I'll start with "We're fine," but the dog and I just had a terrifying experience.
My entire life I've heard about "sneaker waves," waves that are unpredictable and out of nowhere and I think I just experienced one???
Zora and I were walking on the beach in Pacifica. And I have a VERY HEALTHY fear of the ocean; my grandmother lived on Stinson Beach -- front yard was the beach -- and that was drilled into me.
I never turn my back on the ocean. I constantly watch for how far up the water comes. I have been to this beach dozens of times and know what it looks like at low tide and high tide.
Zora and I were walking, out of reach of where the water was coming up to, and a wave came out of nowhere and knocked me completely over. I think it was only a couple seconds but it felt like longer. When I could stand up, I saw Zora had been knocked over too but managed to find her feet and run away from the water.
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Checked out the mobile Criterion Closet van earlier today while I'm visiting NYC for the New York Film Festival as a friend invited me to the festival.
Seeing it in the wild instead of pics online is a much more of a fun experience.
My Closet pics in the Polaroid photo:
The Red Shoes (1948)
Midnight Cowboy (1969)
The Silence of the Lambs (1991)
#Criterion #CriterionCollection #CriterionCloset #film #films #movie #movies #recommendations
I see a lot of people talking about #science as a #religion, or the closely related idea of “#scientism,” the purported ideology that says science is the only way to know things. Oh, I’m not talking about you, they’ll solemnly assure anyone who objects. Naturally you know better. Just … you know … them. Those people, out there. The great unwashed. On the #internet, nobody knows how long it’s been since you took a shower.
You know what I hardly ever see? The phenomenon in question.
There are people who think that way. Yes. Ideologues of science—hardly if ever #scientists themselves—who invoke The #Scientific Method™ (that’s a whole ‘nother rant) as the be-all and end-all justification for whatever nonsense they spew. Such posts and comments have crossed my feed a time or two. But they are vastly outnumbered by those who complain about them, at least where I can see both groups. I have no reason to believe my experience is atypical in this regard.
As a scientist myself, I think science is a very good way to understand certain things. In my field, it’s the best way to know what makes you sick, and hopefully what will make you better. There are other ways to learn these things, sure, and many of them can be useful places to start. If you don’t end up with a #clinical #trial sooner or later, you’re as likely to kill as cure.
To know what we’re seeing when we look up at the lights in the sky. How the natural world around us, of which we’re a part whether we like it or not, changes and how we both affect and are affected by that change. What came before us, and what might come after. The fundamental building blocks of reality. All these require science for real understanding. If you try to puzzle them out any other way, you may learn something, but you’ll also fill your head with a lot of nonsense. Sorting the wheat from the chaff later is a lot harder than doing it right the first time.
Other questions are at least amenable to scientific inquiry, although that process itself may not be enough. What my fiancee does as a #historian looks, to me, a lot like what I do as a #biomedical #researcher. Make observations, construct #hypotheses, gather evidence, test and revise. (And revise, and revise, and …) But #history vanishes every minute. What’s left is always fragmentary, and shaped by the interactions of modern minds with those long since gone to dust. There will never be an objective truth, only the truest story that can be told.
And then there are things beyond any kind of quantitative analysis, or even rigorous qualitative description. We may be able to agree on what makes a true story, more or less, but what makes a good one? That’s inherently personal. A happy marriage, a tasty meal, a satisfying job—only we can define what these goals mean for ourselves. Science may at best, occasionally, provide vague guidelines. Even then, my advice will not determine your experience.
My perspective is unusual in one key way, sure: not too many people do science for a living, at least not compared to other jobs. With regards to the way people talk about science, I think it’s not unusual at all, except maybe that I pay particular attention.
The division above—things that clearly belong in science’s domain, things that clearly don’t, and a whole bunch in the middle—is a whole lot more common than the idea of science as the One True. It’s at least somewhat more common than blanket rejection of science too, but not as much as it should be. That’s also a rant for another time.
Which all makes me wonder what people who never miss a chance to bring up “scientism” and science-as-religion get out of it.
@wlf_warren It depends. I mean, as a Xennial Filipino, I came from an era wherein we still used levels of honorifics or respect other than "po" and "opo".
For example: "salamat" (thank you).
"Salamat po ng marami" - very respectful and very formal.
"Maraming salamat po" - respectful and less formal
"Salamat ng marami" - usually used if you see the other person as an equal yet more formal.
"Maraming salamat" - same as previous but less formal.
"Salamat" - neutral; usually used for those younger than you, your friends, or lower in hierarchy.
If you add "age" it becomes:
"Salamat po ng marami sa inyo" - very respectful, very formal, usually for used when someone is higher in rank, social status, or a stranger.
So, if you came from this era, Korean honorifics and respectful sentences and words will come easier. But for those who grew up in the West where "thank you" simply means "thank you", it will indeed be very hard.
Re: male and female pronunciation and choice of words. In a way, it is similar to Japanese and in hierarchical words. Similarly, if you are a Filipino from the Xennial generation or earlier, it should be easier. Tagalog did have gender-specific words, but alas, that's an era not even me encountered. My grandparents used to use those words (or probably Kapampangan since they're originally from Pampanga and Bataan).
It really depends. Personally, if one understands Filipino then study Japanese first before you jump to Korean, and before attempting Mandarin or Cantonese. Of course, that's just my own advise based on my experience.
My younger brother had a similar path, Japanese, then Korean, then Mandarin, then Cantonese. My cousins either Mandarin or Cantonese first or Japanese first, before they started Korean and other languages.
Oh. Having came from a family of linguists has nothing to do with learning languages. It's all on your personal effort. Don't get discouraged. Find what works for you. Filipino and Japanese are syllabic so it's easier for me, my brother, and some of our cousins to "branch out" to Japanese first.
I was at the Capitol on January 6. I have talked about J6 to journalists and podcasters across 4 continents. I was in a documentary and I have written about it. I recorded my entire experience.
My father believes Antifa did J6. Nothing I can do will change that.
After J6, I spent a year talking to people who were there, or at least the rally to hear Trump speak. I constantly heard shit like "it wasn't violent. I didn't see any violence. We had a prayer circle and gave Bibles to the homeless."
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