What happened to the others? And what may happen to us? Most books about the history of humanity pursue either a historical or a biological approach, but Dr. Yuval Noah Harari breaks the mold with this highly original book that begins about 70, years ago with the appearance of modern cognition. From examining the role evolving humans have played in the global ecosystem to charting the rise of empires, Sapiens integrates history and science to reconsider accepted narratives, connect past developments with contemporary concerns, and examine specific events within the context of larger ideas.
Harari also compels us to look ahead, because over the last few decades humans have begun to bend laws of natural selection that have governed life for the past four billion years. We are acquiring the ability to design not only the world around us, but also ourselves. Where is this leading us, and what do we want to become? This beautiful, illuminating tale of hope and courage is based on interviews that were conducted with Holocaust survivor and Auschwitz-Birkenau tattooist Ludwig Lale Sokolov—an unforgettable love story in the midst of atrocity. I find it hard to imagine anyone who would not be drawn in, confronted and moved.
Imprisoned for over two and a half years, Lale witnesses horrific atrocities and barbarism—but also incredible acts of bravery and compassion. Risking his own life, he uses his privileged position to exchange jewels and money from murdered Jews for food to keep his fellow prisoners alive. One day in July , Lale, prisoner , comforts a trembling young woman waiting in line to have the number tattooed onto her arm.
Her name is Gita, and in that first encounter, Lale vows to somehow survive the camp and marry her. A vivid, harrowing, and ultimately hopeful re-creation of Lale Sokolov's experiences as the man who tattooed the arms of thousands of prisoners with what would become one of the most potent symbols of the Holocaust, The Tattooist of Auschwitz is also a testament to the endurance of love and humanity under the darkest possible conditions. Beekeeper Holly McNee Jensen quietly lives in a world of her own on Sullivans Island, tending her hives and working at the local island library.
Is Archie really in love with that awful ice queen of a woman? If Archie marries her, what will become of his little boys? Restless Leslie is desperate for validation after her imploded marriage, squandering her favors on any and all takers. Their mother ups her game in an uproarious and theatrical downward spiral.
Maybe they will. Queen Bee is a classic Lowcountry Tale—warm, wise and hilarious, it roars with humanity and a dropperful of whodunit added for good measure by an unseen hand. In her twentieth novel, Dorothea Benton Frank brings us back to her beloved island with an unforgettable story where the Lowcountry magic of the natural world collides with the beat of the human heart. An apt title to be sure, because everyone is obsessed.
Dear Ms. Helen Hardt, I toss many profanities your way for making me wait. I need to know what the secrets are Jade Roberts is in love with Talon Steel but no longer welcome in his home. Talon and his brothers are hiding something, and Jade is determined to find out what it is. The moment Talon saw Jade he wanted her, ached for her, craved her…and now his desire has become his obsession. If he and Jade are to have a future, he knows he must make peace with the dark shadows and horrors of his past.
Meet Talon. Talon Steel. Helen exceeded every expectation I had for this book. It was heart pounding, heartbreaking, intense, full throttle genius. Helen Hardt has truly blown me away with this series. It is dark, emotional, intense, horrifying, and utterly beautiful all mixed together. To that end, she continues her investigation of the Steels…and unknowingly attracts some dangerous foes from their shrouded history. Talon loves Jade deeply and longs to possess her forever, so he faces his worst fears and exposes his rawest wounds in an attempt to heal.
Yes, she happens to be my ex-fling. But that was seven years ago, and it was barely a week-long thing. Maybe a week of taking her to new heights will get her out of my head. So what if we spend a few nights on the town too? So what if I romance her across Manhattan? Hardt has continued to weave her web in this installment, and the results are every bit as good…or perhaps better…than what we have seen so far. With every answer, there is another question.
That is definitely a proper name for this book. Not only did I melt many times while reading it, I also went up in flames. Jonah Steel is intelligent, rich, and hard-working. As the oldest of his siblings, he was charged by his father to protect them. Melanie Carmichael has her own baggage. As Melanie and Jonah attempt to work through their issues together, desperately trying to ignore the desire brewing between them, ghosts from both their pasts surface…and danger draws near.
Ice Knights defenseman Zach Blackburn has come down with the flu, and my BFF—his PR manager—begs me to put my nursing degree to use and get him back to health. Of course she would call in a favor for the most hated man in Harbor City. Paparazzi spot me and pictures, plus accusations that I slept with him, fly faster than a hockey puck. At first, all of Harbor City wants my blood—or to give me a girlie-girl makeover. But then And now this fickle town wants me with the big jerk twenty-four seven.
I never slept with him the first time! But no one will listen.
