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Really enjoyed the OP video. The guy is spot on to what I've experienced, and I learned a lot more. I've learned that physical pain (skin injury at least) can be willed away, or at least kept at bay a good while. I've learned that I can ignore the urge to get air when swimming underwater (in a pool). I've been spoiled of late but recall earlier years in less well heated rural dwellings, that along with physical movement, kept me feeling primed. I've been somewhat conservative with winter heating, but may knock it down even more this year.

I like the music in that last video, haven't checked the others yet.

I recall something about that program being a boon to fruit growers because it used fruit juice as something for kids, never mind the total caloric load or obesity.

Back in the eighties, my former wife, during a time of employment crud, took a particular adult ed class out of desperation. She ended up becoming an outstanding expert in that field. Ya' just never know.

Botany Bay...Mars. To come back from the Moon (I'm in the non-faked camp) was possible because Moon's gravity is weak, and being cosmically close didn't hurt. Mars, no deal. Too much gravity, more Earth than Moon, so how can you fly one ship to Mars that carries another with it, fuel included? Is that possible? That's a huge machine, humans included, going just one way by itself, not to mention supporting fuel tank farms, piping, derricks, electric power plants...sigh, I should be researching it...well, someone else research it...I'm assuming that in any kind of foreseeable mode, it's a one way trip for humans. (Maybe small escape pods with launchers shaped like giant derringers and a humans with high tolerance for momentary extreme G-force. Quick, reminds of what early classic sci-fi movie?) Which makes it very brave, also the last thing I'd want to do. You can't even go outside without a suit, and even then a 200-mph breeze might send you tumbling. Do you see a sic-fi scenario of volunteers? Young, old? Stalwart idealist? The incurable disease angle? (Begging a compost question there.) How's that movie look?...(sigh, now I must resist searching old movies, 'cause there must be at least one that's addressed this.) Can you see a scenario where Mars really does become a penal colony? Chose a century, a political reality now unknown, and heck, if it's a capital crime, it's an alternative.

Not only don't I see herpes anywhere, unless color coded behavior patterns...but I can't figure out what the chart even is. Where are the labels? All I see is a bold upholstery fabric pattern with a darker area near top to hide neck and hair grime. (I'm not deeply aware of Canadian politics by a long shot, but had specifically wondered this morning about what the elections results might mean. Please keep the info coming.)

7 km2 isn't much land. I don't know how many anarcho-anythings can fit in that space. Veddy cool that the guy spotted the opportunity. It will be of interest to monitor it's progress over years. 20 billion in investments...for what? That much money buys a huge water filtration plant or an Olympic Campus, or the next place big companies will move to after being fed up with California regs and taxes. Oh, maybe that's the answer.

Years ago I took beginning Aikido. In the class was one woman who wore a black belt for karate. She was small, maybe under a hundred pounds. (I'm just under six feet and about 175lbs/12.5st/80kg) It struck me offhand that if a guy of any reasonable size or strength could get a hold of one arm or leg, or long hair, he could more or less tear her apart like cooked chicken, no matter how much the other limbs were flailing. In a class exercise, she was supposed to grab my wrist and flip me or something. No clear instructions were made otherwise, so I assumed she really needed to do so, or what's the point of the exercise? So I stood there with one wrist grabbed, and waited for her to do something. She tugged once or twice and looked peeved that I didn't jump past her in a spin. It was a joke. A dangerous joke. She's going around thinking she's a black belt, and the perps think she is more like a cooked chicken, and guess who's probably more correct? The aura of entertaining superwomen fighters is a very dangerous idea to give to girls and women. I'm reminded of zulus and others who believed their magic would deflect bullets. It didn't.

"Michio Kaku," --used to adore this guy, then in one interview, he said Fukushima would be cleaned up in 40 years (the official TEPCO B.S. at the time), and that anthropogenic global warming was real. Shot himself down!

"Academia is too afraid to call evil by its name or to tell the truth." Truly!

I noticed a medium sized tattoo on the small of a woman's back recently, and my reaction was about how was it going to age, vague other notions. I think those Maori full body tattoos are amazing, and have seen large amounts of high quality body art here and there, great for that person. In general, however, I wonder about women who put a small thing on an ankle or neck or whatever. Is that going to be an annoying regret later, like a grease smudge that won't wash out? (Has anyone ever done a tattoo that mimics a grease smudge?)

