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venomous porridge: A conversation I have every month or so
Me: (tries to visit a local restaurant’s website via iPhone)
Restaurant website: I require Flash. Fuck off.
Me: I just want to know how late you’re open.
Website: Nope.
Me: But I’m on my phone. Don’t you have a little “HTML Version” link up in the corner or something?
Website: I’m ignoring…I have this conversation regularly too. About 8 years ago most hotels and restaurants seemed to have decided to spend 10 years of their web marketing budgets on a Flash site they can’t update.
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Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge
A cognitive bias in which “people reach erroneous conclusions and make unfortunate choices but their incompetence robs them of the metacognitive ability to realize it”. The unskilled therefore suffer from illusory superiority, rating their own ability as above average, much higher than in actuality; by contrast the highly skilled underrate their abilities, suffering from illusory inferiority.
[Researchers] hypothesized that with a typical skill which humans may possess in greater or lesser degree,
1. Incompetent individuals tend to overestimate their own level of skill.
2. Incompetent individuals fail to recognize genuine skill in others.
3. Incompetent individuals fail to recognize the extremity of their inadequacy.
4. If they can be trained to substantially improve their own skill level, these individuals can recognize and acknowledge their own previous lack of skill.[via]
It seems here we have a very effective framework for understanding the success of Pauline Hanson, Sarah Palin and a few former co-workers of mine.
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Everyone now and then it becomes clear I put far too little effort into my wardrobe.
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I want one, and am fairly sure I know someone else who would too.
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Sebastien Tellier is awesome.
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Testify.
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A friend brought this to my attention. Makes me want a cassette deck.
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On pride and Pringles
The pride in products:
Fredric Baur invented the crush-resistant canister in 1966 and was so proud that he said he’d like to be buried in one. It remained a family joke for years, but when Baur died last year after a battle with Alzheimer’s, his children stopped at a Walgreen’s on their way to the funeral home, bought a can of Pringles, and buried a portion of their father’s ashes in the bright red can.
“My siblings and I briefly debated what flavor to use,” Larry Baur told Time magazine, “but I said, ‘Look, we need to use the original.’”From newfangled beginnings to endurance.
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via www.nekrom.com
