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“To Switch The Autonomous Self-regulation DNA Programming”, I tell HR as I slide open the top of the convertible, “you’ll need to remove everything from your identity; leave just your name; that, is #killedAF at the end, Yo.” “So”, HR replies as the wind blows through her hair, “I’m simply HR, for now.” “Yup.” #identityAF (2.5k)

“To Switch The Autonomous Self-regulation DNA Programming”, I tell HR as I slide open the top of the convertible, “you’ll need to remove everything from your identity; leave just your name; that, is #killedAF at the end, Yo.” “So”, HR replies as the wind blows through her hair, “I’m simply HR, for now.” “Yup.” #identityAF (2.5k)

Fake News is Not New and Huxley, Not Orwell, is the Messenger

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Why it’s time to reread Neil Postman

The news business is in a sweat about fake news. The temperature has been rising since the November election of Donald Trump as President and it went febrile on February 2 when his press secretary Kellyanne Conway claimed the president’s restrictions on immigration announced on January 27 were justified by the massacre carried out by Iraqi refugees (some time ago) in Bowling Green, Kentucky. There had never been a massacre but she got away with saying it on the Chris Matthews MSNBC news show—and that has news critics apoplectic. How could mainstream journalism, which has to include presidential press secretaries, have fallen into such an embarrassing state?   

The idea of “fake news” became a talking point during the fall election season when stories such as Hillary Clinton’s involvement in a pizza-house pedophilia ring circulated. Few, if any, legitimate news organizations bought into that story, or into post-election White House claims that the president lost the popular vote because of voter fraud.  

Going back several years, though, the press and television news organizations have compiled a troubling record of reporting stories that were false. The most spectacular of those were The New Republic’s gullible acceptance of editor Stephen Glass’s fabricated stories before finally firing him in 1998;  CNN’s 1998 investigative report—later retracted as “unsupportable by the facts” and skewered as more fantasy than fact—that sarin nerve gas had been used on a 1970 covert raid by U.S. special forces to kill a group of GIs who had defected to the North Vietnamese on the Ho Chi Minh Trail; The New York Times 2003 admission that its reporter, Jason Blair, had filed numerous false stories before his editors owned-up to their own collusion in his duplicity and canned him.

Orwell, Postman pointed out, “warned that we will be overcome by externally opposed oppression”… whereas Huxley, in Postman’s reading, sees that “people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.”

Only now, however, with untruths flying out of the White House like chaff from a speeding grain truck—Trump charges that the press has underreported terror attacks and crime rates, both wrong—do establishment figures appear worried about the declining credibility of pillars-of-information-exchange like press secretaries and the journalists to whom they speak. Writing on the front page of the February 6 New York Times Business Section, news-watcher Jim Rutenberg noted that “blowback over the whole Bowling Green yarn” had effects on the reputation of journalism that could not be reversed, and then called-out other recent stories that put strain the reliability of news reporting.

Rutenberg then reported that sales of George Orwell’s book 1984, published in 1949, and was back on bestseller lists. In that novel, Orwell had warned of the power of big government to control its people by controlling the information they got. The fictitious head of Orwell’s totalitarian fantasy was Big Brother who employed information specialists to create false news stories and rewrite the history of the nation’s people. Big Brother’s objective was to build a permanent warfare state. “Orwell’s classic seems all too familiar,” writes Rutenberg, capturing in the words of Times book critic Michiko Kakutani, “a world in which the government insists that reality is not something objective . . . .”  And now, continues Rutenberg, Mr. Trump “renews those fears.”

Rutenberg, it should be said, is one of many observers invoking Orwell as a way to frame what is going on in our own world of fake news. Their concern is valid and their attention to Orwell has merit but they’re pointing us in the wrong direction—maybe even 180 degrees off course.   

Media critic Neil Postman took up the matters of information and power in his 1985 book Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business. Postman was writing out of concern that an actor, Ronald Reagan, had become president.

