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Because not everyone is talented enough to deliver pizza, some people are forced to become mall Santas. One such “performer” just did an Ask Me Anything at Reddit. Some excerpts follow.
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An awkward “ho ho ho ho.” This is my response to almost any weird situation.
Blake Masters’ blog has ideas about and notes from Peter Thiel’s recent Stanford address, “The Future of Legal Technology.” From an exchange during the audience Q&A, which points out, among other things, that we can sometimes mistake error for genius:
“Question:
What is your take on building machines that work just like the human brain?
Peter Thiel:
If you could model the human brain perfectly, you can probably build a machine version of it. There are all sorts of questions about whether this is possible.
The alternative path, especially in the short term, is smart but not AI-smart computers, like chess computers. We didn’t model the human brain to create these systems. They crunch moves. They play differently and better than humans. But they use the same processes. So most AI that we’ll see, at least first, is likely to be soft AI that’s decidedly non-human.
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But chess computers aren’t even soft AI, right? They are all programmed. If we could just have enough time to crunch the moves and look at the code, we’d know what/s going on, right? So their moves are perfectly predictable.
Peter Thiel:
Theoretically, chess computers are predictable. In practice, they aren’t. Arguably it’s the same with humans. We’re all made of atoms. Per quantum mechanics and physics, all our behavior is theoretically predictable. That doesn’t mean you could ever really do it.
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There’s the anecdote of Kasparov resigning when Deep Blue made a bizarre move that he fatalistically interpreted as a sign that the computer had worked dozens of moves ahead. In reality the move was caused by a bug.
Peter Thiel:
Well… I know Kasparov pretty well. There are a lot of things that he’d say happened there…” (Thanks Browser.)
Tags: Blake Masters, Garry Kasparov, Peter Thiel
Marty Reisman, the Lower East Side kid who became one of the greatest table-tennis players in the world, just passed away. He was a John Henry of sorts in his arena, battling technology that he felt threatened the game, from new-fangled paddles to robot players. From Harold Evans’ fun remembrance of Resiman at the Daily Beast:
“The turning point in table-tennis history was in Bombay in 1952. Reisman was the favorite to win from a field crowded with stars. It was not to be. They were massacred, baffled by an indifferent player on the Japanese team, Hiroji Satoh. He came equipped with a destructive technology: resilient foam rubber he’d glued to his racket. It was like the silencer on a pistol, and it was as lethal. The sponge imparted unreadable spins. Gone was the distinctive kerplock-kerplock conversation of the ball being struck and returned by rackets surfaced with thin pimpled rubber. Gone were the classic long rallies that were such fun for basement players and that thrilled thousands of spectators in the tournament finals. The sponge players who followed Satoh are fine athletes, but the games they play have been generally unwatchable. Serve and smash became the competitive norm and, save for the Olympics, mass audiences vanished.
The Reisman kid refused to adopt sponge. ‘It made table tennis a game based on fraud, deception, deceit.’ He was convinced that the universal appeal of the game—the world’s most popular—was in simplicity, in strokes and tactics, not in technology and trickery. He tested his faith by challenging the new champion Satoh to a return match in Osaka, pitting his hardbat against sponge. Before an astounded crowd, he beat Satoh fair and square.”
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Reisman as a 19-year-old hotshot in 1949 at Wembley Stadium:
Tags: Harold Evans, Marty Reisman
DARPA’s “autonomous precision payload emplacement system,” or “that thing that puts stuff where you want it to be put.” Your days are numbered pizza delivery guy.
Oliver Sacks recently sat for an interview with Tim Adams at the Guardian to discuss his new book, Hallucinations. One exchange concerning a shift toward rationalism in the last 200 years, although we continue to create mundane ways to distance ourselves from facts:
“Guardian:
It seems that such visual disorders at certain points in history have been more ‘believable’ and also, therefore, more commonly noted?
Oliver Sacks:
Yes, in other places and at other times, hallucinations were far more acceptable. Up to about 1800, people were allowed to have visions or to hear voices. They were seen to have some external spiritual reality; they were ghosts or angels or demons. The word hallucination only really became a pejorative at the end of the 18th or early 19th century. We still associate it with madness. But how those who hallucinate understand what they see also changes. We are more likely to see UFOs and aliens when people in earlier times would see angels.”