Her thoughts on having the ultimate bikini body? Put a bikini on your body. With her all-American beauty best friend, Ellen, by her side, things have always worked. There she meets Private School Bo, a hot former jock. But she is surprised when he seems to like her back. Instead of finding new heights of self-assurance in her relationship with Bo, Will starts to doubt herself. So she sets out to take back her confidence by doing the most horrifying thing she can imagine: entering the Miss Clover City beauty pageant—along with several other unlikely candidates—to show the world that she deserves to be up there as much as any girl does.
Practice The Power of Now: If you, like many others, have benefited from the transformative experience of reading The Power of Now, you will want to own and read Practicing the Power of Now. His views go beyond any particular religion, doctrine, or guru. In The Power of Now and his subsequent book Practicing the Power of Now, Eckhart shares the enlightenment he himself experienced after a profound inner transformation radically changed the course of his life. At the core of the teachings lies the transformation of consciousness, a spiritual awakening that he sees as the next step in human evolution.
An essential aspect of this awakening involves transcending our ego-based state of consciousness. This is a prerequisite not only for personal happiness but also for the ending of violence on our planet. Successful people are where they are today because of their habits. Everything that you are today, and everything that you will ever accomplish, is determined by the quality of the habits that you form. By creating good habits and adopting a positive behavior, you too can become successful and live a prosperous life. Drawing on hundreds of studies, McGonigal shows that getting superbetter is as simple as tapping into the three core psychological strengths that games help you build:.
SuperBetter contains nearly playful challenges anyone can undertake in order to build these gameful strengths. It includes stories and data from people who have used the SuperBetter method to get stronger in the face of illness, injury, and other major setbacks, as well as to achieve goals like losing weight, running a marathon, and finding a new job. As inspiring as it is down to earth, and grounded in rigorous research, SuperBetter is a proven game plan for a better life.
As familiar to many Hogwarts students as Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty are to Muggle children, The Tales of Beedle the Bard is a collection of popular stories written for young wizards and witches. By buying this unique and special book, you are helping Lumos to make sure that, by , no more children live in institutions or orphanages around the world, and that every child is able to enjoy their right to grow up in a family.
All profits from the sale of this eBook will go to Lumos. The Lumos Foundation is a charity registered in England and Wales with registered charity number It was always difficult being Harry Potter and it isn't much easier now that he is an overworked employee of the Ministry of Magic, a husband, and father of three school-age children.
While Harry grapples with a past that refuses to stay where it belongs, his youngest son Albus must struggle with the weight of a family legacy he never wanted. As past and present fuse ominously, both father and son learn the uncomfortable truth: sometimes, darkness comes from unexpected places. The playscript for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child was originally released as a 'special rehearsal edition' alongside the opening of Jack Thorne's play in London's West End in summer Based on an original story by J.
Rowling, John Tiffany and Jack Thorne, the play opened to rapturous reviews from theatregoers and critics alike, while the official playscript became an immediate global bestseller. This definitive and final playscript updates the 'special rehearsal edition' with the conclusive and final dialogue from the play, which has subtly changed since its rehearsals, as well as a conversation piece between director John Tiffany and writer Jack Thorne, who share stories and insights about reading playscripts.
This edition also includes useful background information including the Potter family tree and a timeline of events from the Wizarding World prior to the beginning of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. Late one summer evening, Detective Kim Stone arrives at Haden Hill Park to the scene of a horrific crime: a woman in her sixties tied to a swing with barbed wire and an X carved into the back of her neck.
As Kim and her team search her home, they find an overnight bag packed and begin to unravel a complex relationship between Belinda and her sister Veronica. Then two more bodies are found bearing the same distinctive markings, and Kim knows she is on the hunt for a ritualistic serial killer. Linking the victims, Kim discovers they were involved in annual tournaments for gifted children and were on their way to the next event.
The clues lie in investigating every child who attended the tournaments, dating back decades. The addictive new crime thriller from multi-million copy, number one bestseller Angela Marsons explores the dark side of child prodigies and will have you absolutely hooked. Fabulous characters and well written. I can't wait to read more by this author. I highly recommend this series to all fans of original high -quality mystery thrillers. This story is great pulls you in from the first page and never lets go…Get it, read it, you won't be disappointed.
The release of a Kim Stone novel is an event to look forward to. Full of engaging characters and humour this series is fast becoming one of my favourites. I wish I could give it more than 5 stars because it certainly deserves it. Excellent and I happily recommend it and the series to anyone. How did I not see any of that coming! She knows how to add the human touch to each story and I just adore her.
