Sunday, October 29, 2023

we are so programmed.

 So, yesterday there was a deal at a premium coffee establishment whose name may or may not rhyme with bar tucks.  The deal was that if you spend $15, you get a reward.  Stupid us, we tried to *earn* the reward.  We're sheeple.  We wouldn't have bought *anything* yesterday.  Now, we are doubling or tripling our order.  They boosted their sales with this gimmick, in our case more than double, when they otherwise wouldn't have sold us coffee at all.


So, what's the worst part of it all?  It had to be $15 in one visit, so we went back.  🤔

Saturday, October 28, 2023

Does the rooster crowing cause the sun rise?

I've long championed the idea that correlation does not prove causation.  Let me paint you a pictire.

If you look at a graph of legalized marijuana use/sales since 2015 and the unemployment rate, you will likely come to the conclusion that marijuana use is causing people to loose motivation. 

But, that is not the case; there are other variables.  One is not causing the other.  They are both caused by a common problem, a liberal government. 

Still More

If God wills it, may I never be in such pain or terror that I am tempted to believe it is the best option.

More

Dad used to say that life was a gift.  And, to end it yourself was to throw that gift back in God's face.

Self-Murder

I've became aware of a disturbing trend on (woke?) YouTube, the censorship of the word suicide.  Are we not allowed to talk about it anymore?

In the current climate, there is sentiment to support legal assistance in dying, which opens up the arguement about protecting the elderly, disabled, and the mentally ill; but, that I won't argue here.  Just be aware that the movement exists and already has supportive legislation. 

The current climate also has a well intentioned pro-mental health awareness campaign to snuff out the use of the phrase committed suicide and also the phrase attempted suicide.  The thought process is that, with the latter, a failed attempt barb aimed at a depressed person that they can't even get that right is not helpful.  With the former phrase, maybe it is to remove the negative connotation from the deceased's memory (not sure).

My views on the above and on ending of one's own life is as follows.  Religious arguement aside, because I have strong views here too, it is so wrong; it's the most selfish evil thing a person can do.  Nothing is worse, certainty.  The person doesn't just hurt themselves.  They are causing loved ones to live with that pain, crippling guilt in some cases, and the heart wrenching breath taking choking grief of the finality of the loss of that person's love, presence in their life, and touch.  They are--my view--murdering the loved one of a social and family group.  And, that is wrong.  The it's my life anyway mentality is so very self-centered. 

Furthermore, this is being normalized and endeared to us now.  Aside from putting people with poor mental health and the disabled at risk, it makes it easier to take one's life, promotes it.  It removes the social barriers that make it more difficult and makes it a good thing.  My thoughts...

Rome wasn't objectified in a day you know.

I decided to take a class on Ancient Rome.  The textbook is permeated with woke language, feminism, postmodernism, socialism, atheism.  It makes me long for a textbook from the 1900s so that I can read a balanced counterpart to this woke nonsense.  This, like other modern disciplines, makes me wonder if the scientists of Germany in the 40s experienced similar emotions, in reaction to the Nazi propaganda that was forced to infect their otherwise objective science.

Sunday, October 8, 2023

Windblower

I had a dream recently that I was rebuilding my sailboat, building another wooden sailboat.  I miss my boat, truly a heartwrenching donation after hours of blood and sweat to build her.

Remembering

I was at work last week, deleting old e-mails, when I found an e-mail to my then boss telling him that my father had passed away.  That same night, the appointed psalm for the evening was the 23rd psalm.  I don't believe that it was coincidence.  It was a poignant reminder of mortality and loss.