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rahaeli.bsky.social
The other 8kers will kill you by coincidence or accident, or because you're careless. K2 is holding a *grudge*. There has been one human in all recorded history of mountaineering who K2 liked enough to let him pull off a miracle and save like five other people. Everyone else is a valid target.
November 27, 2025 at 4:04 AM
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rahaeli.bsky.social
(For those who have not been around for previous rounds: Everest is the tallest, depending on how you measure it Annapurna is the deadliest of the 8kers, but both of them are indifferent to human presence. K2 knows you're there, hates *you* personally, and is just waiting for its chance.)
November 27, 2025 at 4:04 AM
marbleliberal.bsky.social
I actually am doing research today, feels good man
November 28, 2025 at 12:25 AM
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ogdavisxmachina.bsky.social
John Adams, to Abigail from Paris, 1780

"I must study Politicks and War that my sons may have liberty to study Painting and Poetry Mathematicks and Philosophy.

My sons ought to study Mathematicks and Philosophy, Geography, natural History...
November 27, 2025 at 11:59 PM
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wanderlib.bsky.social
Why the heck should we have to flatter the flagrantly incorrect "vibes" arguments here?

Particularly when humoring them worsens ongoing harms.
November 27, 2025 at 11:53 PM
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swiftonsecurity.com
You look around a Waffle House or really any structure for the base consumer and all these materials and constructions are goddamn miracles.

None of this stuff would have existed or could going back sometimes the entire duration of your life before it.

The basic human experience is deprivation.
November 27, 2025 at 5:41 PM
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swiftonsecurity.com
A roll of aluminum foil is maybe one of the most incredible things you will ever hold in your life. That was a creation for kings and you wrap it around food and throw it in the dumpster. You talk about planes as aluminum cans, as if both are not one of the most incredible creations in history.
November 27, 2025 at 5:50 PM
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usili.bsky.social
What the fuck even are these paragraphs.
Like all men but more so, he was a hunter. In a literal sense, he used not a bullet but a bird. It was not about a chase but about a puzzle of logic and skill that amounted to a test of his self-mastery. He was the mouse and the architect of his maze. The giver of his own pleasure and torment. He desired. He desired desiring. He desired being desired. He desired desire itself. I understood this just as I came to understand the range of his kinks and complexes and how they fit within what I thought I understood of his soul. We were primed to participate in the farcical parable in which the son of a businessman dreams of making movies, goes to Hollywood, comes home, becomes a businessman who thinks, still, of the screen, thinks of Hollywood, who makes himself a star as consolation, becomes the skilled practitioner of a screen art that perverts notions of truth and make-believe, who like many stars succumbs to tyrannical impulses and authoritarian fantasies because the compromise of his life feels like a loss of control, an expression of weakness, because it is, and whose fantasies, in a pretty good twist, are not his alone but are instead woven into a mass delirium that splits us into a Gemini nation under a Gemini ruler. People often, often people I do not know very well, reach out to tell me that I have appeared in their dreams. I wonder if this is because I sleep so little. If the version of me who lives on the plane of dreams tires of waiting for me to release her to action, if she goes out searching for places where she may exist without my permission, if she identifies the minds of those who have felt any kindness toward me, if she thinks that within their dreams she might get to live freely instead. I wonder, too, if this is a function of being a visible face but a veiled personality. If my impression contains empty space that renders me an adaptable idea and thus a useful device for subconscious minds. It is nice to think of this, that I might still be in some way, to someone, of use. I mean to tell you of the canyon where voices carried. The place where monsters spoke to me. Where I listened. Where I found that, as fortune or curse would have it, I knew the language of monsters. Where, with news on my tongue and tears in my eyes—the role of town crier I interpret literally—I ran back over the hill to translate for those who could not stomach the thought of standing face-to-face with monsters but who required knowledge of monsters as the monsters accrued ever more power, as they revealed or converted ever more monsters among men. I mean to tell you that, as it relates to monsters, little can be assured beyond their ceaseless want. That you feed the monster, and the monster wants only more. That here you have surrendered to the endless transaction, and through the terms on which you meet the monster you are transformed monstrous, too, for the day that the monster is done wanting is the day that the sun does not rise; want makes the monster as sun makes the day. I mean to tell you that as I studied them, I was sometimes fooled. Fooled about their power. Fooled about my own. Fooled about the nature of power. Fooled most of all into thinking that anything was ever about anything other than power, which is to say the misconception of control, which is to say the misdirection of fear, which is to say the misprocessing of love and its absence. Certain dramas you can count on. Empires fall at last. Heroes fail at first. And here I mean to tell you that character is not what you are in the end; character is the thing you cannot outrun or outgun that spars with fate all along. I refer now to my own. Witness and witnessed. When I slipped, I was swallowed whole. Straight through the plot, under the blade of the devices, and out the other side.
November 17, 2025 at 2:12 PM