hquain

@hquain.bsky.social

Flâneur. Literato, cajetilla, porteño. Hater of organized sports. “No hay banda.”

The human cognitive sysem, like that of the dog, is not well configured to grasp exponential growth. Nevertheless as we sit in front our screens, numerous microorganisms no longer tested for are Darwinly awaiting their shot at the elbow. I believe this is what you call a statistical certainty.

"Although the Senator's BP has dropped to 0/0 and his HR also measures at 0 (3 measurements in 15 minutes, averaged), we remind the impertinent press of an individual who went through the same and, despite the low quality of his medical care, came out the other side, at 120/80 within a mere 3 days."

I supplied a couple of kids I know with a word-for-word of the first two lines. One was intrigued by the Greek word order and the other compared it to the way his Dad plays golf.

Mitch is politicking on ice. Very chill. As with others who've made their apotheosis, you can speak 'to' if not 'with' him for as long as you like.

Am I losing it, or has JD entered the uncanny valley? He's hurtling toward 42 at the one speed the universe offers, and that's the age at which you are not 19 anymore. His rounded visage is losing wrinkles and mobility faster than an inflating balloon. I call botox on him.

I suspect he actually believes it -- he behaved that way all through 2021-25 -- and that one of the loyalty tests for his inner circle is whether you're willing to continually reinforce the mythology.