Kott shows of his latest build in LA.
Kott shows of his latest build in LA.
A claim from a doctor who helped conduct the following study:
If the first quote sounds like sensationalism, that’s because it is. If the title of the journal article on this research doesn’t make sense to you, that’s because the study itself makes no sense.
I wouldn’t bother posting about it, except I know this is the sort of bullshit average people who know nothing about science or nutrition will end up saying a few years from now. Your fat brother in law is going to tell you to quit taking “so much protein” because it’s common knowledge that it causes cancer & death. Science says.
This study will be the source of all the misconceptions that spread like dirty rumors in a girls high school bathroom. It’s medical science at its lowest of lows.
Solid advice from SOHC forum member “calj737” on hitting hiccups in bike restorations:
"Get very used to it. You can not realistically expect to tear down a 40 year old bike on a very tight budget in your basement and have everything go ‘swimmingly’.
It’s kind of like losing weight- it took time to put it in, it will take time to drop it. The best advice you’ll hear is to take breaks from the work when things go wrong. Tempers and frustrations derail more builds than money. Set realistic goals, manage the work load, and when you encounter something ‘dodgy’ FIX IT. Then it’s right for the next 40 years and you won’t lose time re-doing things.”
This film explores the revival of manual work through the passion of motorcycle enthusiasts who have found their way to a happy life.
Here we go.
…new OECD data comparing how people use their time that highlights striking differences between countries and particularly between men and women.
Women are slowly closing the gap with men as more have careers. But there is still a huge gender gap in unpaid work, clearly showing that men are still struggling to lift much more than a finger from time to time in some countries: Mexican women spend the most time doing unpaid work, such as housework or shopping, at 373 minutes a day, with Australia next at 311 minutes. This compares to their menfolk: Mexican men who spend an average of 113 minutes on unpaid work and Japanese men who spend only 62 minutes, the least of all. In Europe, Turkish women spend the most time, at 377 minutes, more than double the time spent by Norwegian men (180) who are the most helpful males in Europe and elsewhere.
When it comes to time spent on personal care, including eating and sleeping, the gap between the sexes is much smaller, and it’s clearly more important in Southern Europe. France and Italy are the personal care champions: French women spend the most, at 755, well ahead of Italian women who are second at 697. Their men spend almost as much time – with French males ahead at 738 vs 697 for the Italians.
The Northern Europeans are the queens of leisure: with women in Norway spending more time relaxing in front of the TV or entertaining friends than anyone else (367 minutes a day), followed by the UK (339). In virtually every country, men are able to fit in valuable extra minutes of leisure each day while women spend more time doing unpaid housework.
Would like to nominate this OECD study as the most worthless ever conducted. Hours spent doing something is pretty meaningless in that some people are incredibly efficient (some are more disciplined, have technology as an aid, etc), while others are excellent at wasting time as they “work” to complete tasks.
Also, shopping is unpaid work?
This could actually be a pretty rad study. But OECD, ur doin it wrong.
On my phone from early this morning:
I just dreamt that I witnessed a school shooting in a university library. It was disturbingly vivid & I can’t explain the fear & powerlessness I felt.
The dream started with me on a phone call, discussing a form with an administrator. The form contained a brochure at the end with pictures of a girl who worked at the library. I mentioned to the administrator, rather carelessly, that it was funny how attractive the girl was & yet she wasn’t smiling in a single photo in the brochure. In fact, the girl looked quite upset. The administrator didn’t seem to think this was very funny.
The dream fast forwards to me now in the library. I am searching among the shelves for some book on Kierkegaard or for a book written by him. I notice on the other side of the shelf a girl working. It’s the same girl in the brochure. There is another guy working with her not far away. They are putting returned books back on the shelves. The next thing I remember, a young man came up to the girl & shot her without stopping to think about it.
There seemed to be this one separate shooter at first, a kid who I’m not sure even attended the school. He was after this particular girl & only shot others who got in his way. Eventually someone else with a gun was able to stop him & force him to drop his weapon. I “followed” (I seemed to be more of a ghost than anything) the two of them down a stair well to exit the library, & saw the shooter eventually escape down the stairwell. Once the protector caught up to him, the shooter was able to take the gun from him & shoot him point blank.
I then returned back to the library for some reason. Only to witness the entire library held hostage by many more shooters. This time, the shooters had no particular people in mind. They seemed to be, as is often the case, psychologically tormented students who had finally snapped & decided this was a way to feel powerful for once. I saw numerous shooters crowding the library, shooting anyone who tried to escape or made a move against their will. Several hostages tried pushing over library shelves as a distraction. They were shot promptly & with little hesitation. Then I saw a young man in an olive trench coat with some type of modern rapid fire weapon just going off, shooting aimlessly into rows of hostages, on a killing spree with no regard for the lives he was ending. I remember distinctly one boy sitting at a desk who I was almost certain had been shot. His body seemed lifeless but he sat upright as if still alive. I watched him as his head fell slowly to his desk.
