OVERDRIVE: ...a to je ktera? anathema mam prelousklyho, ted jedu sedmeroev a uz se tesim na dalsi (ackoli mam dalsich cca 7 knih z mestske kniHovny Steti, ktera je mimochodem otresne nevybavena.. apropos, shanim Milana Kohouta - proved vola svetem, volem zustane. kdyby byl ebook...

OVERDRIVE: Pamatuju si povzdechnuti Richarda Feinmana, ze on sam uz bohuzel nepatri do generace matematiku, ktera dik naucenym zjednodusenim a zkratkam v matematice dokaze pojimat a resit velke problemy bez tuzky a papiru.
Pamatuju si povzdechnuti otce jedne me byvalky, ze zacinal pracovat na vyzkumaku a ted se musi bavit s lidmi, kteri jsou nekonecne hloupi. Cim je starsi, tim mene chytrych lidi ma ve svem okoli.
Stephenson mimo jine, ke konci knihy rika, ze Zula, posledni zijici v maso-svete, jeste stale uziva drogy, ktere ji umoznuji zachovat si neuroplasticitu.
Ano, drogy maji hromadu minusu, je cas se jim zacit znova vedecky venovat, ale zaroven je to asi castecne i duvod, ze jeste nejsem zkostnately a uplne hloupy. Mnoho mojich pratel a kamaradu bohuzel je. A boli mne, ze i kdyz jsem byl vzdy nepatricny, vicemene v jakekoliv situaci a spolecnosti, je stale vice ticha v nas, tam kde nas problemy presahuji, a to uz o rad. Co by to bylo za problem, pokud by neexistovala zjednoduseni, ktera by jej umoznovala uchopit a zacit resit. Kde jsme se mnohdy ztratili, vsichni ti, co zkouseli byt lepsi, chce se mi povzdechnout. A neudelam to, protoze to by bylo prilisne zjednoduseni.

Re: People were already catasophically stupid (+5, Informative)
ZorinLynx May 25th, 2019 10:59PM
I kind of miss the days when pretty much everyone you'd find on the Internet was reasonably intelligent. Sure, there were assholes and unpleasant people, but even most of them showed some level of intelligence and rational thought.
Now that the Internet is mainstream, the stupid has gone off the charts.

Re: Social media never envisioned for social (+4, Interesting)
alvinrod May 25th, 2019 10:09PM
I don't think purpose necessarily matters when you look at it from the perspective of Dunbar's number. Humans can't interact with the entire rest of the world (or even an appreciable part of it) and so I think the platforms that are built to allow that are always going to leave us frustrated. Maybe you could design a social media platform that functions with that in mind, but I think we already have that and it's existed in other forms for decades. These days it's my list of contacts in my phone and I can easily call or text the people in that list.

That's a big part of the reason that I don't use social media or even a lot of the big social sites. The extent to which I use something like Reddit is limited to a tiny set of niche groups and I avoid all of the bigger ones because it feels just like screaming into the void. I think it would be cool to see a site like that build with Dunbar's number in mind that continually and automatically splits existing groups into small and smaller sub-groups until they reach a point where it creates a tight-knit community. I don't know if that's workable or if people would actually prefer something like that, but it would be interesting to try as well as to examine how it affects discourse and user interaction.
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EVELINA: Bohuzel jsem nikdy nemel tu moznost, ale verim. Cave je jeden z tech lidi, kvuli kterym jsem rad, ze ovladam Anglictinu... vcera, kdyz jsem si temer po roce dal nejakou psychoaktivni drogu, pobavila me myslenka, ze s nim nekde sedim a chystame se povidat si, taky je tam Bob Dylan, ktereho v mnoha ruznych zpusobech povazuju za sveho otce.. kazdopadne jsem se jim chystal omluvit za to, ze anglictina neni muj rodny jazyk, tudiz, ze v ni sice rozumim vsem basnim, a chapu vtipy, ale i ma omˇuva, ze musi nutne znit jako od pristavniho rvace.
V jeden moment mi veta omluvy pripadla tak slozita, ze jsem se prestal omlouvat, ponevadz to ztratilo vyznam...

