shitifindon:

shedoesnotcomprehend:

shitifindon:

shedoesnotcomprehend:

(i)

A side effect of my sleep disorder is that I have lots of really vivid strange dreams, which I remember well when I wake up.

Last night I dreamt that something inexplicable/apparently paranormal (details not important) happened, and that I posted to tumblr saying “hey, so this really weird thing happened, and I can’t come up with a mundane explanation for it, does anyone have any ideas?”

In the dream, I got several replies to the post, offering potential explanations. I posted again thanking people for their input and saying that, as it happened, none of those could apply in this case.

“Obviously,” I added, “from your point of view, the most plausible explanation at this point is ‘some random person on the internet is lying.’ But I’m curious what the most reasonable explanation is from my point of view, given that I know it really did happen.”

At which point I woke up, making the answer immediately clear: the most reasonable explanation was that it did not, in fact, happen, because I was dreaming – even if I was quite sure it had happened.

(ii)

A while ago I had another dream along the same lines.

In that dream, something had happened that could happen in real life, but happens much more frequently in dreams – I don’t remember what it was, but something like “leaving the house and then realizing you’re not wearing pants,” or “finding out you’re signed up for a class you haven’t gone to all semester.”

Within the dream, I noticed this, and turned to the person next to me. “You know,” I observed, “if I were being strictly logical, I should now conclude that this is all a dream and none of it is really happening. Just goes to show how silly and impractical that kind of thinking is.”

Whereupon, of course, I woke up, and subsequently felt very silly indeed.

(iii)

I’m pretty sure my subconscious is trying to tell me something.

I’m a little concerned that what it’s trying to tell me seems to be “you’re living out Inception; wake up.”

But then, that would just be ridiculous.

huh!

This is fascinating to me because, while I do (very rarely) sometimes consider in a dream whether or not I’m dreaming and come up with a “no”, when I do that while awake there is an experiential/intuitive factor present that makes the answer *super obvious* and that is consistently missing in dreams. (It’s just that in dreams I don’t always retain the information “hey, if you can’t feel The Thing That Means You’re Obviously Awake Right Now, you probably aren’t”.)

And like, MOST of the time, if I’m dreaming and it occurs to me to wonder whether I’m dreaming I can notice the absence of The Thing That Means I’m Obviously Awake. Or if not that I can pick up on another blatant sign, such as having a super hard time visually focusing on objects, or the stubborn refusal of bathrooms to continue having walls when I’m in them, or my mother being alive.

Do you not have a thing like that, or what?

I definitely don’t have a Thing That Means I’m Obviously Awake. (A fairly common experience for me is picking up on environmental/mood cues that correlate with being-in-a-dream, and going “oh shoot I am totally dreaming right now aren’t I? great, the jump scare is coming any second,” and then it turning out that I am in fact awake.)

I do have a good reliable check I can perform, though (like you) I often forget it exists in dreams: I don’t feel pain in dreams, so I’ll bite the side of my hand, and if it hurts a little I’m awake and if my teeth go straight through painlessly I’m asleep. (As a kid I assumed everyone had this and that was what the “pinch yourself to see if you’re dreaming” thing was about.)

Unfortunately, though, this really only works while I’m doing it, because (I don’t know if other people experience this?) dreams don’t just give me invented current-experiences, they often come with fictional memories. This can range from “ah yes I have been searching for this mystical artifact for years” to “I can remember clearly the day I learned to fly” to “oh yeah I’m definitely awake because I checked just a little while ago.” (I first consciously noticed this phenomenon after Inception came out; I tried the remember-how-you-got-here thing, and discovered that my brain was cheerfully willing to spin out vivid memories of how I got there.)

(“Try reading a book” used to also be a good check for me; in a dream, I was never able to. Then one time I tried to use it and my brain cheerfully generated pages of made-sense-at-the-time text, and I concluded I was awake, and was quite startled when I woke up. These days, my second-best check for dreaming is that I can never type in dreams, especially not dialing phone numbers; I constantly hit the wrong keys, and then backspace too far, and then hit the wrong keys again…)

Weeeeeeird. Brains, man!