Has he gained the ultimate wisdom? Or has he gone mad? Will he meet his father for the first time? A tale of valor, it draws us into a fantasy world we will fall in love with, and appeals to all ages and genders. Please visit www. Flood waters are rising across the province. In the middle of the turmoil a father approaches Gamache, pleading for help in finding his daughter. As crisis piles upon crisis, Gamache tries to hold off the encroaching chaos, and realizes the search for Vivienne Godin should be abandoned.
But with a daughter of his own, he finds himself developing a profound, and perhaps unwise, empathy for her distraught father. As the rivers rise, and the social media onslaught against Gamache becomes crueler, a body is discovered. And in the tumult, mistakes are made. Account Options Connexion. Meilleur classement. Jen Sincero. In this refreshingly entertaining how-to guide, bestselling author and world-traveling success coach, Jen Sincero, serves up 27 bitesized chapters full of hilariously inspiring stories, sage advice, easy exercises, and the occasional swear word, helping you to: Identify and change the self-sabotaging beliefs and behaviors that stop you from getting what you want, Create a life you totally love.
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He takes the detour. At the same moment, in the same isolated area, a car breaks down. Two young Canadians had been on their way to New York City to sell a treasure. The owners seem almost too friendly.
Then Reacher makes a shocking discovery: The present can be tough, but the past can be tense. You need Jack Reacher. Child neatly interweaves multiple narratives, ratchets up the suspense the reveal of the motel plot is delicious , and delivers a powerful, satisfying denouement. Backlash: A Thriller. In ancient texts, there are stories about men who struck from the shadows, seemingly beyond the reach of death itself. These men were considered part angel, part demon.
Their loyalty was to their families, their friends, and their kings. You crossed these men at your peril. And once crossed, there was no crossing back. They were fearless; men of honor who have been known throughout history by different names: Spartan, Viking, Samurai. Today, men like these still strike from the shadows. They are highly prized intelligence agents, military operatives, and assassins. One man is all three.
Two days ago, that man was crossed—badly. Now, far from home and surrounded by his enemy, Scot Harvath must battle his way out. With no support, no cavalry coming, and no one even aware of where he is, it will take everything he has ever learned to survive. Harvath wants revenge. In the most explosive novel Brad Thor has ever written, page after captivating page of action, intrigue, loyalty, and betrayal will keep you hooked until the very last sentence. The Stand. Stephen King. Those who remain are scared, bewildered, and in need of a leader. As the dark man and the peaceful woman gather power, the survivors will have to choose between them—and ultimately decide the fate of all humanity.
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Where are these pens? Why are we born? Why do we die? For all the answers, stick your thumb to the stars! Characters frolic through the galaxy with infectious joy. Mark Manson. The Name of the Wind. I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings.
I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep. You may have heard of me. So begins a tale unequaled in fantasy literature—the story of a hero told in his own voice.
There is a beauty to Pat's writing that defies description. Neil Gaiman. The classic collaboration from the internationally bestselling authors Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, soon to be an original series starring Michael Sheen and David Tennant. And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist. Summer of ' Elin Hilderbrand. The 1 New York Times Bestseller Four siblings experience the drama, intrigue, and upheaval of a summer when everything changed, in New York Times bestselling author Elin Hilderbrand's first historical novel Welcome to the most tumultuous summer of the twentieth century.
It's , and for the Levin family, the times they are a-changing. Every year the children have looked forward to spending the summer at their grandmother's historic home in downtown Nantucket. But like so much else in America, nothing is the same: Blair, the oldest sister, is marooned in Boston, pregnant with twins and unable to travel. Middle sister Kirby, caught up in the thrilling vortex of civil rights protests and determined to be independent, takes a summer job on Martha's Vineyard. Only-son Tiger is an infantry soldier, recently deployed to Vietnam. Thirteen-year-old Jessie suddenly feels like an only child, marooned in the house with her out-of-touch grandmother and her worried mother, each of them hiding a troubling secret.
As the summer heats up, Ted Kennedy sinks a car in Chappaquiddick, man flies to the moon, and Jessie and her family experience their own dramatic upheavals along with the rest of the country. In her first historical novel, rich with the details of an era that shaped both a nation and an island thirty miles out to sea, Elin Hilderbrand once again earns her title as queen of the summer novel. Tommy Lee. But he feels a boy as he falls toward the war-torn planet, his armor red, his army vast, his heart heavy. It is the tenth year of war and the thirty-third of his life.
A decade ago Darrow was the hero of the revolution he believed would break the chains of the Society. But the Rising has shattered everything: Instead of peace and freedom, it has brought endless war. Now he must risk all he has fought for on one last desperate mission. Darrow still believes he can save everyone, but can he save himself? An ex-soldier broken by grief is forced to steal the most valuable thing in the galaxy—or pay with his life. And Lysander au Lune, the heir in exile to the Sovereign, wanders the stars with his mentor, Cassius, haunted by the loss of the world that Darrow transformed, and dreaming of what will rise from its ashes.