There was security at the university but they seemed to be pretty helpless. I think there were even cops in the library who had decided to simply bow to the will of the shooters lest more people be killed. The final scene of the dream had me following a couple girls out of the university; it appeared to be a different building than the library, as if they were evacuating other parts of the school. They hurried into a fire truck & were, I assume, about to be taken to safety.
This is an especially unexpected dream since I’ve never spent much time thinking on school shootings or really any shooting in particular beyond that of the Newtown school shooting. I just woke up uneasy, feeling like it was some kind of premonition rather than just a question/anxiety deep in my psyche. It makes me scared in a way that I rarely feel.
From the Internet:
written by Richard Joe-Leonn, Jul 25 2013
I decided not to take any courses this semester & am missing it a lot. Today I’ve been nerding out over this guy’s series of Math History.
Friday I was talking with a Stats professor about why kids have so much trouble with math. Our generation was raised to believe it could do anything it wanted (which didn’t work out so well), but mention mathematics to people today & most will immediately say, “I can’t do math. I just can’t.”
I laugh because I know they can. They just don’t have the interest, incentive, & proper perspective.
For instance, getting the proper perspective wouldn’t be that hard if people understood where & why we use mathematics. Maybe we could solve this by making a course in Math History mandatory, as a substitute for college trigonometry. Most students in the US are required to take Trig in undergrad, as far as I know. I’d guess that only a small fraction of them remember a single thing from that course. Math history, though, could teach people where the foundations of math came from, why they were needed. Take away the mystery of it.
Further, if students were required to take a course in logic where they were able to learn set theory & notation, they could understand where all the formulas they were senselessly taught through elementary & high school came from. A whole new world of understanding is available when you can start from a simple axiom & build up to theorems relied on in elementary mathematics. I’m actually amazed that kids can like math without knowing where formulas came from. I hated it for this reason, but once I had a basic abstract/set theory course, it put me on a totally different level. It’s a real game changer.
In short, you can’t do anything you want, but you can do math.
Came across another great K7 build on eBay today. Nothing major to this one, pretty standard & simple. But the seat color against the tank looks awesome. Don’t know the seller, but if you’re looking for a CB750, this wouldn’t be a bad one to check out:
In “Tough Love”, Theodore Dalrymple writes:
My patient was intelligent but badly educated, as only products of the British educational system can be after 11 years of compulsory school attendance. She thought the Second World War took place in the 1970s and could give me not a single correct historical date.
I asked her whether she thought a young and violent burglar would have proved much of a companion. She admitted that he wouldn’t, but said that he was the type she liked; besides which—in slight contradiction—all boys were the same.
I warned her as graphically as I could that she was already well down the slippery slope leading to poverty and misery—that, as I knew from the experience of untold patients, she would soon have a succession of possessive, exploitative, and violent boyfriends, unless she changed her life. I told her that in the past few days, I had seen two women patients who had had their heads rammed down the lavatory, one who had had her head smashed through a window and her throat cut on the shards of glass, one who had had her arm, jaw, and skull broken, and one who had been suspended by her ankles from a tenth-floor window to the tune of, “Die, you bitch!”
"I can look after myself," said my 17-year-old.
"But men are stronger than women," I said. "When it comes to violence, they are at an advantage."
"That’s a sexist thing to say," she replied.
A girl who had absorbed nothing at school had nevertheless absorbed the shibboleths of political correctness in general and of feminism in particular.
"But it’s a plain, straightforward, and inescapable fact," I said.
"It’s sexist," she reiterated firmly.
Reality is a cruel teacher, & it’s unfortunate that many will never learn without something tragic forcing them to do so. Dalrymple goes on to say:
Worse still, the social trend to these kinds of relationships is self-reinforcing: for the children they produce grow up supposing that all relationships between men and women are but temporary and subject to revision. From the very earliest age, therefore, the children live in an atmosphere of tension between the natural desire for stability and the emotional chaos they see all around them. They are able to make no assumption that the man in their lives—the man they call “Daddy" today—will be there tomorrow. (As one of my patients put it when talking of her decision to leave her latest boyfriend, "He was my children’s father until last week." Needless to say, he was none of the children’s biological father, all of the latter having departed long before.)
