for two or three weeks. This is a fact: I can't "fake" or imagine three weeks of a runny nose. </p><p>Coughs and chest congestion are somewhat easier to fake and/or imagine. One can truly believe that there's something in one's chest without there actually being something there. Headaches, fevers (especially mild ones), body pains, lethargy, fatigue, and so on, are all symptoms that can be imagined just as well as they can be experienced in reality. Put slightly differently, these symptoms are as real when they are psychosomatic as they are when they are the result of a viral infection.</p><p>When I was a young boy, I caught some stomach bug. My family and I were all downstairs watching MacGuyver when a sudden wave of nausea swept over me, and I threw up all over the carpet. I felt physically awful, but I was also mortified by the fact that I had just puked in front of everyone, that I hadn't had enough time to run to the bathroom. I can still see it in my memories as clear as day. Rightly or wrongly, the experience got into my head and stuck with me a long time. I developed a bit of a "complex" over it. For months - years? - I had to sleep on my stomach with a pan beside the bed. Every little twitch and gurgle in my stomach seemed like evidence that I was going to vomit. I'd wake up in the middle of the night with an imaginary stomach ache and sit with my bed pan, trembling, waiting to throw up. I'd run into the bathroom and just wait.</p><p>You could say that I was suffering from "long stomach flu." I had a little mental thing that I eventually out-grew. But were my stomach pains and gurgles real? Absolutely. One of the things that cured me was the realization that I could make myself feel nauseous just by thinking about it, and that before I knew it, things were really gurgling in there. </p><p>The root cause of my "long stomach flu" was fear. I had had a real stomach bug which, when combined with a situation that seemed traumatic for a little kid, because a genuine and perhaps justified fear in my mind. Then the fear took over and manifested itself in physical symptoms that lasted a truly long time. To this day, I'm a bit scared to vomit, and I try to avoid it if at all possible - even when it would probably help me feel better. </p><p>But the stomach flu is small potatoes compared to COVID-19. Today, society is confronted with an illness that, when serious, results in hospitalization, intubation, scarring of the lung and heart tissue, terrible fevers, and slow suffocation to death. Even when it's not a serious case, patients are forced to wonder if they will eventually develop deadly symptoms, and the timeframe between minor covid and terminal covid appears to be days. That is genuinely terrifying. As for those of us who have not been infected, COVID-19 has held us captive indoors, forced us to wear masks in public, stolen hugs and handshakes from us, paralyzed our economy, and created a kind of mass hysteria that many believe to be completely justified. </p><p>In short, COVID-19 is terrifying enough to make manifest any number of psychosomatic symptoms, even in people who have never been infected by it. Rather than dismiss their suffering, we should compassionately acknowledge it; but, we should acknowledge it for what it is.</p><p>Those patients who must recover from pulmonary and myocardial scarring will probably take a long time to return to noromal. This is to be expected, since wounds take time to heal. During that time, such people will probably feel weak and sometimes lightheaded from lack of oxygen and/or low blood pressure, and/or any other predictable symptoms that come from such a significant cardiovascular ordeal. COVID-19 is certainly not unique in its ability to cause this kind of lengthy recovery. Pneumonia of various causes will produce a similar long recovery in patients who experience severe cases.</p><p>As for those patients who have few remaining physical signs of a COVID-19 infection, and still report spooky-but-vague "long covid" symptoms like aches and head "fog" and fatigue, it seems more likely to me that they are struggling with fear and psychosomatic problems. That's okay! We've all been through quite an ordeal with COVID-19, even those who never contracted it. </p><p>We should not, however, sink over a billion dollars of public funds into chasing a phantom. Treat people with compassion and listen to their stories. Hug them and give them emotional support. But encourage them to rise above their fears, or at least to be aware of them. The last thing anyone needs is a false excuse to be coddled.</p><p>I'll say one final thing in closing. Early in the pandemic, I noticed that the number of people claiming in casual conversation to be "high risk for covid" seemed to exceed expectations based on disease prevalence. That is, a lot of people seemed to be adopting an "out of my way, I'm high-risk!" attitude. This attitude was not without its rewards. Remember that early in the pandemic, grocery stores had reserved shopping hours for high-risk populations. High-risk people were first to be admitted to the hospital, first to receive medical treatment, first to receive the covid vaccine. They also received extra lenience from their employers, and extra patience from friends and family. There were, and are, <i>many</i> incentives for people to claim high-risk status with respect to COVID-19.</p><p>Thus, it is not out of the question that many people who make these claims, and who make claims about "long covid" are, in fact, manifesting some form of Munchausen Syndrome, feigning illness for attention, sympathy, or personal benefit. <br /></p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-57931269985923277232021-03-23T10:41:00.003-04:002021-03-23T10:41:36.552-04:00Boys Don't Cry<p>A friend of mine on social media posted a web comic yesterday about "toxic masculinity." The gist of the web comic was that "toxic masculinity" was essentially the insistence that boys not cry or show any emotion or hint of struggle. When boys encounter pain or difficult, we should be strong, keep a stiff upper lip, hold our emotions in. The argument is that this insistence that men suppress their emotions is the essence of "toxic masculinity."</p><p>A few things are worth noting here.</p><p>First, I don't think this is quite what women have in mind when they complain about "toxic masculinity." Sure, women would prefer it if men were better communicating about their emotions, but compared to things like rape and rape culture, men's emotional intelligence is really a secondary concern. </p><p>Second, it's true that men and boys are often encouraged to suppress their negative emotions, and it's undeniable that this takes a toll on our mental health.</p><p>But most importantly, I'd like to point out that there is an explanation for this that doesn't involve "the patriarchy." <a href="https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/22610834/#:~:text=Girls%20exhibited%20superior%20emotion%20regulation%20and%20executive%20functioning,may%20play%20important%20roles%20in%20children's%20neurocognitive%20functioning." target="_blank">We know that among children, girls' emotional regulation is superior to that of boys</a>. We also know that mothers of girls show better emotional regulation than mothers of boys. Taken together, what this implies is that young boys will tend toward more emotional outbreaks than young girls, and that the children's mothers will respond better to the girls than to the boys. "Stop crying!" isn't some nascent, diabolical, patriarchical social conditioning ingrained into us; it might simply be that children with worse emotional regulation are more often told to stop crying.