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Definitely. Although the closest thing to a saree I've ever worn was a Queen of the Night outfit in a school show. Thinking back to that thingie of flowing black silk and gauze, I can imagine that riding a motorcycle while wearing it would indeed have required a saree guard, plus a couple bodyguards.

Pray for my country, for Bezos, Soros and Gates to meet their maker. To meet their maker, AI chatbots go online, humans go to war.

The hurricane/tropical storm is a couple hours away from us per latest predictions, but some fire hydrants in downtown decided to help it along ahead of schedule. Video: https://packaged-media.redd.it/k703vjwl1bjb1/pb/m2-res_1280p.mp4?m=DASHPlaylist.mpd&v=1&e=1692572400&s=6d053c7ae8deeab4e038fffffacb9f5afa090978#t=0

I wanted to buy a medicine for off-label use that is FDA approved and not a controlled substance but is by prescription only here, while it's OTC in some less-pharma-captured countries (not less corrupt, mind you, just differently corrupt.) Made the mistake of trying to buy it from India. I signed up via my computer. They wanted my phone number for verification. I made the mistake of giving it. I am now getting offers from a dozen sellers from India every day -- by email, by phone, and on WhatsApp. Getting rid of those messages is very boring. And I'm reluctant to buy from any of them because I don't know which, if any, aren't going to scam me.

Know these? I saw them for the first time last year washed onto all of our beaches -- thousands of them. As the summer progressed, they dried up and became indistinguishable from pieces of plastic littering the shore -- except unlike plastic, they eventually disintegrate with no harm to the environment. And now they're back. Some people claim they sting. I try not to step on them so I'm not sure it's true.

On one of those very rare (once in several years) occasions when I get what I call dream-visions, I was visited by a jellyfish UFO. It appeared in the sky, swimming through the air the way jellyfish swim in the water. It was a biotechnological thing, alive and sentient but also a vehicle. I won't tell the whole story (I may have at the time it happened, years ago), but I get a jolt of recognition every time I see pictures or video of some rare jellyfish from the deep ocean, with lights all over and everything looking similar to that magnificent thing from my vision, only simpler.

I went down to the DaoBums tried to read or write a post no one could read or write any Bad Gateway took the host

Often sloppy, but not because of butter -- because of the method I use to make it. You have to watch it closely or it will suddenly foam up over the edge and deposit slop all over the stove. Cleaning up after this kind of accident is part of life -- happens roughly once a week.

One of my methods. Not daily but used often enough. I seldom want any carbs for breakfast, and hardly ever more than one egg. Preceded by two cups of coffee with butter. (Yes, with butter. What the popularizers of this approach call "bulletproof coffee." No milk or cream in my coffee, ever, but the idea to add butter was revolutionary and I never looked back. Of course it's unsalted butter. Irish.)

Looks like something that will take more time than shakshuka, or at least as much, if you make it from scratch. I would make something close out of leftover rice and chicken from the dinner the night before to make it quick. A somewhat similar dish I like is Katsudon. https://thewoksoflife.com/katsudon/ But that's for dinner. And the way they served it in one of the Japanese restaurants I patroned before the lockdowns put it out of business, it had no slop. Speaking generally, one of the reasons I like Japanese cuisine is that for the most part it doesn't have much slop at all. You can see things clearly and know what it is that you're eating.

Sloppy use of words is both the cause and the effect of sloppy thinking. And obscenity is the crutch of inarticulate motherfuckers.

How people like their eggs is another can of... well, eggs. I'm not surprised that in the Gulliver's Travels they went to war over which end of the soft-boiled egg to crack -- and that was just a minor point, you should see the way cooking time and the initial temperature of water etc. are sometimes discussed by egg devotees. Scorched ground. I don't make soft-boiled eggs anymore in mourning for my antique English porcelain egg cup which didn't survive a fall on the kitchen floor. It was so pretty, it turned every egg into a special event. I can't replace it with just any egg cup, and the likes of that one I can't find at a reasonable price. The sloppy version I sometimes make is known as shakshuka. Tomatoes, hot and sweet peppers, onions, garlic, cheese, herbs, spices create a base in which eggs gently poach. But this one is for when I'm inspired -- it takes too long for a regular breakfast meal.

Broken toes and dreams... damn, Hexagram twenty-three takes no prisoners.

House arrest

Vladimir Borovikovsky, Portrait of Maria Lopukhina, 1797 Maiden name Tolstoy. She was an aunt of Leo Tolstoy's, but she died before he was born, at the age of 23. One of her many siblings was known to the aristocratic society as Tolstoy the American, due to the fact that he participated in a famous circumnavigation expedition of Admiral Krusenstern in the early 19th century and behaved in such an unruly fashion that the admiral left him on the Pacific shore of Kamchatka, whence the young hooligan made it to America. He returned to St. Petersburg a few years later sporting Native American tattoos and dances-with-wolves-like stories. I like finding out stuff about old portraits and realistic paintings -- all of a sudden Time itself unfolds its endless scrolls, its endless stories. Earlier in the thread I posted a picture of Cardinal Richelieu and his cats. There was no mention in The Three Musketeers of the fact that Richelieu, the villain of that story, was famous for his love of cats... If there was, I'm sure some of the sympathies of the readers would have been with the cardinal, not with the musketeers who, now that I think about it, behaved like entitled brats throughout the novel.