Red Rising was the story of the end of one universe. Iron Gold is the story of the creation of a new one. Witness the beginning of a stunning new saga of tragedy and triumph from masterly New York Times bestselling author Pierce Brown. Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe. Cullen Bunn. Collects Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe What if everything you thought was funny about Deadpool was actually just disturbing? What if he decided to kill everyone and everything that makes up the Marvel Universe?
What if he actually pulled it off? Would that be FUN for you? The Merc with a Mouth takes a turn for the twisted in a horror comic like no other! City of Endless Night. Douglas Preston. When Grace Ozmian, the beautiful and reckless daughter of a wealthy tech billionaire, first goes missing, the NYPD assumes she has simply sped off on another wild adventure.
Until the young woman's body is discovered in an abandoned warehouse in Queens, the head nowhere to be found. Pendergast shows up at the crime scene assigned to the case. Just like when we first met, back at the Museum of Natural History. A diabolical presence is haunting the greater metropolitan area, and Grace Ozmian was only the first of many victims to be murdered.
Worse still, there's something unique to the city itself that has attracted the evil eye of the killer. As mass hysteria sets in, Pendergast and D'Agosta find themselves in the crosshairs of an opponent who has threatened the very lifeblood of the city. It'll take all of Pendergast's skill to unmask this most dangerous foe-let alone survive to tell the tale. The Fallen. Star FBI detective Amos Decker and his colleague Alex Jamison must solve four increasingly bizarre murders in a dying rust belt town--and the closer they come to the truth, the deadlier it gets in this rapid-fire 1 New York Times bestseller.
Something sinister is going on in Baronville. The version I read was an ebook version of Duyvlord. This is no fluffy Guns, Germs, and Steel walk through the park! Overall, far more interesting than I had expected. Surprisingly funny or interesting anecdotes. There is a superfusion of gods and oracles, which was curious - the oracles truly were treacherous!
The Persian kings come off as remarkably capricious and destructive, even the good ones. Time and again, I was shocked to find subjects treated of keen interest to me, or which read like Pinker had taken some of my essays but done them way better on terrorism, on the expanding circle, etc. I initially thought I might excerpt some parts of it for an essay or article, but as the quotes kept piling up, I realized that it was hopeless. Reading reviews or discussions of it is not enough; Pinker just covers too much and rebuts too many possible criticisms.
Finally got around to reading it. It would ruin the feel. Highly recommended. Quite remarkable. Past, Present, and Future of Statistical Science ed. The autobiography section features people who can remember all the way back to the s or so, a time when statistics was very different than it is now.
He started at the upper left corner of the blackboard and finished at the lower right. The lectures were smooth and the delivery was a uniform distribution. The topic was on a sequential procedure that Leon Herbach he was ahead of me had worked on. Wolfowitz had very brief office hours, so there usually was a queue to see him.
When I did see him in his office he asked me to explain my question at the blackboard. While talking at the blackboard Wolfowitz was multi-tasking even in by reading his mail and talking on the telephone. I often think of this as an operatic trio in which each singer is on a different wavelength. This had the desired effect in that I never went back. Wolfowitz taught sequential analysis , Cochran taught sampling, and R. Fisher taught something. This confirmed his results, leading to the possibilities that either there was something wrong with the experiment, which he denied, or his prior expectations were off.
All in all, this was not a happy outcome for either of us. I subsequently decided to use a subset of the data for illustration in a regression course that I was teaching at the time. This caused some anxiety over the possibility that I had made an error somewhere, but after considerable additional analysis I discovered that the whole issue centered on one rat. The anxiety that I felt during my exploration of the rat data abated but did not disappear completely because of the possibility that similar situations had gone unnoticed in other regressions.
There were no methods at the time that would have identified the impact of the one unusual rat; for example, it was not an outlier as judged by the standard techniques. I decided that I needed a systematic way of finding such influential observations if they were to occur in future regressions, and I subsequently developed a method that easily identified the irreconcilable rat.
For a start, people giving advice lie. This point has been summarized nicely by Radhika Nagpal Perhaps toss a coin. You can hope for better. What do statisticians do when we have to choose between treatments A and B, where there is genuine uncertainty within the expert community about the preferred treatment? Do we look for a statistician over 40 and ask them which treatment we should choose? You may wonder whether a randomized trial is justified in your circumstances.
Is it true that there is genuine uncertainty within the expert community i. Not all life incidents are amusing. When is equal not equal? I was pleased to reach the meat of the anthology: the freeform technical papers. Nan M. These sources vary from survey data such as a monthly survey of 60, households, which represent only.