</p><p>Once parents have practiced telling their boys to stop crying and suck it up long enough, it turns into a habit. Through that habituation, it becomes a mantra, and boys end up with more emotional repression than women do. </p><p>Granted, some boys probably <i>are</i> told to stop crying for social reasons. In my family, we were all (boys and girls) socialized to be emotionally repressed, and that's caused a lot of problems for us. My point here is not that there is one, single, non-patriarchical cause for all male emotional repression. My point is merely that this phenomenon can happen <i>even when it has nothing to do with the patriarchy</i>. </p><p>And, in general, we should resist and be skeptical of any intellectual framework that seeks to tie all social problems to a single, underlying cause. </p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-32046394332091979432021-03-16T13:50:00.001-04:002021-03-16T13:50:30.266-04:00Mindset<p> After having gone through a year's worth of unexplained symptoms and puzzled doctors, in October of 2009, I finally received a frantic call from my primary care physician, telling me to go to the hospital as soon as I possibly could. I arrived at about two o'clock in the afternoon, and was rushed through a series of interviews I can barely remember now. There seem to have been a couple of triage points, several conversations with a nurse practitioner, a lot of waiting around, and then finally a rather anti-climactic visit from an endocrine specialist.</p><p>In her Irish accent, she told me, "I don't quite know how to tell you this, but you're diabetic, and..." She trailed off briefly, probably considering whether there was anything emotionally helpful she could provide for me in that moment. Then, apparently deciding that there wasn't, she continued, "We're going to give you an insulin shot today, and--and you're going to be on insulin for the rest of your life."</p><p>"What?!"</p><p>"Yeah..." she told me. Then she said something that I don't remember, which somewhat conveyed empathy, but which also conveyed the urgency with which she needed to inject insulin into me.</p><p>From there, I was led into another room, where another nurse introduced me to my first insulin pen. I hadn't had time to process what was happening to me. This had all happened within about 30 minutes, and the part where I found out that I was henceforth an insulin-dependent diabetic had only happened a couple of minutes ago. These people wouldn't let me catch my breath. I was being rushed from one end of the ward to the next, from room to room, person to person, each one hurrying through a set of instructions that I don't remember; that I never had any chance of ever remembering in the first place. </p><p>The nurse who showed me the insulin pen quickly went through instructions on how to give myself an injection. The tutorial was over in less than a minute, at which point she sort of gestured toward all the paraphernalia in between us and said, "Do you want me to help you with your first shot?"</p><p>That was it.</p><p>The confusion in my mind suddenly melted away. Everything sort of melted away, everything except a sense of purpose. I said, "Well, I might as well get used to it now. I'll be doing it for the rest of my life." I took the needle and the insulin pen, pulled off the seal, screwed the needle onto the pen, dialed in my dose, jabbed it into my stomach, and pressed the button.</p><p>I've been a diabetic ever since.</p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p>While I didn't know everything there was to know about managing my diet as a type 1 diabetic, a similar shift happened to me when I got home that evening. One day, I was eating ice cream cake and jalapeno poppers, the next day I was meticulously counting my carbohydrates and denying myself anything that required an injection. </p><p>I don't know how it works for other people, but that's how it worked for me. There was no use crying about every meal I was going to eat from then on. There was no use complaining about it. There was no use comparing my new diet to the freedom and decadence I had enjoyed as a normal, healthy twenty-something only a few hours before. Once my mind had absorbed the fact that I was a type 1 diabetic, my behavior followed. </p><p>Adjusting to a new chronic condition isn't easy, especially if you really enjoyed the life you had lead up to that point. But my thinking was, <i>what other choice do I have?</i> It wasn't as if I could go back to living in a world in which I wasn't diabetic. The task at that point was to figure out how to thrive under my current set of conditions, not despair over what those conditions were. It did take me a long time to fully <i>emotionally</i> accept my condition, but that was a grieving process, not a struggle against reality.</p><p>Grief itself is a natural part of human existence. We all grieve. For most people, grief - however emotionally significant it is - does not put a halt to the other aspects of our lives. Grief makes us sad, and causes us to think carefully about the present state of our lives. It isn't a denial of reality, but rather an acknowledgement of it: the person we loved is now gone, the life we led is now impossible, the precious thing we had is now lost. Whatever the cause, grief is a transition from one set of circumstances to another. If someone fails to make the transition, that failure <i>isn't caused by the grief</i>, but by our own refusal to evolve.</p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p>Granted, some transitions are easier than others. When a man becomes a diabetic, he transitions from a general identity, like "I am a man," to a new identity that involves the condition: "I am a <i>diabetic man</i>." Seeking out that new identity and discovering what it means on a personal level is a large part of the journey itself. Strange as it may sound to some, I consider this to be an easier transition than when we lose a loved one. I can become a diabetic man, but a man who loses a father cannot become a man without a father. Once you have a father, you are always a person with a father, even after you lose him. </p><p>So, I <i>do</i> understand that some transitions are harder than others, that some grief is more uniquely difficult to overcome, and that one person's struggles don't always map with parity to another person's struggles.</p><p>Even so, grief is a transition. No matter how difficult, and no matter how long it takes to fully process, grief is a doorway into another room, a next chapter of life. (Luckily for us, not every new chapter of life requires that we grieve to make the transition!) What some struggle with is acknowledging that the previous chapter has already ended; that room no longer exists. Either we step through our grief, into the new room, or we try to exist in a nothing-space, an emotional nether-region.</p><p>What we can't do is go backwards.</p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p>A friend of mine recently committed to making a positive change toward better health and fitness. He made his commitment public in a bid to keep himself accountable. I congratulated him and made myself available to him; after all, I do happen to know a few things about health and fitness. He confessed that he felt a little intimidated by me, and said, "Anyone who has run 30+ miles has a different set of mental skills than me."</p><p>This is a good friend, but <i>clearly</i> he doesn't read my blog, ha ha...