You’re holdin’ on for life - holdin’ on for life, love. Holdin’ on for love
7 December 2013
Broken Bells // Holding On For Life
A blaring car horn. Startled, she looked up from her phone and into the rear-view mirror, then at the green light before her and the other cars way ahead. With a jerk the car accelerated. She had the long commute home from work to think about the notification on her phone that arrived not too long ago.
It was the second time she got that same like notification in the past few months. It was from someone she knew well on a social networking site. Well, used to know well—or so she thought. The cryptic final post he left a year ago crept into mind. He was never heard from again.
Was he trying to communicate something to her now, by liking this particular post she made two years ago? She tried to use what she knew of him to parse her own post for some kind of retroactive, overloaded meaning. Dead ends.
She began to seriously consider a notion she had heard before: that people truly are unknowable. Even herself.
Five months later, she got the same notification from his account. She told herself that it was just a haunting echo, a previous interaction rattling around in some glitchy serverspace, and randomly made manifest. He was just another ghost in the machine now.
Side-by-side highlight of a recent news article on FBI spying, and Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four novel. Mainly used in ‘terrorism cases’, though. Guess there’s no need to worry that that and similar practices will creep into the fabric of law and society and become the norm?
this is what our tax dollars pay for
I am 300% ok with paying for this
Astro Doge! Very uniform! So drift! Much float!
This is like the culmination of the Internet it seems. It was engineered to deliver this moment. All roads lead to this.
|—||Friedrich Nietzsche (via swordchant)|
"Get yer damn, slimy tentacles offa me…" #BestArmyOfDarknessAshImpression
I like how it’s kind of choking, constricting, and oppressing the world with its tenuously checked overreach…..
Scientists Finally Admit Sex Counts as a Workout
If you’ve heard the claim that you can burn 100 calories every time you have sex, it probably sounded too good to be true. Who in their right mind would hit the gym to get in shape if you could hit the sack and accomplish the same thing? Well, scientists finally got around to testing this sex theory, and the results are pretty steamy. It turns out that horizontal jogging “can be considered, at times, a significant exercise,” similar to playing tennis. Time to find a doubles partner. [NY Times]
"Baby. You, me, and John Isner v. Nicolas Mahut first-round 2010 Wimbledon part 2. Let’s do this thing.”
"Memento? Yeah, I know about it. Jack loves that movie. He…" She trailed off. The conversation came to an abrupt halt: they both knew why. The woman’s friend sitting across from her took a sip of coffee; stole a glance at the woman’s face. She was staring out through the cafe window, across the busy street.
She still speaks about him in the present tense, unintentionally. Still so soon, and it still hurts, still doesn’t make sense. Language is a peculiar thing.
NROL-39 is a radar-imaging spy satellite that launched today, operated by the NRO (National Reconnaissance Office), one of the ‘big-five’ intelligence agencies of the US Government (CIA, NSA, NGA, and DIA). One of its primary missions is to supply SIGINT (signals intelligence) to the NSA.
Gotta love the optics and hubris of this in light of all the recent NSA stuff. Like they feel a bit untouchable or somethin’.
The world has lost a hero.
You can choose to be an amplifier of the ample pain and suffering, constantly redirecting it back to those and the world around you. Or you can choose to do the more challenging thing that Mandela did on a large scale: convert it into a loftier form, neutralizing it.