The administrative records such as those in LEHD are not collected for the purpose of statistical inference, but rather because of legal requirements, business practice, political considerations, etc. They tend to cover a large percentage of the population, and therefore they must contain useful information for inference. For instance, Sellke et al. If scientists understood that a p -value of. TABLE Narrative account of the Cultural Revolution.
Mao dealt with the first issue the threat of American invasion! How did it work? The CR cycle starts with the promises of an ideology; because the ideology is mistaken about human nature, economics, and reality having, among other things, transvalued moral values so that success is proof of cupidity while failure is proof of worthiness , it does not and indeed cannot live up to the promises.
Per Davies , these disappointed expectations set the stage. The disappointment generates dissonance: many people genuinely believed that the solutions had been found and that the promises could be kept and the goals were realistic, but somehow it came out all wrong. Nor are there any enemies close at hand: they were all killed or exiled. The cargo cult keeps implementing the revolution and waving the flags, but the cargo of First World countries stubbornly refuses to land.
No matter that victory was total, the failure of their policies proves that the enemies are still everywhere. With no free thought, all news is forced through an ideological lens where cant replaces conversation , and if flattering news cannot be ginned up, it will simply be faked and should it somehow be debunked anyway, it will go down the memory hole ; no one need order faking, it is simply a natural response to incentives and the double-bind placed on the lower ranks who simultaneously must satisfy their superiors but are also forced into contact with reality.
So what is the solution? Or to put it another way, the top uses the bottom as a distributed decentralized army to attack the middle and purge it, reimposing top-down control and driving political shifts by narrowing an Overton window. If he turned against him, he would be exposed for failing to spot the danger in the first place. However clever these political maneuverings might be, by invoking mass riots and purges across the largest nation on earth in order to remove one rival official, they were like using a A-bomb to kill a fly.
Instead, resources were diverted to cult objects: 2—5 billion Mao badges, for example, were manufactured, impeding industries like airplanes which needed aluminum, and forcing Mao himself to quash it. Poverty escalated, and families would share single sets of clothes the rest going naked or in straw , with mud-eating, goitre, and other diseases of malnutrition surging. Students at Peking University, the elite, ate slop, chewing carefully to avoid breaking teeth. There were shortages of buttons, matches, toothpaste, and in some areas toothbrushes were a luxury adopted only years later, with waiting lists years long for thermoses; in Turfan, there was allotted 1 bar of soap per 3 people—per season.
What should we make of this? For me, it dramatizes the effects of ideology on the real-world, especially as it disseminates out from the elite and is amplified by unchecked followers. Mao, of course, would never have gotten his own hands dirty by cannibalizing someone accused of being descended from a shopkeeper, but a phrase from Beijing ripples out, correctly interpreted by the fringes as a dogwhistle.
This might seem extreme, but it all happened, and was one of the worst things to ever happen. Launched to instant infamy, it turned out to have actually struck a major chord among women seeking sperm, who were generally treated extremely shabbily by the medical establishment which when doing as it pleased, casually chose donors largely at random and denied the women any kind of choice or information about the donor Plotz notes the first recorded case of artificial insemination involved abruptly chloroforming the woman and using a random medical student. The online series includes some of their personal reactions to their experience, beliefs about the harm, some of them being reconnected with each other, descriptions of their current circumstances etc.
So I enjoyed much of the book and read it in one or two sittings. Much of this is relevant to anyone thinking about the current prospects for embryo selection on traits. He lacks any kind of sympathy. This slight disdain extends from the people to the core topics. He also makes a number of errors or questionable claims or perpetuates things he should know better.
I noted down a few while reading:. What were the kids like? Had the genius genes created genius babies? Were there lots of little Shockleys out there, hot-wiring the latest Intel chips to work double time? In fact, the genetic improvement was probably minuscule. Nobel sperm would give modest odds of slightly better genes in the half share of chromosomes supplied by the father.
And even then Graham would be operating on only the nature side of the equation: he had no control over nurture-schools, upbringing, parents. The Nobel sperm bank kids, I realized, were messengers from our future. We are on the brink of the age of genetic expectations. Successful fathers had successful sons. This, Galton claimed, proved that God-given abilities were passed from one generation to the next.
It did not concern Galton that in Victorian England, advantages of birth, wealth, and education might have given the sons of famous men a career boost. How they longed to cut! Of course, most of the purportedly genetic ailments developed by eugenicists were not, in fact, genetic in origin. All of those are highly heritable and many genetic variants for them have been found, particularly alcoholism, insanity presumably schizophrenia , and deafness.
Oddly, another trait that doctors sometimes tried to match was religion, as though it had some genetic component. And even if they had been genetic, sterilization would have been a hopelessly bad cure for them.