(If I had to describe The Thing That Means I’m Obviously Awake, I’d say it’s something like… a solidity and concreteness and embodiedness of experience? Dream experiences hit all or most of the right highlights, but fall down on the really minor stuff like ‘this table is at the exact same height every time I touch it’, and the framing stuff like ‘I have functioning vision, hearing, taste, smell, and proprioception all of the time, but cannot ever see the events of my life from a third-person perspective’.)

I think I’m in between the two of you. One of my big differences in dream-vs-real experience is that my sense of touch (and related senses, like proprioception and nociception) keeps running in the background when I’m awake, but when I’m dreaming I only feel touch/pain/position-in-space if I’m paying attention to it.

This is similar to your experiential/intuitive factor of Obvious Awakeness, yet is almost completely useless for dream testing because of pink-elephant problems. If you try to actively determine whether your sense of touch keeps working when you’re not paying attention to it, well, now you’re paying attention to it.

(I suspect it might be the reason why I pretty much never get false *positives* on dream tests, though (with only one exception I can think of). If I’m seriously wondering whether I’m dreaming, I almost certainly am. But dream!me generally doesn’t find that line of reasoning convincing *enough* to bet on it (do things that will go badly if I turn out not to be dreaming), and I can’t say I blame her.)

I don’t currently have any tests that consistently or even near-consistently work, just some that work sometimes.

Somewhat tangential, but kind of related: after watching the Doctor Who episode “Extremis”, I found myself occasionally performing shadow tests in dreams and failing them. I thought it was weird while watching that episode that everyone leaps from “we’re part of a simulated reality” to “we must be a training ground for aliens preparing to conquer the alpha-reality Earth”, without considering other reasons you might be part of a simulated reality, and it seems my subconscious agrees.


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The Germ Theory of Democracy, Dictatorship, and Your Cherished Beliefs

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(hat-tip to @slatestarscratchpad‘s link post, though I’d been hearing off-hand mentions of this for a while and had been meaning to look into it)

“The pathogen stress theory is also hard to swallow in a way that evolutionary psychology arguments often are—especially for those who fancy the idea that we are in control of our thoughts, emotions, and behaviors.”

I don’t know, I don’t really feel upset by “the reason you don’t grok liberal mindsets is because you’re a germophobe”. It sounds a little weird, sure, but not upsetting. I think I just file it under “interesting if true”.

(It’s not like it’s going to cause germophobia to become low-status: it’s already low-status, as I am reminded every time sick people act like [me wanting to arrange things so we don’t touch the same objects] is an unreasonable burden on them.)

Mind you, I mostly don’t feel subjectively in control of my political beliefs, so perhaps that makes it easier to swallow.


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Once Upon a Time (cont.)…

enscenic:

… in the interests of not making the monster post of monsters, I’m going to limit the reblogging of these to however many times it takes to cover 100 tumblrs. CLICK HERE if you are, for some reason, interested in seeing #s 1 through 110.

111 – 120

@blnkstr – reblogs of hypno stuff

@topfonts – I have a confession to make. I have a small font obsession. (I once crashed the hard drive of my super cool windows 95 Gateway pc with 25 entire GBs of memory because I had too many fonts. Ah, the good old days…)

@spiralturquoise – Another hypno person who I am now privileged to have met in Real Life. They write most excellent smut, which you can find at mcstories.com!

@buzzfeed – Because funny.

@buzzfeedbooks – Because books.

@buzzfeedau – Because fandom.

@scifiscribbler – Here is a person from Hypbook, who I think many people follow for the image captions. I personally don’t really care for those, I followed him for commentary and reblogs of issues that matter to me. But if you like snippets of mind control stories attached to pics of mostly naked, big-busted women, you may like this tumblr.