Cave a Dylan muzou castecne za to, ze muzu cist tisice stran v jazyce, se kterym jsem se nenarodil, a dik za to... Dylan je jeste o level vys v tom, ze si hraje i s vyslovnosti a dialektem, kdyz zpiva v USA, je vyslovnost vzdy prizpusobena publiku, kde hraje.
Rad bych jej videl na zivo v dobre nalade a v USA...

Vlastne bych rad zil v USA, nebo aspon Britanii ci Australii...

Tak jsem docet dalsiho cca 2000 strankoveho Stephensona. Vyhrava treti svetovou valku, zaklada nebe, v ceste za hledanim Boha provazi Peklem, vztycuje ethalon svobody, prevykladava Stvoreni a dalsi Starozakonni Pribehy, vyucuje fyziku i Kantovu filosofii, premodelovava vypraveni z Eddy (kdo necet, pac u nas se starogemanska cte min nez Recka mytologie, tomu vrele doporucuju). Bohem je Loki i Odin, Enoch Root je zavesen na kriz, poznani a schopnosti chapat patri do domeny Atheny, stejne jako prichazi v dobe, kdy urcil Kairos, ze je pravy cas.

Knizka to byla sice jedna z mene libivych, po strance koherence, mate-li ale radi vypravecsky styl starych pribehu, hackerskych manualu a legend starych jako clovek sam, taky pokud radi Anglictinu, jako jazyk, ktery jde ohnout od minimalismu k opulentnim hodum obrazotvornosti, knizka se vam bude libit.

Cely zivot hledam zabavu v ideach tak slozitych, ze musim subjektivne zpomalovat cas, abych pochopil jejich siri. A v tom je pro mne Stephenson dustojny pritel a milovany nepritel. Vzdyt jen odraz qualii v Escherove sklenene kouli je tak slozita predstava, jako svet sam, a to kniha v te dobe jen stavi zaklady celeho vypraveni.

Svet odrazeny v bublinkach mydla na holeni, neni nic mene nez dokonaly.

Knizka je dokonala jen o par qualii mene.

8/10, protoze tohle nejde cist 2x

OVERDRIVE: tohle naživo vidět bylo dechberoucí..."can you feel my heartbeat "... jo cítila jsem, ani jsem nemusela být v první řadě. -)

Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

I was riding on the Mayflower

When I thought I spied some land

I yelled for Captain Arab

I have yuh understand

Who came running to the deck

Said, “Boys, forget the whale

Look on over yonder

Cut the engines

Change the sail

Haul on the bowline”

We sang that melody

Like all tough sailors do

When they are far away at sea



“I think I’ll call it America”

I said as we hit land

I took a deep breath

I fell down, I could not stand

Captain Arab he started

Writing up some deeds

He said, “Let’s set up a fort

And start buying the place with beads”

Just then this cop comes down the street

Crazy as a loon

He throw us all in jail

For carryin’ harpoons



Ah me I busted out

Don’t even ask me how

I went to get some help

I walked by a Guernsey cow

Who directed me down

To the Bowery slums

Where people carried signs around

Saying, “Ban the bums”

I jumped right into line

Sayin’, “I hope that I’m not late”

When I realized I hadn’t eaten

For five days straight



I went into a restaurant

Lookin’ for the cook

I told them I was the editor

Of a famous etiquette book

The waitress he was handsome

He wore a powder blue cape

I ordered some suzette, I said

“Could you please make that crepe”

Just then the whole kitchen exploded

From boilin’ fat

Food was flying everywhere

And I left without my hat



Now, I didn’t mean to be nosy

But I went into a bank

To get some bail for Arab

And all the boys back in the tank

They asked me for some collateral

And I pulled down my pants

They threw me in the alley

When up comes this girl from France

Who invited me to her house

I went, but she had a friend

Who knocked me out

And robbed my boots

And I was on the street again



Well, I rapped upon a house

With the U.S. flag upon display

I said, “Could you help me out

I got some friends down the way”

The man says, “Get out of here

I’ll tear you limb from limb”

I said, “You know they refused Jesus, too”

He said, “You’re not Him

Get out of here before I break your bones

I ain’t your pop”

I decided to have him arrested

And I went looking for a cop



I ran right outside

And I hopped inside a cab

I went out the other door

This Englishman said, “Fab”

