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Thank you, sincerely, for this comment. It's all about impishness and finding a reason to live, maybe? Naked on the bongos, you say? Wonderful story... Interestingly enough, it was not only Feynman who had this type of priceless proclivity for the unusual. There was Edvard Munch, and there was... Rostropovich... Besides Feynman... Guys like this Give the Rest of us... Reason to Live:

I prefer to have many more posts like this one on this forum. Thank you, again, sir.

I do not wax. I do not like women who wax. I prefer unwaxed women, in fact. In particular, I love the following subsets of the superset Women: Women who are unwaxed and women who are Asian and women who are Thai and women who are Chinese. In set theory, then what kind of women do I like? Maybe unwaxed Thai-Chinese women? But, in addition to the intersection of Thai, Chinese, and Unwaxed women, I also like the conjunction of the sets of Chinese women and Unwaxed women. Also, in "Group Theory", I most dearly love Conjugation of the group Me and either Chinese unwaxed women, or the group Thai women, or Thai-Chinese women. Please re-read Alice's Adventures in Wunnerlaun to make sense of the above. Thank you, sir.

Not much of an analysis. Pretty much could apply to almost anyone.

I had thought that you might have said that religion has been the scam of the centuries. Why limit your scorn to the belief in being frozen?

Why not? You are obviously game for almost everything else. This is your final opportunity to take a stab at psychoanalysis. Just take a long pull on your cigar, and have at it. Psychoanalysis might be right up your alley. Just because, psychoanalysis is mostly baloney.

What percentage would you guesstimate?

Interesting. What red wine? Gallo red, by the gallon jug?

I don't ever encourage the bar girls because.... I don't like to see girls doing the SAME THING, over and over, every day.

Yes. Terrible. On the factory floor. Humans doing the same thing, over and over. And even when one is not on the factory production line, then one might be in the fields, picking tomatoes.... Or, picking cotton.

Nobody seems to care enough about trends. I hate to be finicky. But, trends portend our future. Excellent topic.

If you have money, then maybe Scotland. If you don't have money, then maybe Chiang Rai. Either way, the best way to find yourself may be to find a woman who is both very kind and half your age. Otherwise, you could devote the rest of your life to doing good works. Such a thing would provide you meaning in life. If you are worried about your own demise, and if you are feeling angst about ceasing to exist, then contact an attorney and set up a trust fund. Put your house in order, and then you will feel better. After doing this, then I would suggest that you establish some personal goal. For example, you might like to ride the rails by traveling on trains throughout India. If you did this, you would no longer have time to worry about much of anything.

You may wonder why Musk, the wealthiest genius on our planet, is so worried about population decline, maybe even population collapse. Musk is worried about many things. This may be the result of his overindulgence in smoking weed. Musk worries about the possibility that the AI robots he is creating may, someday, turn on their master, and destroy not only mankind, but Musk, himself. Personally, I LOVE Musk. I grew up on the books of Tom Swift. However, no matter how truly wonderful may be Musk's achievements, as well as his scope of knowledge, and his usually accurate insightfulness about our world, still this South African is not a god. In the end, my greatest wish is to see Musk go to Mars.

"The current world population of 7.6 billion is expected to reach 8.6 billion in 2030, 9.8 billion in 2050 and 11.2 billion in 2100, according to a new United Nations report being launched today. With roughly 83 million people being added to the world’s population every year, the upward trend in population size is expected to continue, even assuming that fertility levels will continue to decline."

Yesterday, I planted a tree. The day before, I bought a Musk Car. By 2050, world population will increase from 7.7 billion, today, to 10 billion in 2050.. Please check this prognostication recently published by the UN. Musk has stated that we can fit the entire world's population on the island of Manhattan. Sounds like a plan.

Maybe you are just too finicky, my friend. However, assuming that this topic has been submitted in a more serious vein, I tend to agree with your premise that we are on the cusp of experiencing events which humankind has not yet witnessed. Why are we, seemingly, at the brink? My best guess is that most people are bored and tired of life lived under present conditions. Even my fellow alumnus, Chomsky, of Philly, seems boring to me, these days. Even a cheesesteak, not to mention cheesecake, seems boring, now. Even the youngsters in China are choosing to lie flat, something I never thought might happen in my lifetime. I like your topic. And, you don't often post topics. If you really want to know, as Holden once said, why many more people are suddenly waking up to the fact that the gumdrops are hitting the fan... It's an easy matter to explain. Three decades ago, guys like E. O. Wilson, and so many other peerless peer-reviewed scientists, have been in a funk. Why? Most scientists who have a finger on the pulse of the world have known what has been happening. Years ago, one of the most depressing jobs was to be a research biologist studying the state of the oceans, ecosystems, or whatever. There is no more depressing work than this. That was three decades ago. But these days, after three or more decades, the science data is just beginning to filter out in a way which is beginning to impact upon the public's psyche. In the past, it was only scientists who felt the greatest angst. Now, even your idiot neighbor is able to see the changes. But now, it's already too late. Because, now, can't you see, we're on the eve of destruction? In order to truly comprehend the predicament which now confronts us, then you gotta know something about momentum. Not only this, but you also gotta know something about growth and the exponential function. And, you also need to know a bit more about human nature, and the fact that no individual is willing to downsize, or endure any sacrifice, for the wellbeing of the group, especially when the group is the world. We can make sacrifices for the good of family members. Sometimes, we can make personal sacrifices for the good of members in our own village. But, be darned if we will drink less coffee so that somebody on the opposite side of the world can have what we have. The problem is that most people do not care enough to read the science. They do care about trends. Instead of spending an hour per day, reading science journals, they put their trust in Blind Faith that all will continue to be right with the world, until Kingdom Come. You really should have been reading much more E. O. Wilson, decades ago, when we still had a glimmer of hope to turn this around.