Tags: Oliver Sacks, Tim Adams
I suppose the best argument for a war on drugs is that using narcotics is thought to lower IQ and if enough people in a society make themselves less intelligent, it puts that society at a disadvantage in the global marketplace. But here’s the problem with the prohibition of drugs: It doesn’t work. Not at all. Criminalizing something that consenting adults want to do just serves to enable a black market. And if people don’t have access to street drugs, they’ll abuse Oxycodone and the like. The war on drugs is not going to stop usage so we should stop the war on drugs. At Tom Dispatch, Lewis Lapham recalls his sole encounter with acid:
“So too in the 1960s, the prudent becoming of an American involved perilous transmigrations, psychic, spiritual, and political. By no means certain who I was at the age of 24, I was prepared to make adjustments, but my one experiment with psychedelics in 1959 was a rub that promptly gave me pause.
Employed at the time as a reporter at the San Francisco Examiner, I was assigned to go with the poet Allen Ginsberg to the Stanford Research Institute there to take a trip on LSD. Social scientists opening the doors of perception at the behest of Aldous Huxley wished to compare the flight patterns of a Bohemian artist and a bourgeois philistine, and they had asked the paper’s literary editor to furnish one of each. We were placed in adjacent soundproofed rooms, both of us under the observation of men in white coats equipped with clipboards, the idea being that we would relay messages from the higher consciousness to the air-traffic controllers on the ground.
Liftoff was a blue pill taken on an empty stomach at 9 a.m., the trajectory a bell curve plotted over a distance of seven hours. By way of traveling companions we had been encouraged to bring music, in those days on vinyl LPs, of whatever kind moved us while on earth to register emotions approaching the sublime.
Together with Johann Sebastian Bach and the Modern Jazz Quartet, I attained what I’d been informed would be cruising altitude at noon. I neglected to bring a willing suspension of disbelief, and because I stubbornly resisted the sales pitch for the drug — if you, O Wizard, can work wonders, prove to me the where and when and how and why — I encountered heavy turbulence. Images inchoate and nonsensical, my arms and legs seemingly elongated and embalmed in grease, the sense of utter isolation while being gnawed by rats.
To the men in white I had nothing to report, not one word on either the going up and out or the coming back and down. I never learned what Ginsberg had to say. Whatever it was, I wasn’t interested, and I left the building before he had returned from what by then I knew to be a dead-end sleep.”
Tags: Allen Ginsberg, Lewis Lapham
I mentioned Jon Gertner’s Bell Lab history, The Idea Factory, a couple of times recently. For me, the most interesting parts are the passages about Information Theory mastermind Claude Shannon. As the author points out, Shannon’s co-workers were often years ahead of the curve in their work, but Shannon himself was working decades in the future. In addition to knowing what the world would look like generations in advance, Shannon, a wisp of a man, was deeply eccentric and fond of games and parlor tricks. He designed the first computer chess program and the initial computerized mouse that “learned” more every time it went through a maze. (Like this, but 60 years ago.) His wife, Betty, was always challenged when choosing a Christmas present for him because what do you get for the man who has everything–in his head? An excerpt from Gertner’s book, which recalls how the scientist turned Bell Labs into a fucking clown car:
“One year, Betty gave him a unicycle as a gift. Shannon quickly began riding; then he began building his own unicycles, challenging himself to see how small he could make one that could still be ridden. One evening after dinner at home in Morristown, Claude began to spontaneously juggle three balls, and his efforts soon won him some encouragement from the kids in the apartment complex. There was no reason, as far as Shannon could see, why he shouldn’t pursue his two new interests, unicycling and juggling, at Bell Labs, too. Nor was there any reason not to pursue them simultaneously. When he was in the office, Shannon would take a break from work to ride his unicycle up and down the long hallways, usually at night when the building wasn’t so busy. He would nod to passerby, unless he was juggling as he rode. Then he would be lost in concentration. When he got a pogo stick, he would go up and down the hall on that, too.