</p><p>I wanted to tell him about the power of mindset. I wanted to tell him about my firm belief, confirmed again and again in a variety of different experiences, that everyone has all the same stuff. After all, we are all human beings. While our genetics all differ slightly, none of us is so different that he has a completely different mental skill set. </p><p>I also wanted to explain to him that this very notion, the idea that something immutable between us has caused me to pursue a lifetime of fitness while causing him to pursue something else entirely, is <i>the</i> belief that limits his progress. The worst thing we can ever tell ourselves as we pursue a goal is that we are fundamentally incapable of being the kind of person who excels at such goals. </p><p>No, the <i>first step</i> toward achieving any goal is acknowledging the reality that such a goal is achievable by <i>people like us</i>. Why pursue something if, by definition, you're not the kind of person who can attain it? Instead, we must reach for our aspirations under the belief that, truly, <i>we can do it</i>. That doesn't mean for certain that we will, but isn't it nice to know that it's possible? Indeed, isn't it <i>necessary</i> to know that it's possible? Has anyone <i>ever</i> achieved the impossible?</p><p>I don't recall ever hearing an Olympian explain in an interview, "I knew all along that everyone else was faster than I am and that I didn't have the right stuff to win an Olympic gold medal, but by the end of the race - <i>gee whiz! -</i> I had won!"</p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p>Of course, mindset isn't merely about achieving something. The <i>reason</i> that sorting out your mindset has the <i>effect</i> of helping you achieve something is because if we fixate on our limiting beliefs or on transitions we haven't been able to make, then new things we want to do are just off the table. In a way, it's less about having a "positive mindset" than it is about <i>not</i> having a <i>negative</i> one. </p><p>Any <strike>pessimist</strike> realist will tell you that positive thinking isn't enough to get you where you want to be. You also have to put in all the hard work, and get a few lucky breaks along the way, and eventually serendipity happens. However, negative thinking will definitely screw you over before you even get started. </p><p>And if that's what negative thinking does to your attempts at achieving something, think about what it does for your daily life. We don't always want to get up and get ready for work in the morning, but who do you think is going to have a better day: the man who groans and grumbles and frowns and complains the whole time, or the man who focuses his attention on whatever he has to look forward to that day? </p><p>I can tell you from experience that my days pass a lot more quickly when I get to drive my daughter to her ballet class once a week. Those are simply wonderful days. We hurry to get ready, and then we drive together, just the two of us, to her class; we listen to our favorite music as we drive, or else we have a nice conversation together. Then she goes to class, and I go for a walk around the scenic neighborhoods surrounding her dance studio. When it's over, we drive home, she tells me about her class, and then we get takeout from a favorite restaurant and everybody sits upstairs eating and watching our favorite TV shows. It's become a whole ritual, one that we all look forward to, and one that we all find very satisfying. </p><p>Not every day can be that fun, but simply by virtue of the fact that my Wednesday evenings are so nice, my Wednesday work days pass by quickly and happily. That's a positive mindset for you.</p><p>You might have had a "divorced friend," a friend who went through a particularly bad break-up, and it soured his or her perspective on everything. So every time you talk with your friend about your own spouse or partner, your comments are met with derision, or sarcasm, or else steered toward a rant about your friend's ex and how bad they made everything. How much fun is it to spend time with these people? </p><p>A few days ago, I wrote about how, after going through my own break up, I decided to turn myself into the kind of person who my ideal partner would want to date; unlike other people I knew, who allowed their break-ups to make them cynical. I think the results speak for themselves.</p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p>All of these things come down to having the right <i>mindset</i>. Whether you're trying to overcome a bad situation, trying to achieve something remarkable, trying to lose weight, trying to find the love of your life, or just trying to make it through Wednesday, having the right mindset is the power that will carry you through.</p><p>And if it doesn't? You're <i>still</i> not out anything, because you will have spent most of the day thinking positive things and being happy, rather than thinking negative things and being sad. I'm not a fan of Pascal's Wager, but in this case I think it works. If you maintain a positive mindset, and things don't go your way, then you haven't really lost anything. If you maintain a negative mindset, things still might not go your way, but what you've lost is the happiness you could have felt if you had a better attitude. And in the meantime, that positive thinking <i>really could</i> end up paying off, and then you have both the happiness your attitude brought you, along with whatever victory you were hoping for at the end of the day. </p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-4759702872374947152021-03-10T14:57:00.000-05:002021-03-10T14:57:04.190-05:00Individuality And Getting RichI was talking about standards of living with a friend of mine. His position - one that you've probably heard repeated in the media multiple times - is that people are worse off now than they were 20 years ago. I produced data to show otherwise: Disposable income and the wage cost index have both out-paced the consumer price index. I know that's not the whole story, but the point is that the <i>prima facie</i> evidence suggests that people are much better off now than they used to be; moreover, in order to make the opposite case, you have to get into a rather complex analysis of the economic indicators, and with that complexity comes additional nuance and additional debate. All said and done, it's <i>incredibly difficult</i> to argue that people are worse off now than they were 20 years ago. Meanwhile, it's rather easy to argue that we're better off now. So, that's what I believe.<div><br /></div><div>Another friend of ours joined the conversation by asking: If disposable income is so far up, why do Millennials have such high rates of debt and low rates of home ownership? The answer to that question is that Millennials have high rates of student debt; in other words, Millennials prefer taking on debt for their schooling, rather than taking on debt for their housing. Others might disagree with their preferences, but that's beside the point. The prefer what they prefer - that's not a problem with disposable income. (Besides, as anyone with a mortgage or a student loan knows, it's possible to have <i>both</i> debt <i>and</i> disposable income at the same time.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, this conversation got me thinking about wealth, and about the choices I've made in my own life. I'm not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm more comfortable than others. What did I do that other people couldn't, wouldn't, or didn't?</div><div><br /></div><div>I was still maintaining this blog back in 2012, when my wife and I moved from Canada to the United States. We deliberately moved to a place with a low cost of living and low housing prices. On one income and zero credit history, we were able to purchase a duplex within the year at a pretty low price; but keep in mind that we bought less than what we could afford. We lived in one half of the duplex and rented out the other half. We paid the mortgage off early, bought a detached home, and rented out both sides of the duplex. We now had two incomes along with the rental income from the duplex. That's when life started to feel really comfortable for us.