They are coupled with YOUR emotions (or those of other mammal viewers). We are emotional beings, and see the world that way. Our emotional structure is more or less a brain layer called the limbic system. (Yes brains intra-connect all over the wazoo, but it seems a fair generalization.) No limbic system, no emotions. Evolution made it very successfully with fish/amphibian/reptile brains, which we still have within us, with code structure that works fabulously for survival and reproduction, essentially reproduction of it's own code, old news there. When proto-mammals occurred, they were largely nocturnal, little rats or such. (Actually, noticing our roots in "little rats" explains a lot of other stuff on these forums.) Nature needed to grow new code, and used the existing and well-entrenched olfactory system for starting (reduced vision means more reliance on scent or hearing, begging the question if that's why music can be emotional). A new layer of code grew, our limbic layer, and it has a micro-structural similarity to nasal neurology. (I stumbled upon all this and more while researching my own brain injury some years ago. Women, we men don't recall your eye color because it has zero info about your health and condition, and evolution said don't waste time on it.) You will notice that smells give us good "feelings." Feeling is a word humans invented to describe a category of experience that didn't exist before proto-mammals. Think how you feel when you smell warm fudge brownies or fresh coffee, a home fireplace, a thick coat you love, any loved ones at all, fresh water...we FEEL good...those are the new (if you use a few tens of millions of years as "new") codes guiding us, to all those things we need to survive. We respond to feelings, we react to their guidance, which originally meant family, shelter, good food and water. We also developed FEAR*, since things out there want to eat us, even as little rats. (*Sort of a reverse Pandora's Box.) I don't know how salamanders feel about getting back home, or a fudge brownie equivalent, but it ain't what we feel. Best guess is memories of being very sick with disease or injury, and fighting for consciousness. There were moments or minutes, when I was barely existent, my actions were based upon simple urgent instructions from my head, to crawl, or hold my head up, seek water...there was no possibility of an emotion, that stuff was clobbered out of existence. I was reduced to a survival automaton. Does the salamander have a life like that...without the sickness part? A bunch of LEGO's with a heartbeat? About showing heart in action, well, so does Niagara Falls. And what we call panic in an ant, tho' it probably is for life threatening reasons, may just be considered "initiation of certain rapid responses." Cars are sedate at 10mph, and manic monsters at 70mph. Does that imply a monstrous spirit-entity resides in the engine block?

Depression? Addiction?

".they need to promote reproduction to produce more tax slaves...so I'm a bit of a loss on that)." The number of not-born tax slaves is minor compared to the number of already-born sympathetic/manipulated voters.

Not talking about people dealing with abusive people, family, gummint, or churches. (Bonus question: excluding those groups, what remains of the planet's population count?) A few years ago, my area had natural variation probably involving food supply and/or predators, and all of a sudden rabbits became part of the local scene, where before they'd been rare. Others have garden problems perhaps, but they just nibble a bit of grass here, feel safe, don't run from me. ("Hellooo, bun-bun!") Some rabbit sized holes under fences make for perfect escape or hiding routes. It feels like a Catholic holy card view outside, with widdle all-safey bunny rabbits. (Usually 1-2, up to 4 at a time.) Except last winter, with the big hawk-feather prints in the snow, and half a rabbit left behind. I notice how as prey animals, their skulls are rather flat, the eyes hemispherical, and they see as all around as possible. Which is life for prey animals, of which there are very many species. We know our bodies are better served by certain types of stress, assuming good health, such as wise exertion or heat stress. Their/our brains, by decree of Nature, must always be on alert against death. I know that in a close encounter, an animal may go high stress and escape, and the stress hormones return to normal. But what is normal? Shouldn't we always be on alert? This seems so obvious in human society at large, and the problems thereof, but we are so complex that we sometimes miss the foundations. Rabbit, deer, or us, we should always be eyes-open for the grim reaper. While trying to enjoy dinner. What triggered the title question, is I changed some bicycling routes lately. A pleasant thing, yet a short part of it is thru connecting and irregular parking areas behind a few buildings. They have zilch moving traffic, clear views, and are actually fun, but I have to constantly look around at what is essentially a maze, including for a parked car that suddenly isn't. I noticed the feeling of high alert, and how it seemed to tune me up more than just the bike alone. So, for that small percentage of untrammeled humanity not bothered by active threats (like is it okay to be Finnish these days? -- I gather that the Swedes are somewhat doomed), is a small amount of fear actually healthy at some hormonal/molecular level?

