Keeping away form VCs that "know better" how to monetize my time seems like a proven technique for managing my time. Money I create directly impacts my loved ones.
explain flat soft drinks... Your beer, champaign, and all carbonated drinks contain CO2 that is dissolved in solution and as the temperature increases as it sits in your glass the CO2 comes out of solution.
This isn't an IQ test: now think of the oceans, as temperature changes the solubility of CO2 changes inversely proportional to temperature just like your soda pop becomes flat when it warms up. Additionally this is why soft drinks are served cold.
> Your beer, champaign, and all carbonated drinks contain CO2 that is dissolved in solution and as the temperature increases as it sits in your glass the CO2 comes out of solution.
That’s mostly due to pressure, carbonated drinks are stored at 30-50 psi. Even a warm carbonated drink will produce bubbles.
Bottomless outrage seems to be the outlet for a life unlived, unfulfilled. Do something constructive by ignoring thoughts that beg for influence and abuse logic.
At the end of 2022 I caught Legionaries and arrived at the hospital with 48% O2 saturation and promptly slipped into a coma. Next came a trake and a respirator which was placed in a medically induced coma. I was unconscious for almost 2 months in the ER. I'd get CPR twice and once I awoke fully the head nurse came in and asked (once I could talk) how it was to meet Jesus. I didn't meet Jesus but I did hang with several dead friends, some aliens and at least one deity. The dreams were most vivid and I now look at death as a physical phenomena, I do believe that my spirit persists. I'm glad that I get to continue with this life and I'm grateful for all the days, good or bad. The "dreams" were 90% dark/bad but having survived those makes today just wonderful.
Thanks for sharing. When you read articles like the above, which suggest that those perceptions are hallucinations from oxygen starvation, how do you react?
Seems like a lot of work. Greenhouses sometime need shade so we coat them in 50lb bags of Hydrated lime (Calcium Hydroxide) which can be purchases for really cheap. While I enjoyed the video when I have thousands of squarefeet that need coverage hydrated lime works great.
The input substrate to produce CaO is CaCO3. This requires a lot of energy, often obtained by burning coal and the reaction releases CO2.
Absorbing CaO/Ca(OH)2 makes sense only in systems like submarines/bunkers with no external air supply.
As a CO2 capture method on a large scale is makes no sense. Even if we think about using CaO as some "CO2 capture and release" material with who knows, storing pure CO2 underground, I think even theoretical no CO2 emitting energy needed for baking CaCO3 has a better use.
If the lifetime energy savings are greater than this energy cost then it's still a good idea. You only need a thin coating so it sounds plausible to me.
A well applied lime wash is something more people should be aware of in the modern world. If you live in an old stone building it is what you should be using for exterior stonework and not modern paints!
It is not the problem with lime vs another white paint outside of the buildings. Modern paints based often containing TiO2 are more durable.
But I am with you that using lime especially on roofs/sun exposed walls (assuming lime does not eat up some materials) before summer is sensible if done correctly. Otherwise we will have a spike in hospital admissions of ppl splashing lime over themselves.
Seems like a lot of work to do yourself but if made commercially there’s nothing in the process that would make the end product very inexpensive either.
Having recently recovered from Legionnaires where I was in a medically induced coma for nearly 2 months where I received CPR twice for flat-lining here is my experience... I didn't know what happened but I did get to meet deities, aliens and participate in a bunch of sci-fi oriented excursions. In short I learned about where the mind goes under a lot of drugs and I appreciate the experience. It was easier to remember and clearer than dreams. As to the bright light -- I thought it was nuclear war :) It a long "bad trip" but recovering well, thanks to a great community of concerned friends and healers.
I had open heart surgery once, and was given a lot of drugs. It was extremely intense and strange, and I felt like I was at the edge of discovering something immensely important. In retrospect I believe I learned nothing.
I think I posted it on here before but I recall a story of someone who said they would speak to God on LSD and that everything was profound.
So one time they decided to ask "God" what the meaning of life was and they would write it down to study the next day. The next day all that was written down was "Walls". It felt profound but meant nothing.
That is unless walls is the answer and it is just too blunt for us to understand but that is a question for another day. ;)
Truly, the meaning of life is walls. Without cell walls, where would we be? Without delineation or separation, how could we make sense of the world? This article is about piercing the veil, a wall between life and, well, that would be telling. Gradients are necessary for life, but walls are necessary for meaning.