@wildnutmeg – Another hypno person, and a friend of a friend of mine, who swears that we would get along like gangbusters, but somehow we never seem to have the time at events that we have in common to get to know each other. Someday…

@zanythoughts – I want to say something short but I can’t. I followed this tumblr because I made friends with its owner at MEEHU 2, and I heartily approve of everything it posts. BUT I could hate everything that got posted here and I’d still follow it, because it’s Zany. Because you understand where my head and heart are at most of the time, and we can talk about serious shit without it feeling like a terrible chore or battle. Because choking. Because bloody beautiful art. Because slapping. Because…

@hypnowish – Followed because I liked the idea implicit in the name. Sadly inactive now, and never really lived up to its potential when it was active.

121 – 132

@girl-intraining – Beautiful writing that explores BDSM in ways that are easily accessible to people with little or no experience. READ THIS POST to see what I mean.

@brin-bellway – Rebogs some gloriously beautiful imagery, also has really good taste in comic books.

@justfairythings – was inactive for quite some time, but recently has posted again.  Like most of the tumblrs I follow, really properly funny. (An example:  “Q – Loving your blog, especially the unicorns. Did you know that the unicorn is the national animal of Scotland? A – I am afraid of Scotland.”)

@nerdistindustries –  Because they speak my language.

@hypnosubdude – Someone I know in real life, who is awesome in a lot of ways, but for me none moreso than his incredible enthusiasm. Enthusiasm is always delightful for me to watch.

@shaman58 – A fellow writer of hypno-smut! Opinionated and creative and just plain interesting to follow.

@calamitybrain – POSSIBLY the name I wish I’d come up with first the most of all the possible names. Makes an AWESOME art project, for some definitions of art project. Another hypno person that I’ve gotten to meet and befriend in Real Life.

@nicolettecuddleston – fictional bimbo blog that I followed primarily because I liked the name. Inactive.

@ladyskyla-dreams – Someone from Hypbook that I have known in Real Life. Once upon a time we carpooled together to WEEHU 1 and she convinced me that the me in the rearview mirror was from an alternate dimension, and how could I be sure that the me I was seeing was ever actually me…

@taylorswift – my most problematic problematic fave. Not the world’s best anything, but I like her anyway.

@alternative-pinup – Very active tumblr that posts beauty that falls outside the glossy unreality promoted by fashion magazines and mass media. Lots of tattoos and retro looks.

@dancercoder – Look! Another adorable hypno person whom I know in Real Life! <waves enthusiastically> Someday a class I am teaching WON’T be scheduled against one of your dance classes. SOMEDAY.

gloriously beautiful imagery, also has really good taste in comic books.

This description of my blog feels very weird from the inside, but that just makes it more interesting to know what you think of when thinking of me.

(My ability to enjoy beautiful imagery is relatively limited, and I have possibly never read a comic book in my life. Comic cultural-osmosis stuff can be fun, though, and I have been known to watch video adaptations of Marvel stuff and of Red Panda Adventures comics.)

(in related news, you guys should totally listen to the Red Panda Adventures radioplays, they’re clever and funny and well-plotted and the protagonist is occasionally uncomfortably attractive*)

*The Youtube mirror only goes up to season 4, so I couldn’t link straight to the 21:05 timestamp.


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#although if my tastes weren’t so narrow these days he’d be uncomfortably attractive more than occasionally #(I’m old enough and the show new enough that it would take some serious fucking with the timeline) #(you can’t just arrange for me to stumble across the right website at the right time) #((and of course in any case I wouldn’t want to destroy my own timeline in the bargain)) #(but I really wonder what (perpetually porn-starved) ten-year-old me would have thought of the Red Panda) #(I can partially extrapolate given what she thought of A Wrinkle in Time but that’s different) #(notably the sequels to A Wrinkle in Time are pretty much not kinky at all) #((which was very disappointing)) #(whereas RPA just. keeps. being like this) #((like not all the time but a lot of the time)) #reply via reblog #comic #Red Panda Adventures #tag rambles #(a tag ramble that has been percolating in my head for some time) #sexuality and lack thereof #nsfw?