It would have taken literally thousands of generations of mass sterilization to significantly reduce the incidence of genetic diseases. At the time, sperm collection was practically the only widely available fertility treatment that worked. Social science research was beginning to show that intelligence was at least partly heritable.
I was particularly struck by. He discussed incendiary topics in a bizarre manner - exactly as if he were summarizing the latest advances in semiconductor research. He was the iceman. He had no particular feelings for blacks one way or another. He hardly knew any blacks. To him, his racial conclusions were simply the logical outcome of a train of thought. As far as he was concerned, once he started to address human quality, he would follow its logic wherever it took him. In his mind, his conclusions had nothing to do with any actual black person; he was simply making an irrefutable point.
One might think that in discussing a highly controversial and highly important topic, being dispassionate, having no personal grievances, and attempting to hew strictly to the science and logic would be laudable. Apparently not. Shockley thought he could prove to blacks that whiteness led to intelligence. He asked NAACP leader Roger Wilkins to help him collect blood samples from members of the Congressional Black Caucus and other celebrated blacks, on the grounds that these accomplished people would surely prove to be significantly white.
When Wilkins rejected him furiously, Shockley suggested that Stanford blood-test its five hundred black students. You can imagine how well that went over on campus. The more I thought about it, the less surprising the maternal resemblance seemed. Most of these children had been raised only by their mothers. So of course they were tied tightly to their moms. The mothers were women anxious for children, so motivated that they had chosen a genius sperm bank.
Not surprisingly, they had become driven mothers. They spent more time with their kids than most parents did, certainly more than I did with mine or than my wonderful parents had with me. Was it any wonder their children grew up to be like them? Her good genes would have helped, but so would the stimulating world she created around her.
Any child would have fallen under that spell. Plotz ignores that he spends much more time with the mothers than the donors in his quest to rescue shared-environment. I am reminded of things Graeber and Scott have written about tribal societies often being organized to suppress the existence of leaders or income inequality.
Like many groups, they do not tolerate alcohol well at all Everett describes fleeing the village when they get particularly large quantities of alcohol from traders, and returning to see blood all over; I would have liked some more specifics about those events.
So what does he return with? A sketch of a society which is horribly fascinating. They have difficulty understanding foreigners are like them, and can understand language, in a bizarre echo of the Chinese room: Then I noticed another bemusing fact.
Now I am going to ask for cloth. I had just demonstrated that I could understand them by answering the question about the matches. What was I missing? If I could utter appropriate responses to their questions, this was no more evidence that I spoke their language than a recorded message is to me evidence that my telephone is a native speaker of English. I was like one of the bright macaws or parrots so abundant along the Maici. It was not really speaking. This example is a bit perplexing: what could possibly be the use of this and why would they either perceive it or go along with it?
I told this as a very serious story. This was unexpected, to put it mildly. Ha ha ha. How stupid. They were utterly unimpressed. Indeed, it had the opposite effect, highlighting our differences. Overall, the picture painted is astonishing. How is this possible? How can such people and societies exist?
If they are hungry, they can go into the jungle and hunt. If there are foreigners, they can beg for food. They amuse themselves by talking and dancing and having sex and hunting and fishing and being self-reliant. Reading about them, they come off as a cross between bonobos and Chimpanzees with wireheading thrown in to boot.
So to ask again: how is this possible? With less pressure from more successful groups, they can continue to exist. Everett does not speculate about this. A true anthropologist, everything is due to chance, environment, or culture, all of which ultimately spring from nothingness. Where does culture come from? But can that really be the case? Is this the case for any other tribe ever, even the ones considered by their neighbors as the most primitive and least intelligent, like the Pygmies, or cases of cultural regression like the Tasmanians? The endogamy and linguistic isolation is surprising; they seem more endogamous than the Bushmen, whose lineage may have diverged scores of thousands of years ago, or the castes of India.
This alone, along with their small population both present and presumably founding , could yield major genetic drift on many traits. This parsimoniously explains the observations without the need for backflips in interpretation of many anecdotes. When I asked them for help in carrying boxes or barrels and such, they were always reluctant to respond. When they did help, they could barely lift things that I could carry with ease. I had just assumed that they were weak and lacked endurance. But I was wrong.
Such men were not even useful cannon fodder, as they were as much a danger to the men around them as themselves never mind the enemy , and jammed up the system. A particularly striking non-Vietnam example is the case of one of the largest non-nuclear explosions ever, the Port Chicago disaster which killed people - any complex disaster like that has many causes, of course, but one of them was simply that the explosives were being handled by the dregs of the Navy - not even bottom decile, but bottom duo-decile had to look that one up , and other stations kept raiding it for anyone competent.