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is not a revolutionary way of living. Thousands if not millions of young couples get started in just the same way. All it requires having little to no debt (so, don't buy anything that requires debt - including an expensive college education) and the willingness to postpone your "forever home" for a little while (live in a cheap duplex instead of your dream home for as long as you can stand it).</div><div><br /></div><div>Everything that we did 10 years ago was pretty much the opposite of what was popular, normal, and expected at the time. My wife and I had good jobs in Ottawa and were making pretty good money. We were on the verge of sinking $300,000 or more into a home in the Ottawa area, paying 14% sales tax on everything, spending lots of money on winter accessories every year, paying Canadian tax rates, and so on. When people found out we intended to move, they were surprised; but when they found out we wanted to move <i>to Texas</i>, they tried to talk us out of it. They made fun of us for it. We were doing the "wrong" thing.</div><div><br /></div><div>There were obvious reasons to move to Texas, however. Texas has no state income tax, which saves us a lot of money every year. Even now, home prices and real estate prices are far below the national average, making it a great place to invest in income properties. With year-round warmish weather, I'd be able to run outside all year long, keeping my diabetes in check, and thus saving a lot on future medical expenses. Food is cheap here, too. </div><div><br /></div><div>So all of the arguments <i>against</i> moving to Texas involved the fact that Texas isn't particularly cool, while all the arguments <i>in favor</i> of moving to Texas involved minimizing expenses and maximizing potential revenues. Economically, the choice was plain as day. We simply had to sacrifice our X-factor. I think it was a fair trade.</div><div><br /></div><div>When we became landlords, people made fun of us then, too. They called us "slumlords" and talked about how they'd never want to have to "deal with" tenants. Some people told me that the idea was "lame," which I guess just means that it's an uncool idea. But economically, it enabled us to afford a home, food, clothing, and living expenses on just one person's income, while my wife waited for just the right job opportunity to come along. Eventually it did, and she parlayed that opportunity into quite a great career. For a while, however, she had to be the uncool one being supported by a white man husband while she stayed at home without a job. </div><div><br /></div><div>When you get down to brass tacks, the secret of our success, to the extent that we are successful, is that we didn't allow social trends to dictate our behavior. In order to be successful, in order to make a really comfortable living and expand your horizons a bit, you have to be willing to do the uncool thing. You have to do really "lame" things like:</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Moving to an uncool place</li><li>Taking an uncool job</li><li>Taking an uncool risk</li><li>Starting an uncool business</li><li>Not listening to all your cool friends</li></ul>There might still be an opportunity for you, dear reader, to come to Texas, buy cheap land, and do what I did; but every passing year makes it slightly more difficult for you. The next generation of "people like me" will need to look at even more "uncool" places to repeat a similar pattern. You might have to move to Mississippi or Kansas. You might have to live in a small town. You might have to delay going to college until <i>after</i> you've set yourself up with a good income property or two. Heck, you might even have to go to trade school instead.</div><div><br /></div><div>I mean, who knows? I don't know how to "make it" in the future, I only know how to "make it" in the past, and perhaps the present.</div><div><br /></div><div>What I do know is that in order to "make it," you're going to have to do things that are different from everyone else, different to the point of being uncool, different to the point where your friends tease you relentlessly and your family thinks you've become a crazy Republican who moved to Texas to fight abortions and socialism. (Yep, that's what my family thinks.)<br /><br />Getting rich mostly means being able to recognize things that <i>will be </i>cool before they are actually cool. A lot of people will criticize you along the way, but that's how it goes. If doing what everyone else does was the way to get rich then <i>everyone else would be rich</i>. If they're not, then you have good evidence that what they all choose to do is probably not going to make you rich, either. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, don't be afraid to be uncool, take a risk, and be different. You might find out that <i>that's</i> what works in the end.</div>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-84408744904841999952021-03-03T10:47:00.002-05:002021-03-03T10:47:29.665-05:00How To Meet The Love Of Your Life<p>When I was fresh out of college, I was working at a place where lots of young people my age worked. It was a lot of fun, because we all liked to laugh and hang out together. Every day at work was like spending time with a big group of friends. Those are always the best workplaces, at least when you're young.</p><p>One of my fellow coworkers - let's call her S - was something of a workplace stereotype: she was young, very beautiful, had recently been through a breakup, and had thus started to sleep around <i>a lot</i>, and consequently a lot of the young men in the workplace had started to pay a lot of extra attention to her. She enjoyed the attention, and they enjoyed giving it to her, and the rest, as they say, is history. </p><p>At the time, I didn't fully understand this dynamic. It wasn't until a few years later, after I had worked for a few different employers and observed the same phenomenon again and again that I finally wrapped my head around it. I remember working in a big office in Ottawa, and there was one very attractive and newly hired young woman there. Let's call her L. L spent half her time joking innocently with the men in the office and the other half of the time talking about her boyfriend. But she was 22 years old and fresh out of college, and all the creepy old men in the office knew she was going to soon break up with her boyfriend and inevitably start sleeping around. They were hanging on for their chance, when it inevitably happened. And it did. </p><p>I don't fault anyone for "shooting their shot," but it bothered me a lot that many of the guys surrounding L all the time were twenty years older than she was, and married. They were creeps. L couldn't see it, because she was young, naive, and convinced that all these creeps were just fun guys to hang out with at work. It was a path to being used.</p><p>That was years after I met S, but S was in a similar situation. S had a lot of other issues going on with her, as well: she had unresolved parental baggage, had experienced a certain amount of abuse, was possibly bisexual in an extremely conservative community, and so on. But she was also a very nice young lady with a terrific sense of humor, and she made great conversation. So she and I became fast friends.