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stimmyabby:

autie-stereotype-crime-noir story

 

stimmyabby:

i like clues because they make sense, unlike people, who have legs that go on for days. how can a leg go on for days? i don’t know. help

 

stimmyabby:

i got the call late at night: “there’s been a murder on the orient express.” i knew i had to take the case immediately, because that is a TRAIN

 

stimmyabby:

i have been told i am “gritty” and “hardboiled”, maybe because i eat so many eggs and crunch the bits of shell between my teeth

 

stimmyabby:

“he’s the killer!” i said. “wait, no he’s not. wait, all these people look the same, which one is which again?”

 

stimmyabby:

i’m a straight shooter who plays by my own rules, all 376 of them that I have in this annotated binder

 

stimmyabby:

i’m a lose cannon, in fact, i have been institutionalized for erratic behavior

 

stimmyabby:

my job as a detective is made harder by the fact that i am physically incapable of telling a lie or bluffing but made easier by the fact that i have no emotions about anything but trains. once a train was murdered, and i couldn’t stop crying

 

stimmyabby:

she had curves in all the right places. i like curves, because they make sense, unlike people

 

stimmyabby:

i like my liquor hard, and my social interactions harder

 

stimmyabby:

i’m the best detective around, but my fees are high, and i only take payment in trains

 

stimmyabby:

she had curves in all the right places. she was a graph i was making about trains. in the other room, my dad was crying because i wouldn’t make eye contact with him

 

stimmyabby:

“you will tell me what i want.” i said. “everyone tells me what i want. i’m tough as nails, and i’m not afraid to display aggressive behavior”

 

stimmyabby:

i got into this job because one time in fifth grade i asked my special teacher why people don’t like me, and she told me to be a detective and figure it out. i took that completely literally, and here we are today

 

stimmyabby:

maybe i should throw away all my detective memorabilia so that i can hug my dad for the first time

 

stimmyabby:

“i know you’re a detective,” my mom sniffled, “but sometimes i feel like the real detective, trying to figure out how to finally help you”

 

stimmyabby:

the only mystery i cannot solve is the mystery of why these nice ladies keep making me play with special blocks. i have literally no theories about why this is happening

 

stimmyabby:

“i didn’t solve the case, and i let a second train get murdered!” i cried. “i’m a bad detective!” “oh, honey, no,” my mom soothed, “you’re not a bad detective, you’re just special, and sometimes that means things are a little bit harder for you”

 

stimmyabby:

he handed me the pictures of the suspects. i crossed out their eyes so i could look at their faces.

 

stimmyabby:

i got the call late at night. “TEXT ME” i shouted into the phone

 

stimmyabby:

“there’s been a terrible murder.” “that makes 231,” i said, twirling my hair. i like numbers.

 

stimmyabby:

she had curves that went on for legs. i reminded myself to make eye contact, like my special teacher told me

 

stimmyabby:

“ain’t she a beauty?” i asked. my special teacher had been working with me on saying “isn’t.” “a genuine Horse .75. i got her 12 years and 37 days ago and she weighs exactly 14 ounces. i call her Melissa, after my special teacher. she’s almost as good as a train.”

 

stimmyabby:

i took out my bottle of whiskey, and started to read the label aloud

 

stimmyabby:

i’m a private eye. that means i think eyes should be private. why do people have to look at each other’s eyes all the time?

 

stimmyabby:

the ceiling fan moved slowly in my grimy office, slowly like someone about to give up on the world. i stared up, up, up at it, distracted from my obsessive cleaning. it had curves in all the right places

 

stimmyabby:

the whole world seemed black and white, like an old film, or my thinking

 

stimmyabby:

i took my gun out of the pocket of my trench coat, which i was wearing because of my sensory issues

 

stimmyabby:

with my gun smashed​ to pieces on the floor and the criminal’s gun pointed right at me, it seemed like just about the right time to elope

 

maybesimon:

this is the best thing in the world

 

ilzolende:

#(it took me a while to understand that last one though) #(I think the joke is that the protagonist is using “elope” to mean “run away”) #(oblivious to the specifically marriage-related meaning it has in practice?)

