The story of Brevs Mekis and his doublehouse is just one of the many intriguing tall tales that populate Fables of the Reconstruction. But the thing about tall tales is that they change with each retelling; every time you reconstruct the fables (so to speak), you add new bricks and change things around.
What these researchers found is that damage to the roadbed is proportional to the 4th power of the axle load of the vehicle, and they called this “the Generalized Fourth Power Law.” This means that if you double the weight on an axle, your vehicle does sixteen times the damage to the road.
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[So] the owners of large, heavy SUVs pay sixteen times what the owners of economy cars do in registration fees and gas taxes.
Oh wait, no they don’t, because we live in Bizarro Land.
But distresses to Freud’s metabolisms, psychic and digestive, aside, one wonders if he might not have found in the US a case study in what would prove to be his most controversial idea, an idea which would also resolve his confusion over why Americans might actually be pretty copacetic, even welcoming, towards plagues of all kinds.
Been participating in Lefty Book Club for a few weeks, with weekly assigned readings and group discussions over Zoom. In the subgroup i’ve been attending, we have read Capitalist Realism by Mark Fisher and are now into Lost Connections by Johann Hari. Good books, good people, recommended for all political shapes and sizes.
[…] while board gaming has grown beyond a geek pastime into a booming industry, does it have the potential to be an effective tool for political education? Before answering this, a brief review of the use of ideology in tabletop board gaming may be useful.
Nobody is compelling the transportation industries to make the needed changes to their infrastructure. There are no laws compelling them to hire the needed workers, or pay them a living wage, or improve working conditions. And nobody is compelling them to buy more container chassis units, more cranes, or more storage space. This is for an industry that literally every business in the world is reliant on in some way or another.
Is this writing? Is it language? Clearly it has to mean or do something; these enigmas must have been put there for some kind of a reason. Were our ancestors just playing, with a child’s hesitancy, at the perilous game of turning bits of pigment into an abstract form beyond space and time? Or had they, long before we realized, found a way to make dead objects speak? This is what I’ll ask James Damore, pressing his face into the cold rock, shouting with an increased frenzy that echoes shrilly in the sacred dome, spittle flying in mad rage as I scream. You think you’re smart, do you? Then what does this mean?
When we say that the rise of average temperature has to be kept below 2°C (35.6°F), we talk (and try to act) as general managers of life on Earth, not as a modest species. The regeneration of the earth obviously does not depend upon “our smaller and more mindful role” — it depends on our gigantic role, which is the truth beneath all the talk about our finitude and mortality.