Uriel238 [all pronouns]

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  • The short answer, I don’t know.

    But from my own observation there were a lot more general key changes in 1980s-era rock, which may have been the result of fewer other ways to escalate a song for the final chorus and outro, which is to say, yes, new tech (mostly sampling, looping and higher-fidelity recording) reduced the need for creativity much the way that movies had a lot more stage effects before they just filmed actors in green-screen and added everything with CGI.

    Last year I went to a SGMC concert of mostly Queen, and was noticing how much their tunes bounced around, often having two or three key-changes per verse+chorus.


  • I’d expect the Waymo video to have captured footage of these guys. It might not be that difficult to track them, and street harassment might well qualify as assault if the DA of San Francisco were interested in prosecuting.

    That said, it’s telling that they freely and openly harassed a strange woman on the street once the threat of being run over was not a factor.

    ETA: One short-term workaround is to tint the windows so that passengers cannot be seen from the outside, but there might be causes to harass occupied Waymo vehicles regardless of the passenger (say, to mug them). I’m curious if this is going to lead to equipping autonomous vehicles with anti-riot ordnance.


  • Celine’s First Law for psychiatry.

    To be fair, your therapist is not supposed to merely diagnose you and treat your issues, rather (in modern 1990s and twenty-first century models) offer you tools by which you treat yourself, at most catching you when you get caught up in your own trigger-symptom spirals.

    So it’s not a hierarchy of repair-units in which each repair-unit can only repair those on the lower tiers, rather one could make a repair-unit circle-jerk, in which each one repairs the one in front of it while repaired by the one behind it.

    At least this is the ideal case. There is the problem in which therapists are also human, and prone to their own experiences, opinions and flaws:

    ~ About a third of therapists in the US are romantically involved with (e.g. banging) one (at least one) of their patients. I’d be curious about how this looks on the other side, and if there are patients who have a history of successfully wooing their therapists. (Don’t get involved with your patents, by the way. It’s a license-killing offense and often gets socially messy. On the other hand, we’re desperately lonely and horny as a species.)

    ~ As a patient often used as a trainer for interns, I’ve often worked out specific issues that get my therapist excited while being safely away from my own cruxes, so whenever I feel too tired to actually do work, I can rely on seguing the conversation to that issue, and therapy is concluded with my therapist thinking we made fantastic progress. This becomes too easy to do, and I’ll find weeks have gone by in which I’ve been too fatigued to work on real issues.

    ~ Most psycho-therapeutic models are based on the medical model: Someone comes in with a chief complaint, and the doctor diagnoses an illness and prescribes a treatment. But while we might know not to send a miner with black lung back to the mines (provided he has some kind of disability coverage) we don’t have the same mechanism to keep a patient from a toxic home environment or even a toxic work environment. Plenty of my own therapists have only been interested in getting me functional again as a worker (whether as a cleric or technician or whatever), not recognizing the factors that made my work toxic. Some therapists really strongly believe in the capitalist economy model and have actually confronted me that if I’m not interested in returning to work, why should I be in therapy? – It’s these times that I wondered if I could arrange so that they wake up with my severed head on their bed. Probably not.

    I have long hypothesized we are all long out of our minds, but live in a society so dysfunctional that we either don’t notice or can’t admit it. Abuse is intergenerational. We all have been raised without a village, and since the 1970s our parents have been too exhausted from work to parent or think much about civics.

    Across the society, the inpatients are literally running the asylum.


  • Yes, but partitioning blame is not the point. Thomas Aquinas wouldn’t touch the lever, because doing so may jeopardize his path to heaven.

    Kant wasn’t around when Nazi Jew hunters were literally scouring Europe for hidden Jewish refugees, but he did address the murderer at the door and argued it was right and proper not to lie to the murderer to protect a friend.

    Sartre and Camus (and pretty much all their contemporaries) had to deal with real Nazis, so they’d pull the damn lever because ultimately it doesn’t matter who set it up, even if they successfully escape to Brazil or Argentina. The situation is here and now and up to us to act. (And while there are few literal trolleys, there are plenty of instances in which a smaller mischief supports a greater good, or preventing a greater harm, sometimes involving selecting who lives and dies.)

    A mother would steal medicine for her sick and dying kids, for instance, and rightly so, which is why it is necessary to create a society in which she doesn’t have to, and defy the society that prevents her from caring for those children.

    Countless Muslims in Spain would eat pork before their colleagues and before God so as to not be discovered and reported to the Inquisition. But then in Islam (by my limited comprehension) God forgives when you do what you do to survive.

    There’s no right answer to the Trolley problem. It happens to be a paradox of deontological ethics (mores defined by creed) but its point in full form is to show that there are often no right answers, and we are driven as much by what we feel is right or wrong, as by what we compute is the most rational ethic.

    The Trolley problem just happens to be the one turned into a meme, and is easy to draw on a chalkboard in philosophy class.