That term is actually often used to describe “autistics wandering off”, do a web search for “elopement autism” or something.

Ah, okay. I don’t think I’ve heard that usage before. (Or maybe I just haven’t heard it in ages: most of my experience with autism-blogging was in the late 00′s.)


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sinesalvatorem:

Why are there people whose upon-waking selves cannot be trusted to act in accordance with their before-sleeping selves

I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it

Burn it down with CRISPR

I am never letting anyone talk me into waking them up again let them handle their own motivational structures I CANNOT

I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it

 

extrakatamiba:

I’m confused because I thought this was the purpose of alarm clocks.

 

extrakatamiba:

Like in the very recent past when everyone did not have portable alarm clocks in their pockets 24/7, I can understand asking someone to wake you up at a specific time. But that problem now seems completely solved.

 

sinesalvatorem:

I would also expect this, but here we are.

 

h3lldalg0:

Alarm clocks don’t exactly work on me because I can turn them off before I’m fully awake. I even had one that made me solve a math problem and sleepy Mack would do it and fall right back asleep.

I have to put my phone across the room wrapped in a piece of paper that says WAKE THE FUCK UP and make sure I have like five alarms in a row set at times that will surprise my morning self but not spaced far enough apart that I can get back to sleep between them.

My mom used to have to bribe my siblings to wake me up on weekends or I would sleep nearly sixteen hours.

 

jadagul:

Yeah. You ask someone to wake you up because your before-sleeping self doesn’t trust your upon-waking self.

The job of the person you’re asking to wake you up is not to disturb you out of sleep. It’s to be annoying enough that you can’t just go back to sleep.

Personally, I’m not particularly difficult to wake up or in a particularly bad mood when I do, but I still prefer having people wake me up. This is because I only rarely need to wake up at a specific time, which means I’m not *accustomed* to alarm clocks, which means I don’t *trust* alarm clocks. Sapient alarms are smart enough to know if their first attempt has failed to wake me, and can then try various things until they succeed.

Would an alarm clock successfully wake me? Probably. But I’m not *confident* of it (because I don’t have a long track record of success), so the am-I-going-to-sleep-through-my-alarm anxiety means I don’t sleep nearly as well. (I’d also *probably* wake up on my own slightly before the alarm (regardless of what form of alarm), but again not confidently.)

(It occurs to me that you don’t actually need full-on sapience to be smart enough to know whether your first attempt has failed, and that we’ve probably reached a tech level where computers can do this (if you’re wearing a monitor bracelet, anyway). But I don’t own a monitor bracelet, and I don’t think I’d bother getting one just for this (the whole reason I’m *having* this problem is precisely because it’s not something that comes up much).)


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lethriloth:

lethriloth:

I seem to have a really weird cold. I’m getting all the symptoms sequentially, rather than all at once – Saturday I had a sore throat, Sunday I was sneezing, today I’m coughing. I wonder what’s in store for me tomorrow?

This might be related to the thing where I’m not eating or drinking or sleeping enough.

Is that…not…normal for colds? I thought that was normal.

(Well, roughly normal. Exactly normal would be 1 – 2 days of sore throat, 2 – 3 days of stuffy/runny nose, 3 – 7 days of coughing, with the end of each phase having a ~4 – 6 hour overlap with the start of the next one.)

(I shudder to think how much colds would suck if I had a week’s worth of symptoms simultaneously.)

(although less-sucky colds might be balanced out by how ““48-hour”“ stomach bugs last a minimum of ten days for me)

(…just how much person-to-person variation is there in how minor illnesses manifest?)


