That poor guy is going to be so hungry!
ā¦ will my Apple iChargerā¢ be even more Safeā¢ if I upgrade right now today 
Next time something slower, perhaps.
Nature is so friggen rad.
I also like that this article didnāt take a āNATURE! WHAT THE HELL?!ā approach. Far too many articles ruin a chance to educate by using language meant get people wound up, like āgrossā, āickyā, ānastyā, or āscaryā.
To be fair, misrepresenting or straight up lying about what other people say is kind of Jordanās schtick.
Heās been doing it in his footnotes and āacademicā citations for years.
I met my high school GF Kelly when she was going to U of M. She was brilliant, V pretty, funny AF, and wore aMAZing hippie gear. She played an acoustic & knew lots of great songs, and played and sang beautifully. Sheād play this song, and eventually I wove the harmonies above and below her voice.
Her - and our - audiences generally consisted of a close friend or three, but one day she brought along her guitar when we visited a friendās mom who was ill. It was a party house, and a couple nasty, not very bright girls which I mutually disliked were also there.
Kelly played several songs for our friend as the nasty girls obviously became more and more awkward and uncomfortable. I thought theyād either disappear under their seats or run out the door together while we sang Wish You Were Here!
Having an older friend around who was - and looked - so cool kept all the nasty girls at bay.
As I was growing up, and into my teens & 20s, Detroitās uptight suburbanites couldnāt appreciate their peersā accomplishments and skills; it always seemed to embarrass them. Jealousy? The old WASP āDonāt make a spectacle of yourself!ā? Tall daisy complex? Too non-conformist, not bland enough? Iām a superb armchair shrink, yet have no idea! One never does inquire about such things - esp should one be the cause of such awkward embarrassment among oneās āpeers.ā
Detroiters, OTOH, frequently compliment each other, and enjoy and appreciate one anotherās skills and accomplishments.
So liitle and cute!
I wasnāt quick enough to get a picture, but I saw a bumper sticker this morning that had an ethereal image of Jesus, and said āJesus is my copilot, and weāre cruisinā for pussy.ā
Iām no religious scholar but Iām pretty sure thatās heresy. And, truthfully, Iām not sure how a bumper sticker like that lasts more than a day here in the Deep South.
ETA: And blasphemy. Both.
Self-selection bias?
An odd mixture of wonderful and less wonderful futures
Zipping around in a hover thingyā¦ I saw myself like that in 20 yearsā¦ 40 years ago.
Somewhere in their squirrelly olā noggins, that song soaked in, I guarantee. Maybe they didnāt get it then, maybe they might now (or not), but Iād argue that what you did for them in that moment (though you were not doing it for them) was important. It wrinkled their smooth shiny universe, wobbled their horizon, even if it was all on a sub- or unconscious level.
Blowing the doors of perception open (by whatever means) isā¦ in the spirit of this thread hereā¦ odd stuff. And it does make one a Mutant, or perhaps a Happy Mutantā¢ or similar, kind of ok yeah an outlier. A tall daisy.
Life is far too short to not be who you really are. Itās taken me many decades, with psychotherapy and the cutting ties with toxic people, for me to understand that the never-gonna-fit-in-anyway high schooler, a brown immigrant kid who hustled jobs and grade point averages in a big midwestern suburban school 98% white, is just who I am: an outlier.
I wonder how young Maria, Jim, Thomas, Amelia, Alfred, Miles, Martha, and Pablo did in their teensā¦
The exact text of the ad:
āHereās to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. Theyāre not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you canāt do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.ā
Think different? Ok Steve Jobs, that may be one idea. A nice sentiment.
Look different? Be different? And live to tell about it? Thatās the work, right there.
I applaud the spirit in which yāall gave of yourselves what you could to a someone ill, in a less that perfectly comfortable space.
Thanks @anon94804983 for what you bring to the party.
Keep pushinā on all them normals.
Someoneās gotta shake up their assumptions.
Might as well be us.
Stay human, yāall.