As he saw me leap a hot dog stand

And a chariot that stood

Parked across from a building

Advertising brotherhood

I ran right through the front door

Like a hobo sailor does

But it was just a funeral parlor

And the man asked me who I was



I repeated that my friends

Were all in jail, with a sigh

He gave me his card

He said, “Call me if they die”

I shook his hand and said goodbye

Ran out to the street

When a bowling ball came down the road

And knocked me off my feet

A pay phone was ringing

It just about blew my mind

When I picked it up and said hello

This foot came through the line



Well, by this time I was fed up

At tryin’ to make a stab

At bringin’ back any help

For my friends and Captain Arab

I decided to flip a coin

Like either heads or tails

Would let me know if I should go

Back to ship or back to jail

So I hocked my sailor suit

And I got a coin to flip

It came up tails

It rhymed with sails

So I made it back to the ship





Well, I got back and took

The parkin’ ticket off the mast

I was ripping it to shreds

When this coastguard boat went past

They asked me my name

And I said, “Captain Kidd”

They believed me but

They wanted to know

What exactly that I did

I said for the Pope of Eruke

I was employed

They let me go right away

They were very paranoid



Well, the last I heard of Arab

He was stuck on a whale

That was married to the deputy

Sheriff of the jail

But the funniest thing was

When I was leavin’ the bay

I saw three ships a-sailin’

They were all heading my way

I asked the captain what his name was

And how come he didn’t drive a truck

He said his name was Columbus

I just said, “Good luck”
Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music

dokud nechci psat, odkladam; dobesa a dylana a ..i

Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts - Take 2, a song by Bob Dylan on Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/track/44YGapY6fh3jpwoZC4OUZh?si=Wu__mcLuQIirvC00Lepndg

az se vratim z vojny mami, udelas mi peceny jabka a polejes mi je medem? vezmes me do naruce, budu Ti moct rict pravdu a pak Ti brecet na ramene? Druhy den pak prijde strejda Sura a ostatni, a ja jim budu vykladat, ze sluzba vlasti byla dobra. Jim pravdu nereknu, nikdy jim nereknu, ze jsem musel postrilet neozbrojene lidi.

OVERDRIVE: tohle:
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Tohle uplne miluju na Stalkerovi, ty atmosfericky momenty, kdy vidis v kterej moment zkoncila civilizace... na stole stoji nedopita flaska a talir s jidlem, vykolejeny vlak nazdy zamrzly v miste zonalni poruchy, vrtulnik se stopami, ze nekdo prezil, ale pred x lety umrel tesne pote, co se pokusil o zachranu...

Mam fotky z urbexu ze zamku na jizni morave, kde umrel majitel nahle, stoji tam uz 12 let jeho auto, zapadane prachem, ale s funkcnim alarmem, strecha se prolomila do mistnosti, kde na stole je pul flasky 4 roses a 4 panaky... taky jsem byl v dome, jehoz majitelka slavila v CSR posledniho silvestra 1991, pak byla odvezena manzelem do Perskeho zalivu, kde zrovna zacala Poustni Boure... vsechny jeji veci tam zustaly. Rozectena kniha, rozepsany dopis, dopity rusky sekt, cervene lodicky, sada cisteho spodniho pradla, jidlo v lednicce...

Snim docela casto o konci sveta. Jsem information junkie proto, ze verim, ze kdyz zkonci svet, bude uplne jedno, jake i/y a s a z se kde pise, ale pokud nebudes umet s vysilackou, vyrobit antibiotika v podminkach kyblovacky a zasit ranu, ci srovnat zlomeninu, vubec nema cenu konec sveta prezit.

Taky musis mit neco, kvuli cemu te nikdo nezabije jen kvuli konzerve luncheonmeatu...

Pevne verim, ze skill field medic, schopny vyrabet alkohol a zakladni leky, to muze dat...

Videl jsem konec sveta stokrat. Na necisto.

Mam kamarada, ktery se vratil do Sarajeva pro svou ex- a jeji matku, tesne predtim, nez zacala rocni blokada. Rok zili pod palbou odstrelovacu a tanku v demilitarizovane zone.

Konecne, pokud nekdo znate ten pribeh: co jsem delal v Sarajevu, kdyz se to posralo; kde typek pise o tom, ze hned ze zacatku narazil na barak, kam spadla bomba a odkryla ilegalni palirnu se stovkami litru vodky v lahvych a jeho zena, ze byla zdravotni sestra, takze jedine co: nechodit sam, nebydlet v dome, kam se nekdo chce podivat, nemit prilis kvalitni hadry, a nikdy se nepotkavat s neznamimi lidmi... asi jsem si vybral dobre.


