The question is whether civilization as we know it can survive a transformation from values laid down by a few (the elite) to a global auction offering different and often conflicting values and perceptions. With luck a kind of benign global civilization may emerge. The alternative is conflicts born out of values justifying violence and armed conflicts against those who think otherwise — the easy way.
A New Dark Age by Joergen Oerstroem Moeller
Guide to Dim Sum and Guide to Dumplings – hungering and informative
The Egg by Andy Weir – too chummy, but fine
Name of the Year – curated amazing names, including background on where each one came from. Some samples: Moses Regular, Win Thin, Joko Widodo, Dr. Wallop Promthong, Infinite Grover
Cloud Chamber – watch uranium decay in real time
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal – update
Andy Gilmore – update
A new dream job.
The Apples Of New York update incoming.
One of those subtle things that really puts the icing on the cake.
NYT feature, and a bonus:
“Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.”
—Hunter S. Thompson