Other stories did not end well. One thing worth noting is that many of the short or unintelligent people came from very poor environments. Gupton, for example, was very thin, ate ravenously during training, and had abscessed teeth because he had never seen a dentist in his part of Appalachia; one enlistee considered himself blessed to be in the Army rather than Mississippi, where he could eat meat every day indeed, every meal! Nevertheless, the improved environment of the Army appears to have made little difference.
She told me that when Freddie received his draft notice, she and other family members went to the induction center and explained that Freddie had been in EMR educable mentally retarded classes in school and had not been able to drive a car and that it would be a mistake to draft him. In response, a sergeant reassured the family that Freddie would not be put into danger - he would just do menial jobs such as sweeping floors and peeling potatoes. He was my Little Man. I want to know why. Where education was tried, it turned out to be futile, and those who did train them found them too slow or too dangerous to trust.
McNamara may have had good intentions, but in the social sciences, good results follow good intentions much as the rain follows the plow ; which is to say, they do mostly by accident, and we find it easier to tailor our preferences to the results than vice-versa. Most are painful to read. But educational, again, especially if you are in a high-IQ bubble and have a lack of empathy for what low intelligence means. One of the most striking examples is that the My Lai massacre itself may have been directly due to lowered recruiting standards: He cited Lieutenant William Calley, convicted in the murder of more than unarmed civilians in the My Lai Massacre in According to Arnold R.
Richard A. Gabriel, who spent 22 years as a U.
They did poorly on the AFQT not because of mental deficiency but because of substandard education, learning disabilities, or weak testing skills. Some of them were successful in the military, as I will show later in this book. What McNamara failed to see was that many Project , were incurably limited. Yes, and it was a valuable insight: mentally limited persons were not hopeless - they were capable of growth and maturity.
The men who missed such questions were slow learners who were able to live happy, productive lives if they had a protective environment - a cozy haven with loving parents, helpful friends, and sympathetic bosses. Such was not the case for many Project , men. I would have liked more statistical and psychometric details such as a short literature review of the extensive studies of IQ and job performance especially in the military eg. Kavanagh , how the probability of combat death correlated with lower IQ, why IQ interventions typically fail etc but it is probably unrealistic to expect that from Gregory, and in any case, given the extensive lying, fraud, falsification of documents, misclassification of members of the , etc, the statistics would likely greatly understate the true outcomes.
Fortunately, it turns out that a thorough statistical study of the available data, and a followup survey, is available in an earlier book, the Low-Aptitude Men In The Military: Who Profits, Who Pays? Utter disregard for conventions and cliches of the genre. A hero who is an anti-Mary Sue. Endless inventiveness of the author. To my taste, this novel is what books like The Kingkiller Chronicles promise, but then utterly fail to deliver.
The dragon, incidentally, appears in far less of the novel than one would expect from the title. What happens next? Does Jane marry T and keep K as best friend? Does K steal T from her? Do they all fall into bed together? I thought about it. I imagine them running joyfully in all directions, as hard and fast as they can, so that I can never catch them and put them in another book again. I was sent here for remedial? He nodded wanly. Unhastily, without emphasis, he picked up a book, opened it, paged forward a leaf, and then back one. I mean, you know, astrological influence? Control our destinies, I mean.
Insofar as any of us are compelled to resist the flow of random events, we are driven solely by internal drives and forces. I would not suggest you put any reliance in such an insignificant entity. The stars do not concern themselves in the least with us. Our total extinction would mean nothing to them. By the time the information codified as astrology was discredited and became obsolete, it had a constituency. Certain…personages benefit from the supply contracts. A wave of dread preceded the elf-lord through the plant. Not a kobold or korrigan, not a spunky, pillywiggin, nor lowliest dunter but knew the inspector general was coming.
The air shivered in anticipation of his arrival. A glimmering light went just before him, causing all heads to turn, all work to stop, the instant before he turned a corner or entered a shop. He appeared in the doorway. Tall and majestic he was in an Italian suit and tufted silk tie. He wore a white hard hat. His face was square-jawed and handsome in a more than human way, and his hair and teeth were perfect. Two high-ranking Tylwyth Teg accompanied him, clipboards in hand, and a vulture-headed cost analyst from Accounting trailed in his wake.
School: After Grunt had called attendance, he cleared his throat. Now—all together—what are they? Be Silent. Orchids and jungle vines filled most of the space within and a hummingbird fled into the corridor when she banged open the door. The place was jammed with fugitives from the heat. They were recreational rather than serious shoppers, most of them.