Moje uvahy smeruji k tomu, cim se lide zivili, dokud nebyli vsichni ve mestech. V tom je Atom taky bozi, kazda postava tam ma nejakou zivnost, duvod, proc existuje... postak, doktor, hospodsky, pasak, opravar stare techniky, klan rozebiracu a recyklatoru veci, prostitutka, ucitel, spisovatel, vyrobce nouzovych leku, vyrobce zbrani, stalker, pirat,...

Name it.

JVMLOK: To si delas prdel, ze ve Falloutu 4 se fakt resi radio a to az na uroven digitalnich volacich znaku... notypico!

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Prej je to dost bozi. Hvezdny valky me neserou, snad krom Dark Forces a Jedi Knight ani jako gamesky, ale treba takovej Loom byla ultra pecka, nebo serie Indiana Jonesu (ani nevim, zda byla jednicka a dvojka, hral jsem jen Fate of Atlantis !!! A Last Crusoade):

https://www.amazon.com/Rogue-Leaders-The-Story-LucasArts/dp/0811861848

JVMLOK: Vicemene kazda NPC ve hre ma osobnost, rekneme kazda druha nese aspon jeden quest, po dohrani nekterych questu se treba posune kvalita sveta, treba zacnou vychazet knihy... navic jsou questy casto ve stylu slepicka zachranuje kohoutka, takze k vyreseni jednoho questu potrebujes 3 odpoledne a pamatovat si interakce 30 postav... ale nuda to fakt neni. Jen proti Falloutu2 je to fakt ponekud rozlehlejsi, mozna tak srovnatelne s Baldurs Gate 2, a to kdyz to jedes na vic postav a snazi se ziskat holdy a keepy (jako treba za zlodeje ovladnout podsveti a stat se vladcem zlodejske guildy)...

Je pravda, ze to hraju za zenskou s nizkou charismou, ale extremni vyridilkou (speechcraft kolem 150) aextremni inteligenci, takze mam pravdepodobne otevrene vsechny moznosti ve vsech rozhovorech (i kdyz to jsem si ve Falloutu2 myslel taky, dokud jsem si neudelal postavu s Int:1; coz VAZNE stoji za zahrani. Sice ti pak rozumi jen jedna NPC ve hre, ale celej Fallout je pak o uplne necem jinem)...

Mmchodem soude podle mnozstvi kondomu, ktere se daji ve hre najit, a cekanych prilezitosti, ktere promarnuju, pac tam nejsou lezbicke vztahy, tak si v Atomu zasukas asi tak v kazde 3. lokaci ;)

OVERDRIVE: Do luck 10 bodu...

OVERDRIVE: mam to ve Steam library co ty vyslo, a rikam si ze se k tomu nekdy dokopu pres Wastelands a dalsi hry co mam ve fronte. Ale kdyz vyspoilujes vic zajimavejch momentu, asi ani bnebude potreba se k tomu dostavat :)
Jinak tyhle skryty momenty mam taky rad...treda rad.
Asi me skutecne dojala k slzam situace ve Falloutu 4, kde u retranslacni stanice najdes signal SOS ktery vysila nejaka holka.
Kdyz ji poslouchas je ti jasny ze to nemuze mit dobrej konec, ale stejne se zenes jak trotl za signalem a triangulujes jeji pozici, pak se probijes az ke zdroji signalu a pak jsem se rozbrecel a sel si uvarit kafe.

OVERDRIVE: neodeslany dopis nalezeny vedle tanku a rezaveho kalasnikovu a random lokaci, kde zaroven je do zeme zarazena nevybuchla jaderna hlavice [priste si to musim dat s LUCK na 10]...

Mila Nataso,
neboj se, valka se asi nechysta, ale presto se ted nejaky cas neuvidime, protoze nas preveleli do nove lokace, jen co povoli napeti, vratim se...

~ Ivan

[hra je cela postavena tak, ze v roce 1996 se odehrala Bitva o Berlinskou Zed, ktera bohuzel vyustila v jaderny konflikt....]