Calling men 'lucky people with dicks' -- somebody needs to educate herself. Look up Norah Vincent's opinion, as someone who actually did the research. Lesbian feminist, who posed as a male with makeup and voice coaching. Quit after a year or so, couldn't stand it, glad to be female again since it was easier. Funny what happens to opinions when actual truth is checked.... Norah Vincent - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia " Vincent asserts that, since the experiment, she has never been more glad to be female.[7]"

" to not read or watch the news," -- this is powerful advice. Self education is one thing you might find very rewarding, but presented news is commercial/political/emotional manipulation, and will mess your head. Good nature walks help, but if you don't have that option, just get out to an urban walk, and talk to a total stranger. Say what's troubling you, or talk about something you observe around you. Talking with others always puts some perspective on things, or at least is distracting you, taking you outside of your own head. And you randomly learn new things.

Wow, dude, sorry you had to go through that, and surely much more.

Go Brucethecollie for always asking for the evidence. The late sixties and early seventies were a time of tremendous upheaval in Western Civ. Part of that was religious cults, which still exist, but are much more low key, usually. We're talking about serious mind control, semi-starvation and sleep deprivation, absconding with all property, etc. Not just a few people having loud prayers. I knew nothing of this, was socially backwards and a real innocent, and one day visiting a friend in Atlanta...Atlanta is regional HQ for lots of stuff...and with a few other co-travelers, walked unknowingly (just another white frame house on a Peachtree) into the regional HQ of the #3 religious cult in the US at the time, called Children Of God. (That name has been used by many others, be not confused, tho' I wouldn't trust any of them.) It was started by one David Berg, aka Moses David, who was a scoundrel (my mother had a friend who dated him in NYC). At some point, I saw their insider-only literature promoting Gaddafi as the Messiah (sent a letter to the FBI about that), but that is years later with yet more harrowing adventure. I estimated 130+ people in that one house, virtually all were essentially runaways, virtually kidnapped, except the few managers/handlers, and likely their parents didn't even know where they were (I would learn later). They sucked in this one guy, then they went for his girlfriend Nancy, my sister's best friend. They couldn't have Nancy, dammit!!! Alone on this mortal plane, I faced off against this monstrous entity over three days of various encounters, Nancy in the middle. They'd work in shifts, I couldn't. Some of the things that occurred over those days scared me like I'd never been scared before. Someplace near the beginning of what would become a huge struggle, being bombarded by their "logic", I recalled having been in Catholic school, and having to learn that so much was BS (somebody ask me about the starfish incident). I distinctly recall using those childhood lessons as a tool in my struggle against the COG. So I agree with those who say Santa gives a child warning that all is not kosher. (Nancy did not join, but it was a decision made at the very last moment, deciding to get into a taxi to the airport, or not. That was a cliffhanger! I've rarely been that relieved about anything.)

I didn't learn to ride a bike until my twenties. See some other of my posts for background on that social retardation. I do recall that if the seat is lowered below optimum riding, it is easier to mount and not immediately fall over; and can be incrementally adjusted later. A lower seat can also make it seem more like a scooter, with feet pushing against ground, for a less scary learning period. Locked knees? What is that for? I did learn to swim well in residential swimming pools. I never did Australian crawl, too clunky and splashy for me, seemed horribly inefficient. I learned from watching frogs and water beetles, what do they do? Ain't no Australian crawl. They have two flippers and tuck everything else in close. I managed back in my age fifties to do an entire 25-meter pool one breath underwater, by mentally calming myself; even when I "needed" to gulp air, I found I could will away the need, it was just a warning signal, not actual crisis. Slow movements, so no wasteful eddying. Frog-style leg kicks, slowly pulling arms up close to body and spreading for a stroke, not many of those, reminding me of how slowly sea turtles move their flippers. Some body undulation too, but not much. Anyone who saw that old TV show about a man from Atlantis, and how they made him swim, has the idea, but much moderated. I honestly can't think of how I'd lock my knees swimming. Years ago, we had rubber swim fins which may have had locked knees part of the stroke. But I don't like locking my knees under stress unless it's a standing and bracing type of thing. Maybe the girl has tight hamstrings, and it hurts.