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sinesalvatorem:

brin-bellway:

If anyone’s wondering who Jesse Bering is and why he’s related to that quote from yesterday:

A few years ago I was listening to Science for the People (as I used to do), and they had an interview with Jesse Bering about his then-recent book Perv: The Sexual Deviant in All of Us. He was going on about how men’s sexualities are narrow and stable while women’s sexualities are broad and fluid, a spectrum with exclusive paraphiles at one end and @sinesalvatorem at the other.

And this felt really familiar, and at first I wasn’t sure why. And then I realised:

This was not the first time that I had been accused of having an extreme male brain.

I should start compiling a list of times I’m used as an example of an extreme version of a feminine mental trait, since it’s strangely frequent and cool.

I thought you might appreciate that. :)

Didn’t know it was strangely frequent, though.


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sinesalvatorem:

argumate:

sinesalvatorem:

I find this line from Si Dwn absolutely hilarious:

Nobody nevah seh yuh a sell yuh body!
– And if yuh did, bebeh, dat a yuh prerogative.

Which is literally just “One of the compliments I’d pay you is that no one would ever call you a whore! Except, like, if you were a sexworker, that would be cool with me too, because feminism yo.”

Honestly, I love everything about this. The cognitive dissonance. The sudden switch into a more formal register. The way he tries to rhyme “body” with “prerogative”. The “how do you do, fellow liberals?” tone. The fact that he’s trying so hard. The fact that this is in the middle of a song about how much he loves fucking because basically everything he writes is.

Kartel is my precious baby and I want him to be happy.

my god this song to me is like mwah mwah mwah mwah PREROGATIVE mwah mwah mwah

of all the legible words I would expect to hear in a song that is not one.

Oh, right, I keep forgetting Jamaican patois has low mutual intelligibility with the stuff you guys speak. That’s so weird to me, given that this song is perfectly intelligible to me – it just feels like an odd accent rather than a different language.

Admittedly, some phrases definitely stand out to me as more clear than others. On the other hand, it might just be that they stand out thanks to sounding funny, like “coming soon to a pussy near you” in New Jordans:

it just feels like an odd accent rather than a different language.

An odd accent is often enough to render speech unintelligible, though, especially when sung.

(Mind you, I seem to be unusually bad at this. I knew somebody once from Venezuela. After a year of hanging out in groups including her ~3 hours/week, I was still getting maybe three or four words in five. And I was alone in this: often, everyone else would laugh at something she’d said, and I didn’t laugh because I hadn’t understood enough of it to know that it was funny.)

Meanwhile, on the other end of the language spectrum from Hard Mode singing, we have Easy Mode reading (your mileage may vary). The written-out lyrics at the beginning of this thread mostly made sense (and I did laugh at the joke), and completely made sense once I noticed I’d misread “seh” as another “sell”.

(I wonder if ability to parse odd accents is positively correlated with ability to parse individual voices at crowded parties. You’ve mentioned being fairly good at that.)


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sinesalvatorem:

sdhs-rationalist:

sinesalvatorem:

@dataandphilosophy said:

https://pedestrianobservations.com/2017/06/28/modeling-jitney-bus-competition/
An argument for socialist bus systems you might be interested in, if you haven’t seen it yet.

I think the main thing that bugs me about the argument is that it assumes riders will just get onto whichever bus arrives first, which is directly contradictory to my experience of private bus systems with high-volume routes. Enough so that I’m not really sure what they’re basing the assumption on.

The third assumption is that marginal riders take whichever route they see first.

My experience of a private bus system with a lot of variety in the buses was that people passed on buses they didn’t like and got into buses they did like. I even had a friend whose preferences were so weird that he would only ride a bus if it was painted red. He passed on most of the buses that arrived at his stop after school, but he still rarely had to wait more than 15 minutes.

However, the preferences people use for which bus to ride usually don’t map quite that way. Most often it’s social. The bus’s outer artwork announces its subcultural affiliation (and, implicitly, what music it plays), and this determines who wants to ride it, which in turn means people with a shared subculture often ride the bus together. Thus, you can choose to get on the Catholic bus, the Protestant bus, the Dancehall bus, the Calypso bus, the Hip Hop bus, etc.