Here, then, was a picture of Claude Shannon, circa 1955, a man–slender, agile, handsome, abstracted–who rarely showed up on time for work, who often played chess or fiddled with amusing machines all day; who frequently went down the halls juggling or pogoing, and who didn’t seem to care, really, what anyone thought of him or his pursuits. He did what was interesting. He was categorized, still, as a scientist. But it seemed obvious that he had the temperament and sensibility of an artist.”
Tags: Betty Shannon, Claude Shannon, Jon Gertner
Merv Griffin in 1965 interviewing Capt. Mitsuo Fuchida, the architect of the furious attack on Pearl Harbor 24 years earlier. Fuchida converted to Christianity at the end of WWII–which, when you think about it, was pretty good timing–and lived and worked as an evangelist in the United States.
Tags: Merv Griffin, Mitsuo Fuchida
From the May 28, 1901 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:
“Eastport, Long Island–While driving through the woods here yesterday, Theodore Tuthill, a resident of this vicinity, found an opossum, with nine young ones. The whole family was secured and Mr. Tuthill will receive $2.25 in bounties for the ears of the mother and the young.”
Tags: Theodore Tuthill
“I will be only 42 years old when I can bid you adieu and move forward into a bright and shiny future that I can enjoy alone, or with a pet or two.”
You small, low life piece of shit…Had i had even the smallest inkling that you were who you actually are i would have fled. You are exactly what shames real men. IGNORANT, POORLY BRED, PRACTICALLY ILLITERATE, NO AMBITION, NO CLASS, YELLING ALL THE TIME, SHITBAG, You SHOULD HAVE BEEN SKEETED OUT onto YOUR NO GOOD MAMA’S CHEST, as opposed to being born and not ABORTED. The slag whore who shit you out should have been placed at the top of a stairwell and kicked in the back, so as to tumble to the bottom, thus ending the trip with a MOST appropriate miscarriage. You should have slid down her filthy leg and into the gutter where you belong. I hate that i met you and fell for all the bullshit you shoveled….You were lying when you said that you were Someone. You were lying when you said you cared about politics and family and being better…. You lied about how you were raised and your education level, you were lying when you said you had had a good upbringing and that you intended to raise your children in the same way. I ended up with a no account loud asshole who is only good for a tiny paycheck and an annual tax refund that the poor are given. I FUCKING HATE YOU. I’m only here in this hell of a life until the kids are off to college and well clear of MY bad choice and your SELF. Fear not asshole, I blame me too, for my misery. I was lonely, I was stupid I didn’t listen to those who knew better and tried to warn me off you. I thought I was good enough and smart enough and strong enough to bring you into a place where we could build and be successful as a family…
Here’s the thing, it’s alright. Because the Best of you was combined with the best of me, sprinkled with grace or cell division or whatever, and two of the best, most beautiful, kind and wonderful people Happened AND they are SO worth all this small petty shit. An average lifetime for a woman is around 76, my youngest is already 12 therefore I’m looking at only 6 years which means i will be only 42 years old when i can bid you adieu and move forward into a bright and shiny future that I can enjoy either alone, or with a pet or two. Good luck with your future….
The kids hear you every time you swear and carry on and bring slang up in conversation, they, I’m sure notice, when you wear new clothes and have a haircut and Mom is running around in her Two good outfits, to parent teacher night and the honor roll ceremonies, and the speech therapist and the doctor’s appointments ad nauseum. The lucky part for you asshole, is that I will never, ever say words to them that makes them feel as though half of them is begotten by a hateful asshole. You, Dickhead, will forever be spoken of in positive and important terms…but you and I know the truth don’t we? Good luck in 10 years bitch!!!
Some search-engine keyphrases bringing traffic to Afflictor this week:
Afflictor: Finally able to identify America’s most dangerous enemy.
No, not that guy.
He’s terrible, but not him.
Getting warmer.
There…that’s him!
You’re not allowed to shoot buffalo from speeding trains anymore, but you can see the Eiffel Tower from the window even if you’re traveling through the American Midwest. That’s thanks to augmented reality. It doesn’t look genuine enough to me yet, but still! From Andrew Liszewski at Gizmodo: “The AR system, called ‘Touch the Train Window,’ is composed of a Kinect with GPS hardware, an iPhone, custom software, and a projector to overlay images on the window. Every time a passenger taps the window a new element is added, which is perfectly tracked into the passing scenery. It’s also a great way to get the most travel for your buck, letting you pass the Eiffel Tower, the Colosseum in Rome, even Stonehenge, as you roll through the boring wheat fields of the American mid-west.”