Their hands were empty and their eyes were clear. Why else would I want it? I was hungry and I ate it. But really it was no more than she had learned to expect. Roommates were forever eating your books, having anxiety attacks, adopting rats and carnivorous slimes which they then expected you to feed, getting drunk and throwing up on your best dress, moving into the closet and refusing to come out for months on end, threatening suicide the night before Finals, leaving piles of rotting leaves in the middle of the floor, entertaining boyfriends in your bed because it was made and theirs not, evolving into large bloodsucking insects.
Monkey was actually good of her kind. Well, she could always pick up a new manual. Monkey snatched the pencil from her hand and snapped it in two. Jane closed her eyes and traced the sigil of Baphomet with her inner vision. When she was calm again, she slid open a drawer.
There was a touch of the trickster in her heritage, and the trickster gene was a dominant. She licked her lips nervously as Jane pretended to lift an invisible box from the drawer. Nemesis put an arm through hers, and walked her toward the front. Nemesis stamped her foot impatiently. As if in response the elevator door slid open. She steered Jane outside. They were on an office level now. The walls were decorated with large unframed oils of umbrellas and sides of beef. The runners on the hall floors smelled new.
This is a Teind year, surely you must know that. Your name, Miss Alderberry, is going to be on that list unless you straighten up and fly right. My adviser, none other than the wizard Bongay himself mind you, had obtained grant money from the Horned Man Foundation to create a divinatory engine in the form of a brazen head. This was, you will understand, very early in the history of cybernetics. It was all done with vacuum tubes then…Then he saw how the head glowed and how the solder ran in little rivulets from the seams in its neck and with it the gold and silver of its circuitry.
Then did the wizard Bongay himself scream, in such fury that I fled for fear of his wrath. That happened near the end of the fiscal year, and the University had been relying on that grant money. Everybody involved with that fiasco was executed by order of the Bursar. Even for the School of Grammarie, which was widely held to have pushed the concept of liberal arts to an extreme, Professor Tarapple was grotesque. A burnt and crisped cinder of a creature was he, blackened and small, his limbs charred sticks, his torso rendered, reduced, and carbonized.
His mouth hung open and his step was slow and painful. He seemed a catalog of the infirmities of age. He felt for the microphone. His hand closed about it with a soft boom, then retreated. The charred sockets of his eyes rose toward the ceiling. Jane realized that he was blind…. Professor Tarapple groped for a laser pointer, leaving sooty handprints on the lectern top. The red dot of light jiggled off to the side of the screen. The Ocean above which it is suspended is Time itself, and so far as could be determined with our limited instrumentation extends to infinity in all directions.
Next slide. The harsh white image of Spiral Castle was like a magnesium flare. It swelled and dwindled in her vision, as if softly breathing. Her eyes pulsed, aching when she tried to follow the logic of its involutions. Curly-mounted bobtail jades! Codheaded pigfuck bastards! Throughout the auditorium, the audience members were rousing themselves. A gnome to her left passed a hand over his mushroom-spotted pate. Professor Tarapple had abandoned his lecture in a rage. He was berating his audience. By cannon-fire, holy water, and bells, listen to me!
I risked more than life and sanity to bring you these photographs. I—I—I was once young and tall and handsome. I had friends who died in this expedition and will never be reborn. We were caught and punished and punished again. I alone escaped. Look at me! See the price that I paid! So many times I have tried to tell you!
Why do you never listen? Ah, she is cruel and unfathomable, and bitter, bitter is her vengeance. The applause was thunderous. We honked and waved. They gave us the finger and put the pedal to the metal. I did the same, of course, but even with dual carbs it was no contest. We had a muscle car but they had a sex machine.
They made us eat their dust…. Ten-fifteen miles down the road we saw the Lotus in a Roy Rogers lot. We pulled in for some take-out burgers. There they were. We struck up a conversation. When we left, Jerry-D went with the driver of the Lotus. Her friend went with me…Anyway, there I was, a blond in pink hot pants rubbing up against me. I had my foot to the floor, her tongue in my ear, and her hand down my pants. I pushed up her halter top and squeezed her breasts.
The air shimmered with the immanence of revelation. I felt then that the world was an illusion - and a rather shabby one at that, an image projected upon the thinnest of membranes, and that were I to push at it just right, I could step out of the world entirely. I unbuttoned her shorts. She wriggled a little to help. I slid my hand under her panties. I was thinking that everything was information when I found myself clutching an erect penis.
I whipped my head around. The blond was grinning wildly into my face. My hand involuntarily tightened about her cock. Her hand tightened about mine. They might have been the same hand. Move to Los Angeles? And it sounds like fun… But maybe you already live in one of those great places, and you still struggle to create a full, sustainable musical life. But how do you find those 5, people? How do you connect with them? Leveraging Web 3. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
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