How sensitive people are to the subcultural cues versus the timing is almost entirely a function of route volume, though. When getting on the bus at the main transit hub in the capital, the choice is almost entirely based on subculture. If all the buses are less than a minute behind each other, why wouldn’t you optimise for sharing the ride with people who share your tastes and values? At the bus stop outside my college, where the lag was closer to 3 minutes, maybe two thirds of people passed on the first bus they saw due to whatever bus preferences they might have. (I didn’t ask them individually; just eyeballed what fraction got onto each bus when the bus didn’t fill up.)

Meanwhile, on a low-volume rural route, I’d expect around three quarters of people to take the first bus that shows up. The folks most likely to pass are the elderly religious people who have all the time in the world and would wait for the grave rather than ride with teenage hip hop fans.

So, on a low-volume route, I would expect the article’s claims about schedule competition to hold true. In that case, competing on speed probably is what’s most valuable. This fits with my observation that the buses on rural routes drive the fastest. On the other hand, if the route is high volume, I’d expect market segmentation where sub-cultural concerns dominate. In much the same way that clothes cost so little today that all that matters is what your clothes mean.

OTOH, maybe I’m wrong about what would happen in the US. I’ve already noticed that I constantly over predict the social-focus of Americans, as I’m from a place with a much greater social focus. Maybe Americans don’t care enough about subcultures for that to determine their bus-taking habits? Or maybe there’d never be a sufficient number of buses on a route for the segmentation to kick in?

Or maybe American subcultures are the wrong size (too small to devote entire buses to or too large for a small number of buses to completely capture the market on a given route)? Or maybe they just care so much about timing that they wouldn’t wait two minutes for a bus with a more congenial social environment? As someone who’s often harassed on public transit, I would wait an hour if it got me a bus from a trans-friendly subculture.

But my best guess would still be that there’d end up being Red Tribe country music buses, and Blue Tribe indie music buses, and black hip hop buses,

and nerd buses playing video game soundtracks and anime themes, and buses with music in Spanish or Mandarin or Haitian Creole.

Empirical observation from israel(well, not perfect observation, since buses are subsidized) you always get on the first bus available, whether it’s urban or rural, unless it’s overfull enough to be unpleasant. Even for the subcultured buses.  (Why would you pick your bus for subculture? like, you either get on a bus with people you know and talk to them, or you read something for the whole ride, don’t randomly talk to potentially friendly strangers, ugh)

This makes me think that Israelis:

1. Are less likely to strike up conversations with strangers due simply to proximity. (seems extremely likely)

2. Don’t have strong preferences over the music they listen to on a bus ride. ([Redact]ians will often threaten to get off the bus if the driver plays the wrong artist. During the height of the Gaza-Gully feud*, the Dancehall buses had to split in two for the two opposing subcultures: Vybez Kartel fans and Mavado fans.)

3. There isn’t much variance in the behaviour of Israeli passengers between subcultures. (There is definitely a lot of variance among [Redacted]ian passengers. This is why I generally prefer to ride Christian buses over Dancehall buses, even though I have no desire for Christianity and much prefer Dancehall to Christian music. One set of passengers is quiet and reserved, while the other is loud and often aggressive, and that’s all it took for me to make the choice.)

Even with all this, I’d find it quite strange if Arabs,

Haredim, and secular Jews don’t self-segregate into different bus systems.

Side note: Around 10% of [Redacted]’s population is Seventh Day Adventist, but almost everyone else is a different kind of Christian, which leads to another interesting outcome: Most buses stop running on Sundays, except the SDA buses, which instead stop on Saturdays. Since SDAs tend to be more personally religious than other folks, the buses that run on Sundays lean more religious, which everyone has to put up with. This, plus lower traffic, makes Sunday market segmentation harder. I would anticipate the reverse pattern in Israel: That far fewer buses run on Shabbat and that they’re driven by religious minorities.