</p><p>One time, S and I were talking. She mentioned that she gets lonely, and that was one of the reasons she got attached to so many guys. I suggested that she try hanging out with friends instead. I told her that she had lots of friends, and she should spend her time with them if she felt lonely.</p><p>When she heard this, she laughed, and said, "And what if I feel like having sex? Should I call up my friend Breanne and say, 'Hey, can you help me out with this?'"</p><p>I laughed, too. But I didn't reply.</p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p>Although S and I were good friends and very compatible at the time, we never got together. I ended up in a relationship with a very different kind of woman. Let's call that woman M. M was funny, smart, and one of the most terrific friends I ever had.</p><p>M was also depressed, a fact I didn't initially notice or understand about her. Being with M gradually slid into a very difficult relationship. <i>Prozac Nation</i> is one of the most accurate portrayals of depression I have ever seen on film; being in a relationship with M often times felt a lot like being a character in <i>Prozac Nation</i>. Perhaps a better man could have persevered in a relationship like that. As for me, I didn't have the right stuff. M and I went our separate ways.</p><p>Building a life together with someone involves creating a trajectory for yourself. Your mutual aspirations fuse together into a coherent plan forward, and everything you do becomes a march toward your aspirational goal. Or, one of you is crushingly depressed and neither of you can see beyond the fog descending all around you. A bad relationship - even between good people - will rob you of your sense of self and steal from you any kind of trajectory you once had. You become a very different person than you are used to being, a very different person than the one you always wanted to be. Your life becomes a game of perpetuating the relationship, of always trying to save it from the inevitable.</p><p>Truly, you <i>can</i> live your whole life that way. What happened to me, however, was that I made a sort of rational realization one day: If I fight <i>this hard</i> in a relationship <i>this bad</i>, imagine what I might be able to achieve if I fought <i>that hard</i> for a relationship that was <i>even just a little bit better</i>. I knew what kind of effort I was capable of; I had been putting in that effort for years. What if there was someone out there who was capable of putting in even a fraction of that effort... <i>for me?</i></p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p>Like many people who go through break-ups, I had spent months breaking up with M and not even realizing it. I got out of a dead-end public service job and into a really exciting consulting job. I stopped shaving my head. I started training hard as a runner again. I wrote a dozen really good songs. I even changed what soap I was using. It was a metamorphosis I simply didn't recognize until M and I called things off, and I moved out. Moving out even entailed getting a new apartment, and buying a new car. And of course that new job required a new wardrobe. An outside observer might have said that I had become a completely different person, but the truth is that I had become more of myself. </p><p>That in itself is a whole story that needs telling, but what matters here is that I had stripped myself of the pieces of my identity that weren't actually <i>mine</i> to begin with. Those pieces belonged to the relationship I was in, and the identity that went along with it. The new pieces were the ones I put there by choice, deliberately, based on my own beliefs about who I really am.</p><p>This was my crossroads. At this point, I could go the way of S or L. I was young, gainfully employed, fit, attractive, and surrounded by beautiful people who also didn't mind being surrounded by me. </p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p>I had already undergone a significant metamorphosis. It occurred to me that I might take it further. What if, instead of just becoming a better person, I decided to shoot for the moon? What if, instead of living a better life, I aimed to live an <i>ideal </i>life? </p><p>I thought about what an ideal life might actually be like. If I could be doing <i>anything</i> with myself, what would that be? What is the kind of thing I've always dreamed of, but which I've never dared to attempt?</p><p>Well, people have all kinds of dreams. Some dream of being rich and famous, others dream of being captains of industry or CEOs; some want to become artists and undertake the Bohemian life, others have wanderlust and set out to see the world. Some have simple dreams, like being parents or living in an old farmhouse; others hatch complex schemes of achieving a list of accomplishments at specified points in their lives.</p><p>When I thought about the kind of life I dreamed of living, I thought about a peaceful little beach I saw in Central America. I thought about the humble but beautiful coffee estates in the mountains of El Salvador. I imagined a life in which I could live in one of those nice, small little open-air villas, drinking coffee, picking up groceries on a motorcycle, and spending my days strumming my guitar on the beach. It's not for everyone, but it's what I wanted. Maybe, while I was there, I would meet a local woman who wanted to spend her time similarly. </p><p>With this thought in mind, I started taking small steps toward my dream. What would it take to accomplish something like that? I knew I needed a lot more money, and so I started working on my professional development. I started practicing my Spanish daily, and listening to Spanish language music and radio programs. I got rid of my TV and spent that time reading books and bettering myself. </p><p>For a while, that became my life. I worked hard all day, put in overtime, went home and worked out, ate dinner, and then read and studied. In a way, it was lonely, but it was also extremely productive. I felt optimistic for the future, and each small thing I did in a day seemed like a tiny step I was taking in the direction of my dreams.</p><p>That was when I discovered the secret.</p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p>I had a vision of the future and a small amount of momentum taking me toward it. What I soon discovered is that people gravitate toward these kinds of vectors. In the dating market and the market for friendship, people are attracted to those who know where they're going, even if that destination is different from what they themselves prefer.</p><p>You could think of it like this: millions of other 28-year-old men in the world had good jobs and a reasonably sunny disposition; only a few knew what they wanted out of life.</p><p>Of course, here I must pause to point out that many 28-year-old men know what they want out of life, and what they want is lots of casual sex and some good times. That's not a vision for a lifetime, that's a vision for next Saturday night. People aren't attracted to a great vision of next Saturday night - at least, not the kind of people you want to spend your life with. People are attracted to a great vision for a lifetime. </p><p>I met many women during this period of my life, and more to the point, many women met me. That is, I suddenly found myself the center of a great deal of positive attention. That was great. Although I <i>met</i> many women, I did not <i>date</i> many women. This is where my path diverged from that of S and L.