Free Book: The Doors of Perception by Aldous Huxley

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Aldous Huxley became a pioneer in the (practically nonexistent) field of modern psychedelic literature in 1954 when he published The Doors of Perception, a short but detailed book about his experience with mescaline. Many people would hesitate to publish a book about such a controversial and personal topic even today, half a century later, but Huxley staked his claim smack dab in the middle of the 1950s. The term “psychedelic” hadn’t even been coined yet (though Huxley would contribute to its creation a few years later).

This book represents one of the first and best-known “trip reports”, at least in the West, placing it alongside classic documents like Albert Hofmann’s 1943 journal, which details the first ever LSD trip. By introducing curious Westerners to the idea of the psychedelic experience, and to mescaline in particular, Huxley opened the doors of perception for generations of psychonauts. 

The name of the book—which would later inspire Jim Morrison’s The Doors—comes from this passage, inspired by the inimitable William Blake.

To become fully human, man, proud man, the player of fantastic tricks, must learn to get out of his own way: only then will his infinite faculties and angelic apprehension get a chance of coming to the surface. In Blake’s words, we must ‘cleanse the doors of perception’; for when the doors of perception are cleansed, ‘everything appears to man as it is—infinite.’

Here’s one of my favorite excerpts, about the ultimate solitude of each human being and the limits of communication.

We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies–all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.

Most island universes are sufficiently like one another to permit of inferential understanding or even of mutual empathy or “feeling into.” Thus, remembering our own bereavements and humiliations, we can condole with others in analogous circumstances, can put ourselves…in their places. But in certain cases communication between universes is incomplete or even nonexistent. The mind is its own place, and the Places inhabited by the insane and the exceptionally gifted are so different from the places where ordinary men and women live, that there is little or no common ground of memory to serve as a basis for understanding or fellow feeling. Words are uttered, but fail to enlighten. The things and events to which the symbols refer belong to mutually exclusive realms of experience.

Later, Huxley looks at a bouquet of flowers and has a realization about “Is-ness” or “Suchness”, the inherent quality of existence:

I was not looking now at an unusual flower arrangement.

Get The Best Meat Injector By Following This Simple Guide

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If you love cooking with meat, I’m sure you’d appreciate the added flavors that you can enjoy when you use a fine meat injector. Meat injectors have easily become one of the most enjoyed cooking tools by chef all over the world because of the way it adds depth to all kinds of meats.

If you’d like to up your meat game, I suggest you try and take a look at our guide below. Once you are done with this article, you will know all the basics when it comes to looking for the best meat injector for your kitchen.

The Benefits of a Meat Injector

There are a number of benefits you can enjoy once you get a meat injector. The two major benefits you will get to experience is the way you can effectively marinate and add moisture to all kinds of meat.

In conventional ways of marination, the mixture of flavors you use doesn’t penetrate the surface of the meat. This means your meat will only be flavorufula on the outside and not on the inside. Since meat injectors place the flavorings within the meat, the liquid content helps make the meat moist during the cooking process.

Since meat injectors can help add moisture to any type of meat you cook, it can effectively help you turn large cuts of meat that take high heat temperatures to cook to be served completely succulent in the inside.

What’s more is that marination takes a lot of time before the flavors set in. At a minimum, you will need about 30 minutes of soaking time for the flavors to stick into your food. With a meat injector, the meat you cook will contain all the flavors of your marinade within mere seconds.

How to Use a Meat Injector Meat injectors are very simple and easy to use. It all begins with your liquid marinade. The first thing you need to do is prepare your marinade and fill the meat injector with it. Simply draw your marinade into the injector via its needle.

Once the marinade is completely inside the injector’s chamber, all you need to do next is stick it into the meat and push the plunger to put the liquid into the parts you wish to become flavorful and moist.

Needless to say, a meat injector is one of those cooking tools that doesn’t require much culinary experience, but it can significantly affect the overall quality of your food.

Other Ways To Use A Meat Injector

Aside from being used to make cuts of meat extra moist and flavorful, you can also use a meat injector on other types of food.