*If anyone’s wondering what the Gaza-Gully feud was, it was this thing:

“Gaza” refers to a swath of the working-class town of Portmore, home of Vybz Kartel, the man voted, in a recent poll, the island’s most popular dancehall artist. “Gully” is for the Kingston neighborhood (a line of shacks, really, along a stretch of gully known as Cassava Piece) where fellow dancehall star Mavado was born. Initially, the two were musical teammates, protégés of the artist Bounty Killer, but since 2006, they’ve engaged in near-constant lyrical warfare. In track after X-rated track, Kartel has called Mavado a pseudo-gangsta, dubbing him “Mafraudo” and claiming to have had sex with his mother. Mavado retorted that Kartel was, among many other things, a “battyman” (a gay slur, in a country that takes such accusations very seriously), a skin-bleacher, and an atheist. The feud came to a head at a major stage show in late 2008, when the two stood face to face before a rowdy crowd—Kartel decked out in full army gear, Mavado sporting a Lone Ranger–style black maskand engaged in a heated clash, hurling insults at each other as Kartel carted out a coffin with “R.I.P. Mavado” printed on it. Soon thereafter, Mavado abruptly marched offstage.

After this show—at which fights were said to have broken out between fans, who still argue passionately about whether Mavado or Kartel was the victor—the feud intensified to the point where much of the dancehall community, along with legions of fans, were compelled to decide: Are you with Gaza or Gully? In the Jamaica Gleaner, critic Ian Boyne lamented the fact that entire dance sessions and even neighborhoods were dangerously divided: “If your car is even passing one of these sessions, and you don’t happen to know whether it is Gaza or Gully territory,” he wrote, “you are in danger. You don’t even have the right to play the opposing gangster in your own car or SUV. What a life!” Even the fastest man on earth took sides: At Usain Bolt’s post-Olympic welcome-home party, the gold medalist allegedly marched into the DJ booth and decreed that only “Gaza” tunes should be played at his parties. “And anybody nuh like dat,” he supposedly declared, “can jump inna gully.”

The feud generated such attention that in December 2009—a year cursed by Jamaica’s highest-ever murder rate—the country’s two most-high-profile men intervened. Prime Minister Bruce Golding, who previously called the Gaza-Gully conflict “one example of the negative influences that destabilize us as a people,” requested a meeting with the two artists. Before and after the powwow, which involved four government ministers and a bishop, Mavado and Kartel strutted through the prime minister’s office providing myriad photo ops: shaking hands, laughing like old pals, and modeling shimmering jewels and designer shades.

The real peace decree, though, came just before the meeting, when the two DJs took the stage together at a Kingston concert and Kartel called Mavado “my brother.” The performance was, by all reliable accounts, coordinated by so-called community leader Christopher Coke, a/k/a “Dudus”: current target of a U.S. extradition request on drug- and weapons-trafficking charges and the son of gangster icon Jim Brown, who was the founder of the legendary Shower Posse gang that ran much of Jamaica, New York, and Miami in the ’80s.

[WTF-est lines bolded]

The Caribbean is fuckin’ wild.

Wait, buses play music?

My experience is pretty limited and I haven’t been on any in a while, so I might be misremembering, but I don’t remember ever hearing any music on a bus or indeed any form of mass transportation. (not counting headphones and such, obviously)

Is there music on buses in the Bay? Was there music on the buses you took in Canada?


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justice-turtle:

nnamkook:

okay but i seriously need y’all to reblog this and tell me: are you an “all water tastes the same” person or an “all water tastes different” person???

Purified water tastes the same, water with rocks in tastes different.

All water tastes different, though you generally get used to a given water system after a while.

I often disagree with people on which waters are better than others. Mom hates Lake Buena Vista water; I think it’s fine. I dislike most of the Massachusetts water sources I’ve tried (in one particularly bad case, it went so far as to worsen the taste of pasta boiled in it); Mom (having once lived there for quite a while) thinks it’s fine.

I don’t know which of the water I’ve drunk was purified (in the sense that you mean), so I don’t know whether it all tastes the same.


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