Tags: Andrew Liszewski
Mary Todd Lincoln suffered many losses in her life, and one of the bitterest was the 1871 death of her youngest child, Thomas, nicknamed “Tad,” when he was just 18. The cause of death was reported to be “dropsy of the heart,” but it could have been TB or some other cardiac illness. To put it mildly, Tad was a free spirit, and he is responsible for the origin of a White House tradition. Long before President Obama was pardoning turkeys at Thanksgiving, the Lincoln child saved a similar bird. From Gilbert King at the Smithsonian history blog:
“However, the earliest known sparing of a holiday bird can be traced to 1863, when Abraham Lincoln was presented with a Christmas turkey destined for the dinner table and his young, precocious son Tad intervened.
Thomas ‘Tad’ Lincoln was just 8 years old when he arrived in Washington, D.C., to live at the White House after his father was sworn into office in March 1861. The youngest of four sons born to Abraham and Mary Todd Lincoln, Tad was born after Edward ‘Eddie’ Lincoln died in the winter of 1850 at the age of 11, most likely of tuberculosis. Both Tad and his brother William ‘Willie’ Lincoln were believed to have contracted typhoid fever in Washington, and while Tad recovered, Willie succumbed in February of 1862. He was 11.
With the eldest Lincoln son, Robert, away at Harvard College, young Tad became the only child living at in the White House, and by all accounts, the boy was indomitable—charismatic and full of life at a time when his family, and the nation, were experiencing tremendous grief. Born with a cleft palate that gave him a lisp and dental impairments that made it almost impossible for him to eat solid food, Tad was easily distracted, full of energy, highly emotional and, unlike his father and brother, none too focused on academics.
‘He had a very bad opinion of books and no opinion of discipline,’ wrote John Hay, Lincoln’s secretary. Both Lincoln parents, Hay observed, seemed to be content to let Tad ‘have a good time.’ Devastated by the loss of Willie, and both proud and relieved by Robert’s fastidious efforts at Harvard, the first couple gave their rambunctious young son free rein at the executive mansion. The boy was known to have sprayed dignitaries with fire hoses, burst into cabinet meetings, tried to sell some of the first couple’s clothing at a ‘yard sale’ on the White House lawn, and marched White House servants around the grounds like infantry.”
Tags: Abraham Lincoln, Gilbert King, Mary Todd Lincoln, Thomas Lincoln
As dearly as I wish that people would be far more rational when making decisions, I find it disquieting that philosophy is considered dead in some scientific circles. And I say this as a gigantic atheist–one of the biggest atheists ever. Empiricism is a wonderful, vital thing, but I think philosophy is more important than ever in our Information Age. I know weak-minded philosophy can be damaging but so can science unfettered from ethics. I believe every great scientist has been fortified by philosophy (and every great philosopher by science). From “The Folly of Scientism,” Austin L. Hughes’ New Atlantis essay on the topic:
“Modern science is often described as having emerged from philosophy; many of the early modern scientists were engaged in what they called ‘natural philosophy.’ Later, philosophy came to be seen as an activity distinct from but integral to natural science, with each addressing separate but complementary questions — supporting, correcting, and supplying knowledge to one another. But the status of philosophy has fallen quite a bit in recent times. Central to scientism is the grabbing of nearly the entire territory of what were once considered questions that properly belong to philosophy. Scientism takes science to be not only better than philosophy at answering such questions, but the only means of answering them. For most of those who dabble in scientism, this shift is unacknowledged, and may not even be recognized. But for others, it is explicit. [Peter] Atkins, for example, is scathing in his dismissal of the entire field: ‘I consider it to be a defensible proposition that no philosopher has helped to elucidate nature; philosophy is but the refinement of hindrance.’