A son learns that women are always on the point of leaving men; a daughter, that men are not to be relied upon and are inevitably violent. The daughter is mother to the woman: and since she has learned that all relationships with men are both violent and temporary, she concludes that there is not much point in taking thought for the morrow as far as choosing men is concerned. Not only is there little difference between them except in the accidental quality of their physical attractiveness to her, but mistakes can be rectified by the simple expedient of abandoning the man, or men, in question. Thus, sexual relationships can be entered into with no more thought than that devoted to choosing breakfast cereal—precisely the ideal of Kinsey, Mailer, et al.
Family matters. Family matter a lot, & we are developing a society that thinks that “family” can be loosely defined. It’s naive to imagine children can grow up naturally amidst this kind of confusion.
The sexual revolutionaries wanted to liberate sexual relations from all but the merest biological content. Henceforth such relations were not to be subject to restrictive bourgeois contractual arrangements—or, heaven forbid, sacraments—such as marriage; no social stigma was to attach to any sexual conduct that had hitherto been regarded as reprehensible. The only criterion governing the acceptability of sexual relations was the mutual consent of those entering upon them: no thought of duty to others (one’s own children, for example) was to get in the way of the fulfillment of desire. Sexual frustration that resulted from artificial social obligations and restrictions was the enemy, and hypocrisy—the inevitable consequence of holding people to any standard of conduct whatsoever—was the worst sin.
That the heart wants contradictory, incompatible things; that social conventions arose to resolve some of the conflicts of our own impulses; that eternal frustration is an inescapable concomitant of civilization, as Freud had observed—all these recalcitrant truths fell beneath the notice of the proponents of sexual liberation, dooming their revolution to ultimate failure.
The failure hit the underclass hardest. Not for a moment did the sexual liberators stop to consider the effects upon the poor of the destruction of the strong family ties that alone made emergence from poverty possible for large numbers of people. They were concerned only with the petty dramas of their own lives and dissatisfactions. But by obstinately overlooking the most obvious features of reality, as did my 17-year-old patient who thought that men’s superior physical strength was a socially constructed sexist myth, their efforts contributed in no small part to the intractability of poverty in modern cities, despite vast increases in the general wealth: for the sexual revolution has turned the poor from a class into a caste, from which escape is barred so long as that revolution continues.
A term frequently used in economics, “trickle down economics”, tends to operate in the reverse from implementation/acceptance of negative social agendas. That is, these policies & ideas hit poorer communities much harder than they hit the upper class & those seeking the social change. This is something many activists fail to realize, & even when they do realize it, they are unlikely to take responsibility for it.
"It’s a proven fact that modifying a SOHC Honda in any way will bring on the apocalypse." - SOHC forum member NikkiSixx
Awesome build from the SOHC forums. You can follow the guy’s story & see all his hang ups. The bike was changed a lot along the process, with continual mods in aesthetics & components. I love the style of the finished product & seeing the whole story makes it that much better.
"He came up flailing and sputtering and began to thrash his way toward the line of willows that marked the submerged creek bank. He could not swim, but how would you drown him? His wrath seemed to buoy him up. Some halt in the way of things seems to work here. See him. You could say that he’s sustained by his fellow men, like you. Has peopled the shore with them calling to him. A race that gives suck to the maimed and the crazed, that wants their wrong blood in its history and will have it. But they want this man’s life. He has heard them in the night seeking him with lanterns and cries of execration. How then is he borne up? Or rather, why will not these waters take him?
When he reached the willows he pulled himself up and found that he stood in scarcely a foot of water. There he turned and shook the rifle alternately at the flooded creek and at the gray sky out of which the rain still fell grayly and without relent and the curses that hailed up above the thunder of the water carried to the mountain and back likes echoes from the clefts of bedlam.”
- Cormac McCarthy, Child of God
Been reading this since Sunday. McCarthy is brilliant, & I just want to recommend this book. Can see myself reading it multiple times (especially with how short it is) & enjoying it more & more each read.
Recently got frustrated by a site based in Canada? called Parts N More. I needed a few odds & ends for the bike, including new band clamps for the carbs. I ordered 45-49mm circumference for the clamps, they sent me clamps that, when fully closed, still exceed 52mm. I contacted them today via e-mail (their site has no phone contact for returns). I let them know I’d received the wrong size, but they just sent me a return number with instructions for the return. Zero acknowledgement that I’d been sent the wrong parts. Frustrated, I e-mailed back asking if I’d be refunded for shipping both ways. No response.
That said, there are some great places online for parts, here are a few I use reliably:
Don’t be a dummy like me & use Parts N More. Save yourself all the trouble.