I dunno, I'm not high but I can see some plausible depth here. I'm not arguing that your friend talked to god, of course, but as an answer to the meaning of life, "walls“ is pretty excellent.
I used to do this a lot as a kid. Ascribing high meaning to tiny things like words or patterns. Some of it was just plain magical thinking. Later I learned it's called the "Hindsight Bias" usually mixed in with a little grandiosity and juvenile narcissism. I never understood why no-one could see my genius! Being a teenager is so cringey in retrospect...
Although, as a buddhist I like to think of the meaning of life as tearing down walls that never existed anywhere but our own minds. Of realizing interconnectedness. But at the same time I'm always aware that I'm not THAT far from the cringey know-it-all teenager!
Yeah, I was just having fun with it. I was reared in a spiritualistic environment, so I kinda know the lingo. So help me if I actually believed those words I wrote :)
Assume this was a valid scientific experiment, then there has to be some combination of a reasonable number of written words that would prove they had communicated with the divine.
People have been writing texts for thousands of years and it's obvious to me that no such word combos exist. If they did, they'd have been discovered and well-known.
So, all that was shown with the walls experiment was that experimental design was flawed. Nothing about whether the person could or could not speak to God on LSD.
Due to the nature of higher powers and quantum randomness, I don't believe there's an algorithmic way to distinguish acts of God from acts of an Alien from happenings of extremely improbable (out-of-distribution) quantum randomness.
I'm very happy for your recovery, wishing you many more good years.
"It was extremely intense and strange, and I felt like I was at the edge of discovering something immensely important. In retrospect I believe I learned nothing."
I love that the "it" in this sentence could be lots of things, heart surgery, marriage, school, and even life as a whole itself.
I'm sorry, I had to. Re-reading your response though, there's something unclear to me. What part was intense and strange? Wouldn't it just be like going under and then waking up? Was there a sensation of going in and out as they performed surgery?
I remember nothing of surgery itself, but for weeks after that I was on Vicodin and half-crazy. I remember a dream that felt like I had spent a hundred years on a submarine, with almost no input but the ping of a radar. I remember being mostly unable to participate in a Skype conversation my visiting parents had had with some friends from fifteen years ago, putting my head down, and seeing that everyone was in fact a tiny ship on a great expanding sea, getting farther and farther from each other, ala the big bang. I remember identifying with a pinball in a two-dimensional pinballish world -- somehow my sense of self was inside that world but my perception of it was from outside in the z-direction looking at it -- and the certainty that that pinball had to eventually get flushed down a certain exit pipe, and yet it never seemed to. Everything felt pregnant with metaphor for everything else -- the bed was school, a book was traffic, speech was rain.
It all sounds trippy and enjoyable to me as I write it now, but really, it sucked.
This sounds very familiar to when I was a young man and I was given a lot of painkillers and had a very high fever due to an infection. I had a very intense waking dream where I felt like I was hurtling into an infinite void. I had a few flashbacks in the next week while totally sober. Overall it was an intensely unpleasant experience.
When I was about 11 I had a bad flu with fever for a number of days. I was eventually hospitalized for dehydration as I could not drink or eat without vomiting. I don't remember a lot of detail but there were several periods of vertigo and a blurring of dreaming and being awake.
Definitely not like you but last year I had COVID and while everything else was fine as doctor said I had high fever for 5 days straight with little dip and I hallucinated like anything had known before.
Then after some time I had dengue. Well, that made COVID fever experience a walk in a well maintained park. I would not wish dengue on anyone!
The difference of these hallucinations was that it seemed so real. I got to remember what happened and a lot I can remember even now - after months. Characters, people, my connection with them, whys, whats, names, clear faces, places, signs and marks around me from those episodes. While in case regular dreams by the end of an hour so it disintegrates so fast I can barely remember I had a dream and can’t recall much of it.
This sounds quite similar to many DMT experiences you see on YouTube and hear about on podcasts. I wonder if there's been any studies monitoring DMT levels in realtime as people pass away to measure if there's a significant spike around the time of death. I recall hearing that measuring DMT levels is difficult because we process it so quickly.
this article complains about the vagueness of many descriptions of making parchment and forget the context of the middle ages where just about everyone knew how to skin an animal. The more skilled knew how to remove hair from a skin. Ignoring what must have been common knowledge back then for vague or incomplete descriptions leaves me with little joy or love for this work.