No, bird crap is not mixed in. And it's not just any bird, it's specific species of swiftlets whose nests are used. The nest is washed a hundred times, by hand, with close inspection. (I've seen the inside of some bird's nests in their natural state when I was a kid and liked to climb trees and explore, and the inside was covered in a layer of tiny little feathers all pressed together, much like a down mattress. It's a bedroom, not a crapper, so I don't know about every nest and every bird species, but the ones I've seen, the inhabitants were shitting outside of, not inside.) I've had the drink made with bird's nest sold in some Chinese herbal stores (not the nest itself though, which I haven't seen or haven't bought because it was too expensive, don't remember which). It's not a delicacy as much as a medicinal food. In classical Chinese medicine (as in every other ever in existence until the Rockefeller intervention 100 years ago) there's no sharp demarcation line between foods and medicines. Swiftlet's nest is one of the most potent yin tonics in this tradition, with great benefits for the kidneys, the lungs, and also used by women to enhance their beauty.

Been listening to a sci-fi audiobook that among other things has this scenario of a contact with an alien civilization. The aliens seem to behave like they're the devil, and are deemed impossible to coexist with because their logic is incomprehensible to us. They kill and torture, then apologize profusely, offer reparations, shower the people of planet Earth with gifts of extremely high value. They solemnly sign agreements, substantiate them by revealing to us all the vulnerabilities of their home planet, then immediately attack and destroy everything the agreement said they would honor. To everyone's puzzlement, studying the aliens' history reveals they had never been a warlike people, and now all of a sudden all hell breaks loose when they deal with people of Earth. Eventually the main protagonist manages to figure out what their incomprehensible logic is all about. Culturally, the aliens are just so wired that "beauty," "kindness" and "keeping it real/truthful" are synonyms to them. Beauty is their main pursuit, and doing things that accurately mirror reality is their way of being kind. So they start doing things people on Earth do because they want to please us, create beauty for us, much like a creative artist is trying to relate to the audience and to please, impress and befriend it. What they're doing to us is aimed at being the most accurate mirror of what we do to ourselves. War, torture, betrayal, subjugation, destruction -- alongside love, creativity, courage, all the great things we are intertwined with all the horrible things we are. To them, killing us all in the final war looks like what we've always been after, and they are willing to go all out to create this ultimate beautiful, kind and accurate reality for us.

I thought you were gonna say that the octopus is more closely related to the cat... as reflected in that ancient tale, Octopuss in Boots:

Who knows. I haven't read that story in a very long time so I may be missing out on some details, but don't think it was about physical strength. Especially considering shepherds, with their constant low-intensity high-diversity physical activity, such as walking long distances on steep uneven paths, are notorious for their stamina, have great cardiovascular health and longer lifespans than do people who work in the fields, whose toil is often backbreaking and involves repetitive monotonous movements. To say nothing of their respective diets. If it was a fair fight rather than a cold-blooded murder of the unsuspecting brother, who knows what the outcome would have been. Cowboys usually prevailed over everybody else in a fight, at least according to Hollywood. ))

That one was indeed the origin of all conflicts, but not so much because they were brothers as because Cain was a sedentary farmer cultivating grain crops -- the new lifestyle -- while Abel was a nomadic shepherd raising livestock, a traditionalist. Their father, obviously also a traditionalist, preferred shish kabob to flatbread... which is why he favored Abel, which is why Cain murdered him. And so it went from that time on. I have always maintained that sedentary grain agriculture is the root of all our troubles.

That was then this is now. Just the other day I read an account of a patient's family in Hawaii getting awarded something like $5 million (the patient himself died long before the courts, which took years to decide the case, finally did decide). The patient was undergoing spinal surgery for back pain. The surgeon was supposed to install two titanium rods, one on each side, to hold the spine. In the middle of the surgery it turned out the rods were missing from the kit. Rather than call it a day and try again at some later date, or alternatively wait an hour or so before they could be delivered, the surgeon took a screwdriver from the kit, sawed off the shaft and installed it in the patient's spine -- on one side only though, since he didn't have a second screwdriver handy. A few days later the screwdriver snapped and shattered into pieces -- the approved titanium thingies for this procedure have flexibility, since they are supposed to have a range of motion, while the screwdriver doesn't -- in fact it's supposed to be stiff to work properly at its primary task of driving in screws. The patient became paraplegic, underwent three more unsuccessful surgeries and died. This thread could get very very strange very fast if it veered into things medicine...

A plausible scenario... When I was in Peru, all they had in stores was Nestle. Had zero luck finding coffee beans too, and even ground coffee -- instant was the only thing available in many places. The locals explained to me that they export everything, nothing is left for domestic consumption. (And then they buy Nestle and Nescafe...)

Or better yet, a French chef.

Ethnically, culturally and religiously Russians and Ukrainians are way closer than Arabs and Israelis... doesn't mean a thing in political conflicts. Much less in political conflicts created by third party players. Reinterpreting the term "antisemitism" the way you do doesn't seem justified to me at all, but, yes, better not to go there in the light of a ban on current events discussions.

Right, I did mean the Caliphate -- I know what both are, just a momentary lapse of attention. The persistent bringing up the point I've seen many times (most often amidst veiled -- or not -- antisemitic rants) that, what do you know, Arabs are also semites ergo there's no such thing as antisemitism-means-Jew-hatred may of course stem from some academic purism...