</p><p>I had another friend we'll call A. A lived thousands of miles away, and was in a similar situation as I was. We both had our own chosen visions of the future and wanted to achieve them. We were both interested in finding a person to share it with. But, while I was searching for the kind of woman I definitely knew wouldn't hurt me like M did, A was not being as deliberate in her search.</p><p>Then, one day, we were IM-ing about our respective dating lives. While I was working my way closer and closer toward the kind of women I felt really good about dating, A had been on a string of dates and was casually having sex with a number of men, with no serious prospects on the horizon.</p><p>I started telling A about my philosophy, about how I had devised a vision of the future that I wanted, and about how the women I wanted to date were all people who respected that vision and wanted to be a part of it, people who could nurture me as a person as I nurtured them, people I could fall in love with. And the more I held that in mind as my ideal, the closer I seemed to get.</p><p>Then my friend A said, "I have physical needs, and I need to get those met." She sounded just like S. And <i>just like S</i>, A was taking herself further and further away from positive, nurturing relationships, positioning herself to be used by opportunistic partners who were not interested in her long-term vision.</p><p>And the kicker is: A was willing to give it all up to get her physical needs met. I've been horny, too, but <i>Jesus Christ</i>.</p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p>Flash forward some thirteen years.</p><p>I am married to a wonderful woman I met during that phase of my life. We moved somewhere warm and pleasant, and possibly temporary. We still share that vision of the future that I developed long ago, but we also recognize that if we achieve the same <i>headspace</i> in a different location, that will be okay, too. But we are still taking steps toward it. Meanwhile, we have two beautiful children, a comfortable living situation, all of our basic needs are met, and we have a wonderful, loving relationship.</p><p>A is doing okay. She could be doing better. Her ambition is a shadow of what it once was, and she went through a long period of very mentally difficult years.</p><p>S is also doing okay, but she never went anywhere in life. She's a single mother. She's still beautiful, but she lives a hard life.</p><p>I didn't keep up with L.</p><p>I also didn't keep up with M, but by all accounts, she is doing okay, too, and I'm happy about that.</p><p>It's easy to compare myself to people who are doing a lot worse than I am, and of course that isn't really the point. At the same time, I also can't deny that my life is going really well, and my choices and philosophies have played a direct role in achieving that result. I'm still on a positive trajectory, and <i>I'm the one who put myself on that trajectory</i>. Life is good for me in large part because I chose a good path.</p><p>And I met and married the love of my life. I achieved this by arriving at a vision of what kind of person I wanted to be <i>in an ideal state</i>, and taking consistent steps toward that goal. In doing so, I instantly became a more attractive person to the people around me. People are hungry for positive directions, they want to be a part of a good thing. Even if they don't want to be a part of it, they want to spectate.</p><p>So, developing a dream of what kind of good person you want to be, and attempting to become that good person, is how you meet the love of your life.</p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-55321050558760516822021-01-25T08:40:00.001-05:002021-01-25T08:40:12.464-05:00Life In A Global Pandemic, Part 12<p>I received the Moderrna COVID-19 vaccine.</p><p>Instead of selling it on the open market, the world's largest capitalist economy has decided to use central planning to distribute the vaccines. I wish I could say I didn't see that coming, but the global response to this virus has been a disaster of central planning from the very beginning. It stands to reason that the "end" (?) of the pandemic should unfold the same way.</p><p>Tarrant County provided a website, distributed mainly by word-of-mouth as far as I can tell, through which residents could register to receive the vaccine. It is not first come, first served. Instead, patients were linked to an electronic form, in which we disclosed our age, race, sex, and so on, along with any "preexisting conditions" we might have. This is to ensure that the vaccine goes first to the sick and the weak, rather than to the young, strong, socially active people who are probably responsible for transmitting the virus so widely. That said, I <i>do</i> think the old and the at-risk ought to have first crack at the vaccine.</p><p>"Luckily" for me, I acquired type 1 diabetes more than a decade ago. (<i>Tempus fugit!</i>) The county's electronic form doesn't differentiate between type 1 and type 2 diabetes, and of course it is only type 2 diabetes that is listed as the kind of "preexisting condition" that puts one at risk of death from COVID-19. Since I can't go on the open market and buy myself a shot, though, I didn't feel too badly about answering truthfully that I have "diabetes" and letting the health department sort out the details. Within a week, I had my appointment for receiving the vaccine scheduled.</p><p>The health department called me three times on Friday. I didn't recognize the number, so I let it go to voicemail. In any case, it was an automated call all three times. They also sent me three identical emails the text of which was verbatim to the phone calls I received. The emails contained a link to confirm my appointment, and so I did. The appointment was scheduled for the following day "between 9 AM and 11 AM."</p><p>I showed up at about 8:45 AM, and there was already a long lineup of cars waiting to park. Police split traffic up into four separate queues, which eventually merged back into two separate lines. Once we found a parking space, we lined up again inside the building - two separate lines this time. I waited in line for perhaps 40 minutes, during which time volunteers checked my paperwork no less than five times. Finally, I arrived at a registration table, where my paperwork was checked again, my driver's license and insurance information were taken down, and then I was directed into an all-new queue. This queue happened to split into two lines for about 20 yards, before merging back into one queue again. Central planning is wonderful, isn't it?</p><p>At last, I was allowed inside a conference room, where I sat at a table and someone administered the vaccine. I was then directed to a second person who gave me my "vaccine card," along with a memorized set of instructions that I will never be able to remember. The gist of it was that I needed my "vaccine card" to get my second vaccine dose, which I will be able to receive in four weeks' time. She also told me, despite CDC information to the contrary, that I cannot mix vaccines, meaning that since I received the Moderna vaccine, I should only get the Moderna vaccine for my second dose, otherwise it won't work. Finally, she gave me a sticky-note with a time written on it: 10:14 AM, the time when I would be allowed to leave the building. Apparently they make people wait in the conference room for 20 minutes to ensure that nobody has an adverse reaction to the vaccine.</p><p>Then I went home.</p><p>My sister had received the Moderna vaccine a few weeks before I did. By her account, the vaccine causes muscle cramps, tiredness, feverishness, and so on. I expected to have a similar experience, so I quickly went for a nice, hard run when I got home. I figured that if I was going to be out of commission for a day or two, I should get a good workout in before I started feeling down.