A programmer at Twitter gripes about technology and information overload. Pretty funny:
“We young people, we hackers and makers, we have it all under control. We know the true meaning of information technology. We shall save us all from the giant fucking heaps [of information].”
The Meaning of Information Technology « Magic Scaling Sprinkles
You know, I don’t think I ever tried to answer this question. I was vegetarian for a year, trying to find reasons to believe in, but nothing seemed that compelling. So I slipped back into the pattern of my upbringing, giving the canned “Oh, I do it for health reasons,” if anyone asked (no one ever does).
My friend grilled me this morning. In Hindu and Buddhist culture, the main argument for vegetarianism is ahimsa, non-violence: to do the least amount of harm. While killing plants and microbes is still “harm,” so the argument goes, it’s less harmful than killing a conscious creature. And, nowadays, you can make environmental claims, that eating meat increases your carbon footprint (i.e. more harm).
On the spot, the best retort I could come up with was “Well, animals eat each other. Bears eat fishes. And we are animals…” His response was that you cannot compare us to bears, that we have an awareness of our Selves, of the consequences of our actions, etc etc etc. Basically saying that we have a responsibility to other creatures and the environment not to destroy it. There’s a saying that goes “You don’t fully own something until you have the power to destroy it.” So, based on that, yea, we own the environment and the life within it. We can destroy it, and so we have a responsibility in wielding that power.
I dunno. He was raised a vegeterian and I an omnivore. We slip into the behaviors we’re most comfortable with and justify them ex post facto.
I’m going to have to think about this some more…. and see if I have a reason for eating meat besides saying, “I just do.”
garam masala + rosemary + crushed garlic + peppercorns + worcestershire sauce + salt + ground pepper + oil = mindblowing steak rub
seared on stovetop, cooked in oven till medium rare.
I can’t stop eating it.
Tried to write lyrics last night… couldn’t come up with jack. The best I got was comparing my soul to an egg. And then it quickly digressed into a masturbatory love song. I think I need to sort out my thoughts before I translate them into lyrics.
And I just came back from a little Glee Club performance. I’ve gotten a lot better at anticipating musical changes, but I need to practice the lyrics more.
Holy crap. All the female bears in the zoo are affected. I wonder if it’s a virus, or psychosomatic.
Pigs get arthritis and become near-sighted when kept in cages - ironically resembling the plight of humans nowadays. Is this the bear-correlate?
Unsure if now less or more frightened of encountering.
I ain’t a god fearin’ man, but I have plenty of hopes/desires that could easily be translated into prayer. My interpretation of this thought below: it’s when your expectations of the universe don’t jive with the reality you are handed that you have some reassessment to do. (Is that the miracle referred to? Seems like it to me)
It is not a miracle when a prayer is answered. The real miracle is when a prayer goes unanswered. -Tibetan Missionary’s advice
Yet, don’t we live like as if it’s a miracle when a prayer is answered? But that’s like praying without believing it will be heard…without believing it will be answered… without believing there is One listening…
