iie [they/them, he/him]

I go by “test” on live.hexbear.net, or “tset” or “tst” or some other variant when I’m not logged in.

We watch movies on the weekends and sometimes also hang out during the week, you should drop by.

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Cake day: July 30th, 2020

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  • I recently learned a really weird piece of evidence geologists apparently look at: heavy oxygen trapped in rocks. Turns out water with oxygen18 is slower to evaporate than water with the lighter oxygen16, which apparently means that rocks absorb oxygen18 water more readily than oxygen16 water, and therefore landmasses tend to accumulate oxygen18 leaving less in the seas… which means, when geologists find really old sea floor rocks full of oxygen18, it suggests that there was a lot more oxygen18 in the seas back then, which suggests that there was very little dry land to absorb oxygen18, meaning ancient earth might have been a water world, which is what we see in the start of the video.

    https://www.astronomy.com/science/ancient-earth-may-have-been-a-water-world-with-no-dry-land/

    *which also has obvious implications for the origins of life, as the article mentions—none of Darwin’s “warm little ponds”







  • If im going to sleep, I have to ironically not be in the mindset of trying not to sleep. I can’t think about thinking about falling asleep, or then I can’t fall asleep

    Yeah that was pretty much how I got out of it. I decided to try to stay up instead of trying to sleep, and eventually sleep crept up on me. That first night of sleep relieved some of the “how will I ever sleep again” fear and made it easier to sleep the next night, and I gradually returned to a kind of normalcy. It’s been years now, often I can lie down alone with my thoughts and drift off, but when I have something the next day that I really need sleep for I often find that I have to stay up and distract myself until sleep catches me unawares, so end up feeling like shit on the days I most need to be on my game lol.

    Anyway, I relate to what you’re going through and I really wish you the best with it. meow-hug



  • it can be so draining and isolating. I also have issues getting to sleep and sometimes pull all nighters for no reason, and it really fucks with my ability to socially mask and not come off weird to people, so I end up avoiding people.

    In my case, there’s probably a lot of factors but I think part of it is lingering fear from an incident in undergrad where I stayed up for four days straight as my increasing desperation to sleep made it paradoxically harder to. I think my adderall prescription at the time might have been too strong and it gradually threw off my brain chemistry. I use a lower dose these days and take tolerance breaks to reset, and an incident like that has never happened again, but I’m forever scared of “trying to sleep” now





  • I go through periods of morbid fascination with 9/11. Not the theories, just the event itself. Little details—the timeline, the personal anecdotes, tourist home videos from before the attack, the guy who tried to chimney-crawl down the outside, the woman who briefly survived a fall from the tower and complained to a paramedic that she wasn’t dead, even stuff about the construction of the towers, the “bathtub foundation,” the gypsum debris that clogged the stairwells.

    9/11 is such a weird probe into American life. You have ivy league finance guys and support staff up in the towers, you have firemen, confused cops, port authority officers; you have morning commuters from all walks of life, peering up in awe, unaware they are stepping on the powdered meat of people from the impact sites; this whole slice of America struggling to understand an event totally outside their grasp of the world.

    For me personally, there’s a surreal aspect to it. I’m just old enough to have vague, dreamlike memories of 9/11. The world in the footage looks almost familiar, almost like our world, and yet simultaneously it’s on the cusp of being in the past, being history. A world I almost remember, that was once the backdrop of my early childhood, now feels like an alternate dimension. The last instant before the war on terror reshaped the society I grew up in.






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    Some important context for why things turned so ugly after two months of peace, and why a false narrative took hold in such a coordinated way afterward, is that the CIA and its cutouts were openly present. For starters, 30 year CIA veteran James Lilley was appointed ambassador to China on April 20th, five days after the start of public gatherings in Tiananmen, which were initially to mourn the April 15 death of Hu Yaobang. Gene Sharp, who literally wrote the manual for how to start nonviolent color revolutions, flew in for 9 days and observed mysterious efforts to drive the protesters to violence — an intelligence asset only partially aware of the project he was involved in. The CIA was embedded with the protesters “for months” according to the Vancouver Sun, steering and equipping them. Voice of America was broadcasting disinformation to PLA military bases claiming some units were loyal to the protesters and were firing on other units, and claiming Deng Xiaoping was near death — literally attempting to whip up a military insurrection. This was a committed US effort to topple the Chinese government, using the momentum of the USSR dissolving and Hu Yaobang’s death.




  • on further thought, I’ll just add that I think we’re both defending ourselves and then taking each others’ defenses as attacks to defend against, and it’s a vicious cycle.

    I still feel hurt over db0’s two posts tbh. It’s not even the meme, it’s the witch-hunt feeling of that meme being broadcast across all of lemmy to a receptive audience we cannot talk to.

    I’m sorry I stressed you out and put you on the defensive. I actually felt the same way. I don’t think either of us intended it. From one communist to another, I hope there are no lasting hard feelings.