</p><p>None of those adverse reactions happened for me. The injection site became about as sore as it would be for a tetanus or DTAP vaccine. I did not experience tiredness, pain, fever, or anything else. I feel perfectly fine.</p><p>I would recommend the vaccine to others. Hopefully, most everyone will eventually receive an effective vaccine, and the spread of this disease can be minimized as much as possible. I understand that this is one of the first widely used mRNA vaccines ever made. I was curious about it for that reason. This is a new mechanism of action, one that has not previously received widespread federal approval. (According to a handout I received when I was given my vaccine, the Moderna vaccine is "not FDA-approved." They want everyone to know that they are getting an unapproved vaccine, presumably so that no one will ever think to blame the FDA if something goes wrong. Nothing says "accountability" quite like government.) I think now that the concept has essentially been proven, we can expect to see more mRNA vaccines in the future. This could mean a cure for the common cold, to say nothing about all the other, more serious, diseases we might be able to cure with new vaccine technology. </p><p>If there is anything positive about any of this, that's it. It's exciting to be a part of medical history. I'll let you know if I grow a demonic hand or something, but at this point I am expecting it to be smooth-sailing from here.</p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-84218648892041255142021-01-22T10:25:00.004-05:002021-01-22T10:25:39.328-05:003-D Chess And The Federal Minimum Wage<p><a href="https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/executive-orders-biden-to-expand-aid-to-low-income-americans/ar-BB1cZpxR?ocid=uxbndlbing">MSN.com reports</a> that President Joe Biden is signing an executive order to set the wage minimum paid to federal employees and contractors at $15 per hour.</p><p>Note that this is not actually "an increase in the federal minimum wage." Biden's executive order is about the wage that the federal government pays to its own employees. It is <i>not</i> an executive order about setting a national minimum wage. If I'm not mistaken, the latter requires Congress and could never be achieved by an executive order. </p><p>Biden has always been popular among federal employee unions, school unions, and the like, because he has always been quite favorable to their policy preferences in the past. So it will not be surprising if we hear members of these unions reacting quite happily to Biden's executive order on federal wages. That's a political win for Biden.</p><p>Interestingly enough, though, it might also be an example of 3-D chess. Why? Because increases in the minimum wage are well-understood to decrease employment. When you make something more expensive - in this case, labor costs - you get less of that something - in this case, labor. This is one of the most empirically robust findings in economics. It's not even worth debating anymore. Increases in the minimum wage decrease employment. </p><p>Thanks to both the covid-19 pandemic and the various government lockdowns attendant thereto, the economy is in quite a pickle. The federal government is spending money like a drunken sailor, money it doesn't actually have. So the government's debt is increasing, and its budget deficit is increasing, and the US economy is not very healthy. One solution proposed by those who favor "austerity measures" is a reduction in federal spending. </p><p>So the question is, how would a Democrat who wants to make unions happy choose to reduce federal spending while still pleasing his union supporters? One way might be to raise the wage standard such that the federal government hires fewer employees, reducing costs. Of course, this can only happen if the workforce reduction (or its growth rate) is reduced by more than the cost of the wage increase. Well, the federal government is now free to reduce the size of its workforce as much as it wants, since the unions are happy and US citizens in general have received the signal that Biden is "good for labor."</p><p>It will be interesting to watch and see what happens to the size of the federal workforce.</p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-33229631372423658752021-01-11T09:38:00.003-05:002021-01-11T09:38:34.359-05:00Quick! Do Something! Anything!<p>It's often been said that "haste makes waste." I happen to agree. Unfortunately, most people do not.</p><p>In a stunning admission over the weekend, one of my far-left friends said that free speech absolutism was a <i>conservative</i> position. I call this "stunning," of course, because free speech absolutism has been, for the majority of my lifetime and that of my parents and grandparents, the <i>liberal</i> position. If anything, it has been a <i>left wing</i> position, held only by the most ardent of leftists. </p><p>While I'm pleased that the right has discovered a newfound appreciation for freedom of speech, I'm disturbed by how quickly the left has shrugged it off completely. They now accept without question that there should always be some restrictions on the freedom of speech.</p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;">Before I continue, let's get the obvious out of the way: In this blog post, I'll be focusing mainly on the ethical principle of free speech and open dialog, the belief that society is freer and better off when all viewpoints are expressed than it would be if certain kinds of ideas were banished from conversation, even informally. I <i>will not</i> be referring to the <i>merely legal</i> concept of a constitutionally protected freedom from a government's legally denying people speech rights. The reason I'm making this differentiation is because it's possible to shut down a conversation without violating any law or civil right. </p></blockquote><p>The impulse is understandable on some level. When one encounters very abhorrent views, it's natural to want to get the hell away from them. In our personal lives, we can manage to do so very easily, by walking away. If someone decides to follow us around with a megaphone and scream abhorrent views at us no matter where we go, we have a tort to deal with that kind of harassment, and there is really no issue of free and open dialog at play.</p><p>But when a cadre of very powerful media moguls decide to collude against a particular strain of free expression, severely limiting society's access to that strain of thought, even if they're within their rights to do it, free and open dialog has been abridged. Not <i>legally</i> abridged, mind you, but abridged.</p><p>This, in turn narrows the available array of ideas. In the moment, that might achieve a given end. You might temporarily stamp-out a particular strain of thought, at least until the people who believe that strain of thought figure out a more reliable way to broadcast their beliefs. (I understand that Ham radio is still an option...)</p><p>The next time society encounters a strain of thought that it thinks is abhorrent, they will have that much easier a time squashing it out. The problem arises when the thought they're squashing out isn't truly abhorrent with respect to the arc of history. For example, interracial marriage used to be considered abhorrent, and those advocating it used to be reviled. In the long run, though, interracial marriage is good for humanity, and most of us now fully recognize that it's not an abhorrent thing at all.</p><p>How did society go from reviling interracial marriage to tolerating it, and then to appreciating it? I think society accomplished this through free and open dialog about interracial marriage. We started by talking about it and making people mad; then we talked about it and made people bored; now we talk about it and make people happy. That's evolution, for you.