One creative use for a meat injector is of fruits. You can use a meat injector to infuse fruits with chocolate, liquor, or pretty much whatever you wish to add.

The things you can do with meat injector is practically endless. This is why getting one for yourself can make you a more versatile and creative chef in the kitchen.

How To Choose A Meat Injector

To ensure that you are getting something that will give you the bang for your buck, try to be mindful of these following factors when it comes to choosing a meat injector.​

​Chamber Capacity

The first thing you should be mindful of when it comes to meat injectors is the size of its chamber. If you often find yourself working with large cuts of meat, I suggest you get one with a large capacity so that you wouldn’t have to refill the thing constantly.

Do keep in mind that the size of the meat injector chamber can significantly affect how easy it is to clean the whole thing. Injectors with smaller chambers tend to be easier to clean than larger ones.​

Needle Size

When you look for meat injectors, you will see that some come with thin needles while others have large wide ones. The type of needle you will need would, of course, depend on the type of marinade you use.​

If you are using pure liquid marinades, you can do just fine with a thin needle. But if you are using marinades with little chunks of herbs in it, you might as well go with a large wide needle.

Do keep in mind that the larger the needle you choose, the harder it will be to penetrate the meat with.​

Ease of Use and Cleaning

Another important thing you should consider is the overall ease of use. Try to choose a meat injector that you would find easy to grasp and maneuver.

Dr. Yvonka’s 5 Intimacy Commandments

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Masterbate, your pleasure – your control, explore your body, experiment with yourself.


Communication – ask questions, play “hot vs cold”, let your ego go, take the feedback positively, share your sexual menu’s


I take a step back in the alley; hit the chain-linked fence behind me; I turn around; can’t go through it; look up; there’s barbed wire at the top; I turn back to face Heatherate and Jacobate; I take a step towards them; the steel blade pierces my left foot as I step on the metal on the ground; it cuts through my tendons in my foot like a hot knife going through butter; I don’t flinch; I calmly kneel and quickly rip it from my mutilated foot; it’s in my hand now; I have a way out, I think as I take my eyes from the blade to the face of Jacobate then turn my head to look at the face of Heatherate; be true, I think as I take another step forward with my bloody foot trailing in the dark dead-end alley.

“Are you ready to move”, I ask my wife, Annette, as she sits up on the sandy beach and turns her hear to look back to the Andes; they now have been razed nearly to the ground; the wave washed us, and everything away; the clean slate of the flat rock is now covered in her bright red blood with the message that she wrote; the next wave is coming soon, I think; let’s go to higher ground, Annette replies to me.

I’m in Camp FDUTNE, HR thinks to us.

We’ll meet you there tonight, by sunset, I think back to HR.

I stand up; kneel down and lock arms with Annette; she raises up off the sandy beach and is on her feet now; she takes a step and her left foot collapses; she falls, a little; I catch her; I lift her up again; it’s going to be a long hike, if you can’t walk, I think to my wife; I’ll be ok, she thinks back to me as she regains her footing and takes another step.

We would make it to the camp that night, at sunset; we’ld meet back up with HR; we would enjoy the rest of the Woolly Mammoth; HR would start her transformation later; her evolution would occur later; the way that people grow is not dependent on time but on a certain situation; the DNA reacts with something called situational familiarity; that’s how we programmed it, I tell HR.

Turning to my corporal in the space jet, I repeat the last line:

The DNA reacts with something called situational familiarity; that’s how we programmed it, I tell HR.

“Oh! Ok, Smith”, the Corporal replies as he sits at the control panel observing the buttons, “yes! Of course. Your story checks out according to the sensors.  I’ll put a word in that you get the promotion.  Nice to have you back. What did you think of your time travels back to 1968?”

“Sucked”, I reply as I get up from my chair and grab my bookbag.

“Nice to see her, my wife, again, though”, I continue, “she’ll be here soon, right?”

It was the Year 2016.4.