I have trouble with the claim that neglect is not inflicted. Maybe it's a semantics issue, but if someone doesn't properly feed/cloth/shelter their child, harm is inflicted. Yet you do say the mother who didn't know is an abuser. "Children are not hostages. They can run away from home. They can tell the police, teachers, neighbors, friends, anyone else that they are being abused. A hostage cannot do it by being literally chained down. Children are only scared into being separated, but there's no physical boundary." Not for me it wasn't. Those are adult statements, a child cannot comprehend that. Fear is a prison as effective as walls. At least with a wall, it's visibly a wall, visibly a barrier to go around. Fear presents no such tidy thoughts. Especially when the adults in the child's life all seem to condone abuse; even if it's from silence, that's what it seems like to a child. Rough or uncaring teachers or administrators just add to the perception. Running away from home an option??? Into what? No shelter, food, known contacts? Into a world which has already shown it's mean spirited and uncaring? Children are very much hostages. It just isn't obvious when good care is provided.

Actually, it's a pretty valid list. LATER EDIT: I first took it as surface, about the level of intrigue as a bar drink coaster. But I see by reading other posts that I missed some things. One comment by Frosty: "and cowardice is almost always unique to women." ​I have recently pondered this. Women are the breeders, and anything mysterious or not understood, in the natural world, meant a hidden cougar or poison plants, something dangerous, and so the womb bearers are programmed to run away. Like a girl. I have found it sooooo irritating to talk to women in general, they simply cannot, not, not, not, handle new information, no matter how blatantly obviously true. Not when her ego is anyway involved. (And ego is a way of saying the organism's total sense of self as perceived.) Doesn't matter if a fancy career is slapped around the outside, it's a girl in the core. They will run. Make a face, maybe call a name, and run away. (Another FDR poster someplace made mention of how few females are here in these forums, both blessing the ones that show up, and highlighting the larger number that don't.) The creator of Dilbert found this to be a usefully universal truth: Imgur: Dilbert your facts (Notice the common female trick of accusing the messenger of owning or creating the facts, then attacking the messenger, so as not to address the facts themselves.) Karen Straughn/GirlWritesWhat addressed this. "Emotional basket cases" I think she said. And reported that decent women years ago, who weren't like that, fully recognized that most women ARE like that, and were wary of universal women suffrage. (Additional reasons were given, such as women's limited access to info to begin with, back in the day. I know one woman, successful nurse, has the internet at her fingertips, yet doesn't research anything, watches mainstream news and goes to someone now and then "for a reading." I've been meaning to ask if that means putting tea leaves on the palm of her hand. Thinks men shouldn't defend themselves against female assailants. Yeah, well, if someone starts shooting in a theater, stop your own bullets, ya' blankety blank, it's not gonna be me being a shield.) FeminismLOL, another online woman with honesty, used the video title "Women Are Navel Gazing Morons." Not PC is it? But I see it endlessly in real life, cringe at the thought of honestly engaging most females in intellectual discussion. Even smart ones, there's a place she'll cringe, you just have to find it, something tied to her ego. I think that's also evolution, the most egotistical females force their way to the center of the herd/tribe, and when food is low, their babies live, and the less pushy females have their babies die. Nature, ain't she sweet? So women in general are literally mortally afraid to admit being wrong, got programmed that way.

Good to see a grudging move towards honesty. The Myles guy is clearly clueless. CO2 has been rising for 18,000 years, and man has nothing to do with it beyond the truly trivial. Temp has been rising since a low point around 1850, well before power plants. Find the money/ego trails for Myles....

Valuable point. I've studied military history since young, and it impresses me how the same topic...even one as covered as the battle of Waterloo...when covered by different parties or presentations, will reveal either totally new data, or a different twist on some aspect. I'm reading Tolstoy's War and Peace. (Not speed reading.) I'm halfway thru, and Tolstoy, describing what was going on in the first parts of the 1812 French invasion of Russia, tells how historians will tell this or that cause, but it's really a huge number of individuals pursuing personal interests that cause actual results.