Are you referring to Natalie Wood, and Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice?

Don't wait until somebody tells you that you have six months more to live. By then, it will be too late. Do it now.

If I had only six months more to live, Then.... Here is what I would do: I would vacuum my house. Love this Guy. Everybody loves this guy. He is just so loveable. Half a billion views cannot be wrong. Someday, soon, the reaper may be coming for you. And then, what will you do?

But, as for me.... Some day soon, I will buy this book, "Alice's Adventirs in Wunnerlaun", and I will read it. And, I know this book will become a prized possession of mine.

Just an intro from Amazon: "Lewis Carroll wis the pen-name ae Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, a professor o mathematics at Christ Church, Oxford. His weel-kent story came aboot while he wis oan a rowin trip up the watter ae the Thames in Oxford oan 4 July 1862. Dodgson wis accompanit oan this outin bi the Rev. Robinson Duckworth an three young lassies: Alice Liddell, the ten-year-auld daughter ae the Dean ae Christ Church, an Alice's two sisters, Lorina and Edith, who wir thirteen an eight. As ye kin tell fae the poem at the stairt, the three lassies begged Dodgson fir a story, an so he went oan tae tell them, wioot a hale loat ae enthusiasm tae begin wi, an early version ae the story that wis tae become "Alice's Adventirs in Wunnerlaun". Acause ae this, there's a fair few refrences tae the five traivellers in the boat hauf-hidden away throo-oot the text ae the book, which wis published eventually in 1865. Glaswegian, the dialect ae Scots spoke mainly in Glesca an the surroondin coonty ae Lanarkshire, differs mainly fae ither Scots dialect in the range an variety ae its influences. Glesca's pairt in the 18th Century transatlantic trade o Great Britain, an its later expansion intae an industrial pooer in its ain right, saw the toon turn intae a meltin pot ae cultural differences. Linguistically, the maist important immigrants bi faur wir the Irish an the Scottish Hielanmen, who settlt in Glesca in their droves. The vowel soonds ae Glaswegian, mebbe its maist significant distinguishing merks, owe much tae the pronunciation ae the city's Irish an Hielan incomers. -- Lewis Carroll was the pen-name of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, a mathematics don in Christ Church, Oxford. "

By the way: The contributor, Lacessit, seems to wish us to know something about syncope, something which may or may not have much to do with this topic. Lacessit spoke about being amused by the manipulation of vowels. Basically, Lacessit is just frustrated because most people realize that his life-long devotion to golfing has proved to be such a sorry waste of time. He cannot bring himself to admit that all of his wasted hours on the links have provided nothing more than an ever increasing golf score. Soon, he will hit 100. And then, he will hit 110. And, so on. Just so that we know: Syncope refers to a literary device that involves the shortening of a word by removing or omitting letters. This usually occurs within the middle of words and can refer to the removal of consonants, vowels, and multiple letters one after another. Being 79, one has nothing great to look forward to on the links. The writs weaken. One's balance becomes less sure. And, in the end... One needs to be carried off the golf course in a body bag, by the caddies. Truly, it's such a sad thing to witness somebody who has nothing else in life, other than to go from hole One, to hole 18, and then back to hole One. And then, do it all over again, day after day, in the sweltering sun. If you think that manipulation of vowels might be comical, then just witness somebody, hitting his eighth decade, try to hit a ball straight. So sad, really. Such a sad end, truly. Why is this so sad? Because, one's golf score just creeps up, year by year. One will never, again, hit par. Birdies become almost impossible. And Eagles are non-existent. Because, on a par 5, guys of 79 just no longer have the required power. Better call Saul, maybe. Because, without some "boost", Hitting par will always be a distant dream. Sometimes, guys just gotta wake up and get real. Or, like some, old golfers who never say die, Old golphers just fade away. FADE AWAY.

Unzed is a place, one assumes? If so, then why not use upper-case U? Besides, this topic, as is plain to see, is mostly about remembrances and nostalgia concerning HK, and also about dialects which we hope will not continue to be evened out. Maybe you have some opinions about the loss of, and the Evening-out of rare dialects. You know, my friend, sometimes I wonder about you. Superficially, you seem intelligent. However, down deep, I question if you are not shallow. You state that the music of JS Bach is joyous. But maybe you just read this in a book, somewhere. Seems to me, you are the type who is never moved by human emotion. Are you positive that you are not tone deaf to qualities which are uniquely human? What I am asking is: Are you sure that you are not a robot? Just a casual observation, and feel free to take this with a grain of salt. I got you pegged, pretty good, baby. I know that you know.

Please do not misunderstand my sympathies about this topic: I have been cryin' my eyes out, since 1997. Absolutely.