A man screaming at a spider
George Washington jumping on a trampoline
"Man, I am really nailing this adaptation thing lately."
"Oh yeah, evolution? How’s that?"
"Well, this fish lives in a cave, right? It’s totally dark. You can’t see anything anyway."
"So I just took away its eyes. Bam! Instant energy savings."
"Huh, I guess that makes sense. Won’t its head be kind of boring now, though?"
"What? No, not at all."
"I put its anus up there instead.”
"I put its anus up there…"
"On its head?"
"Yep. So it’s totally not boring.”
"Well, no, but…"
Photo: M.L. Niemiller, ZooKeys
Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.
Also sobering is how very often over the past few years “disruptive innovation” in services has been attended by the worst sort of triumphalist douchery on the part of the already-privileged beneficiaries of the ostensible disruption. I think of the tellingly-named Uber, explicitly positioned as an outright celebration of the “self-made” Randian superman’s differential ability to route around urban infrastructural, bureaucratic and regulatory failure, in a world where his social and economic lessers are reduced to relying on defunded, dysfunctional, all-but-dystopian public transit. Uber’s self-serving rhetoric casts any regulation of their service as unwonted friction imposed by meddlesome rent-seekers, when that fabric of regulation was for the most part woven into place for good and sufficient reason.