Is scientism defensible? Is it really true that natural science provides a satisfying and reasonably complete account of everything we see, experience, and seek to understand — of every phenomenon in the universe? And is it true that science is more capable, even singularly capable, of answering the questions that once were addressed by philosophy? This subject is too large to tackle all at once. But by looking briefly at the modern understandings of science and philosophy on which scientism rests, and examining a few case studies of the attempt to supplant philosophy entirely with science, we might get a sense of how the reach of scientism exceeds its grasp.”
Tags: Austin L. Hughes, Peter Atkins
Societies are prone to rampant, unreported abuse of their most vulnerable whenever they’re so repressed and authoritarian that you’re not allowed to say the truth aloud, when any person or group is considered sacred. Anyone in 1960 or so who had known about the Catholic Church’s child-sex ring would have been torn to shreds by media and institution alike if they had dared to blow the whistle. Protecting the accepted order of things was given preference over protecting children.
Families are no different. Their “rulers” can also be savage if there are no checks and balances. A gigantic movie star like Joan Crawford could do as she pleased in a buttoned-down America as long as she gave the public the face it wanted. And the result was terrible child abuse. Christina Crawford, who shocked the nation with her book Mommie Dearest in 1978, was attacked even then for presenting the facts. Some people still wanted the lie. Here she is interviewed by Phil Donahue that same year.
From the February 11, 1889 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:
“Danville, Ill.–Fannie Mann, Annie Lee, Douglas Cole, Jacob Grimes and wife, Charles Grimes and wife, were baptized by immersion yesterday, a few miles west of this city. The Rev. Mr. Hodge, of Caitlin, and John Lee, of this city, performed the ceremony.
A large hole had been cut in the ice, and the ministers took the thinly clad and shivering converts, one of whom is a chronic invalid and another a young mother, one at a time into the water, which was five feet deep. A blizzard and snowstorm was raging, and it was so cold that the ice formed on top of the pool and stiffened their garments as soon as they came out of the water. On completion of the ceremony they walked in their stocking feet a quarter of a mile through the fields to the nearest residence to change garments.”
From Susan Jacoby’s beautifully written American Scholar essay about Bob Ingersoll, the “Great Agnostic” of the 19th century, who is largely forgotten today:
Known as Robert Injuresoul to his clerical enemies, he raised the issue of what role religion ought to play in the public life of the American nation for the first time since the writing of the Constitution, when the Founders deliberately left out any acknowledgment of a deity as the source of governmental power. In one of his most popular lectures, titled ‘Individuality,’ Ingersoll said of Paine, Thomas Jefferson, and Benjamin Franklin:
They knew that to put God in the Constitution was to put man out. They knew that the recognition of a Deity would be seized upon by fanatics and zealots as a pretext for destroying the liberty of thought. They knew the terrible history of the church too well to place in her keeping, or in the keeping of her God, the sacred rights of man. They intended that all should have the right to worship, or not to worship; that our laws should make no distinction on account of creed. They intended to found and frame a government for man, and for man alone. They wished to preserve the individuality and liberty of all; to prevent the few from governing the many, and the many from persecuting and destroying the few.
To the question that retains its politically divisive power to this day—whether the United States was founded as a Christian nation—Ingersoll answered an emphatic no. The marvel of the Framers, he argued in an oration delivered on July 4, 1876, in his hometown of Peoria, Illinois, was that they established ‘the first secular government that was ever founded in this world’ at a time when every government in Europe was still based on union between church and state. “Recollect that,” Ingersoll admonished his audience. “The first secular government; the first government that said every church has exactly the same rights and no more; every religion has the same rights, and no more. In other words, our fathers were the first men who had the sense, had the genius, to know that no church should be allowed to have a sword.” A government that had “retired the gods from politics,” Ingersoll declared with decidedly premature optimism on America’s 100th birthday, was a necessary condition of progress.
To 19th-century freethinkers, as to their 18th-century predecessors, intellectual and material progress went hand in hand with abandonment of superstition, and strong ties between government and religion amounted to state-endorsed superstition. Born decades before cities were illuminated by electricity, before the role of bacteria in the transmission of disease was understood, before Darwin’s revolutionary insight that humans were descended from lower animals was fully accepted even within the scientific community, Ingersoll was the most outspoken and influential voice in a movement that was to forge a secular intellectual bridge into the 20th century for many of his countrymen.•
Donald Trump: A dictionary couldn’t hurt.