</p><p>Notice that the people who reviled interracial marriage did not know at the time that they were reviling something that was actually not a problem at all. Instead, they thought they were standing up for what was right! <i>Sticking to you own!</i>, they thought. <i>That's how it's supposed to be!</i></p><p>They were wrong, and needed convincing. That's what free speech does for us.</p><p>Free speech does something else for us: It lays bare the arguments for bad ideas, and enables smart people to defeat those arguments. Imagine a bad idea that everyone knows about, but that no one is allowed to discuss. Take teenage sexual intercourse, for example. Many teens are unable to discuss sex with their parents, because their parents forbid such discussions from being had. So those teens often grow up either sexually repressed or they get themselves into a kind of trouble that they could have avoided if they had had better information from a trusted source. <i>Talking about</i> teenage sexual activity doesn't <i>lead to </i>teenage sexual activity. The data on that are all pretty clear, and they state that teens who are able to have supportive and informative conversations about sex with their parents grow up to be better adjusted and to avoid more of the pitfalls of sex, such as unwanted pregnancy and sexually transmitted infections. That's because having conversations out in the open about bad ideas enables us to respond to all bad arguments with good counterarguments.</p><p>The critic may here respond, "But some of these people don't care about or won't listen to counterarguments!" No, they won't. You can't control how other people respond to your arguments, however. Preventing them from being able to speak at all - on whatever platform we happen to be talking about - is the authoritarian impulse. It won't work. </p><p>The left used to understand this quite well. I am sad that they no longer do.</p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-73145814290147909972021-01-08T10:46:00.000-05:002021-01-08T10:46:26.248-05:00The Left Can Meme - At Last<p>For years, the trope on social media has been "the left can't meme." The right, especially the alt-right and the 4-chan right, have been a relentless band of merry pranksters on the internet for ten years or more, mercilessly lampooning every aspect of the left. Meanwhile, the left, for its part, has been unable to counter the attacks because the left's memes are <i>lame</i>. </p><p>The typical right-leaning meme shows some sort of pop culture artifact which, when combined with a real and actual position held by left-leaning people, combines to make a funny joke that is universally understood. The typical left-leaning meme, by contrast, usually shows a picture of someone who is angry, accompanied by some words about how dumb or infuriating the right is. It's not clear that the latter example really is a joke. It's just a photo attached to a short rant. It's <i>lame</i>. That's why the left can't meme.</p><p>Or, at least, that's why <i>I thought</i> the left couldn't meme. I thought the people creating these memes basically had such bad senses of humor that they couldn't make an effective joke at the right's expense. And perhaps that is still true of many left-leaning memers. </p><p>In the last 48 hours, however, the left's ability to meme has blossomed in the wake of the weird thing that happened at the Capitol building. For the first time in my life, I'm seeing some genuinely funny left-leaning memes lampooning the right quite effectively. </p><p>What changed? Here's a theory:</p><p>For decades, the left have been staging protests and attendant photo ops, and these events have been full of, well, clowns. Leftist protests for many, many years have been filled with fringe characters sporting weird clothes, dreadlocks, piercings, and costumes. The events have been attended by people doing drugs and playing with juggling sticks. It's been close to a literal circus every time the left has shown up to protest something. Any photo from such an event is a meme in the making. It's impossible to take such people seriously because it is almost as if they don't take themselves seriously. </p><p>Right-leaning protests, by contrast, have been full of people wearing either leather or blue jeans and sporting American flags, but beyond that, they look pretty much like the people you see at the local gas station. We might criticize their ideas, their grammar, or etc., but a photograph of these people hasn't in the past been <i>an easy laugh</i>. </p><p>So, there has always been that difference between the left and the right. </p><p>But not anymore. </p><p>When Trump's clown circus stormed the capitol building, they looked every bit as ridiculous as the left has looked whenever they showed up to protest. Wearing face paint and buffalo skins, grinning like fools, and prancing around like circus performers, these rightist protestors made absolute idiots of themselves, and everybody knows it. </p><p>That fact is now well-established in leftist memes. The left can finally use actual photos of actual rightist idiots to refer to commonly understood cultural events, and the left can give it to the right good and hard. Best of all, the right brought all this upon themselves, and they deserve it.</p><p>Truthfully, I don't know what the future holds for conservatism or Republicanism in America. I honestly don't see how the Republicans can recover from such a total self-destruction. What serious person is going to continue to stand behind such a clown show? </p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491040877840120845.post-68369878729632902632021-01-07T15:09:00.004-05:002021-01-07T15:09:39.633-05:00Is There Racial Disparity In Coup Attempts?<p>There are a lot of Twitter screenshots floating around out there about how 52 people got arrested for yesterday's crazy quasi-coup attempt at the Capitol building, versus 14,000 arrests during the George Floyd protests. This disparity, according to those who point it out, proves "white privilege" and "structural racism."</p><p>Has the world gone mad? The US government was possibly attempted to have been taken over by a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Furry_fandom" target="_blank">furry</a> yesterday, and people want to argue about how bad it would have been if the furry had been black. </p><p>For perspective, imagine that you're walking through Times Square, when suddenly a flying saucer descends from the skies, lands right in the middle, the door pops open, and out walk three <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_alien" target="_blank">greys</a> and Jesus Christ, all wearing polka-dot space suits, and when the crowd falls silent, they all yell in unison, "<b>Whassup, my n-words!!!</b>" Then, the next day, everyone on Twitter starts arguing about whether it was racist for them to have used the n-word. Not a peep about proof of extraterrestrial life or the second coming of the Messiah, no, it's all about racism.</p><p>I am sensitive to the plight of the marginalized, but our present predicament desperately needs to remain fully contextualized. The outgoing president of the United States of America may or may not have committed incitement or treason or sedition or whatever, using a deranged army of furries. Maybe now is <i>not</i> the time to remark that black lives matter.</p><p>They <i>do</i> matter. But what the flying fish just happened yesterday???</p>RP Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028013805248797978noreply@blogger.com0