When he’s not busy vomiting blood from his ass onto kittens until the kittens drown in his ass-blood, Donald Trump is misusing basic words from the English language. That’s because he’s arrogant, ignorant, completely lacking in self-awareness and unable to read anything longer than a quotation. Some examples.
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The Word: DISMAL
Comic @sethmeyers21 bombed at University of Texas at Arlington—crowd was dismal as was his performance—I told you so!
Afflictor:
Amazing – @CelebApprentice’s record 13th season is right on schedule. Must be the ‘All Star’ cast.
Afflictor: Other TV shows have been on for much longer than 13 years, so that’s not a record. Other reality shows have also had a longer run. So, Celebrity Apprentice has set a “record” for the most seasons of Celebrity Apprentice. Congratulations all around!
@nbcnightlynews (Brian Williams, anyone?) says women warriors are “every bit as tough as the guys.” Just think about that statement!
Afflictor: It’s difficult to tell what dum-dum means here, but he seems to be saying that it’s foolish to believe female soldiers are as tough as their male counterparts. Considering Donald Trump’s history of sexism, that’s not a big leap to make. Anyone, male or female, who completes basic training and serves in Iraq or Afghanistan is tough as nails, not only physically but mentally as well. And every member of our military is far tougher than a bloated armchair general like Donald Trump, who likes to threaten other countries from the safety of his Twitter account, knowing he and his children will never have to defend the country.
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The Word: PIGSTY
Michael Forbes lives in a pigsty and bad liquor company Glenfiddich gave him Scot of the Year award…
Afflictor: I’m actually going to stand up for Donald Trump here. He does know what the word “pigsty” means. He knows when something stinks.
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The Word: HOT
When you’re “hot” the lowlifes really shoot at you… and they try hitting from every angle! Never let the bastards get you down.
Afflictor: For a second, the quotation marks gave me hope, but that’s just Donald Trump misusing punctuation. He actually thinks that being a racist buffoon who has devolved into a freak-show attraction makes him admired instead of sad and pathetic. If you take a dump on the sidewalk, people will look, but you probably shouldn’t be proud of the attention.
Joseph Stalin: I was hot, so people said stuff about me.
Pol Pot: My Q rating was through the roof. Others were jealous.
Idi Amin: I was on a roll. My fans know the truth.
Tags: Brian Williams, Donald Trump, Donald Trump Is A Moron, Michael Forbes, Seth Meyers
Regarding Bob Costas’s gun-control comments in the wake of Jovan Belcher’s murder-suicide:
Tags: Bob Costas, Jason Whitlock
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Vacuums needn’t look as good nor function as well as James Dyson makes them, but for decades he’s been creating dust-busting appliances that rival Apple’s greatest designs. He probably won’t stop, even if you ask him nicely. From Shoshana Berger’s new Wired Q&A with the inventor:
“Wired:
Now that Dyson is a sprawling, multinational corporation, how do you keep the spirit of innovation alive?
James Dyson:
We try to make the corporation like the garage. We don’t have technicians; our engineers and scientists actually go and build their own prototypes and test the rigs themselves. And the reason we do that—and I don’t force people to do that, by the way, they want to do it—is that when you’re building the prototype, you start to really understand how it’s made and what it might do and where its weaknesses might be. If you merely hand a drawing to somebody and say, ‘Would you make this, please?’ and in two weeks he comes back with it and you hand it to someone else who does the test, you’re not experiencing it. You’re not understanding it. You’re not feeling it. Our engineers and scientists love doing that.
Wired:
Do they ever fail?
James Dyson:
Absolutely. It’s when something fails that you learn. If it doesn’t fail, you don’t learn anything. You haven’t made any progress. Everything I do is a mistake. It fails. For the past 42 years—I’ve had a life of it.”
Tags: James Dyson, Shoshana Berger
“9-9-9.”
An essential figure in the lives of stoners and pornographers alike, the pizza delivery guy is a revered member of our fat, dumb culture. One such worker just did an Ask Me Anything on Reddit to talk about his hard-knock life, though he should be happy he isn’t a flight attendant. A few excerpts follow.
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Tags: Merv Griffin, Steve Wozniak
