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Posted 22 April 2016 at 14:18:21 EDT

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> It would be easy to say that the Soviets discovered the secret of survivable "travel" because they were more ruthless, more willing to sacrifice innocent lives. But there was really no lack of ruthlessness on the part of the CIA. It was really just a matter of approach.
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> Because they culled their men from certain military ranks, they were all of similar ages. The Soviets, however, used prisoners, who had a much wider age range, and so they were able to discover the essential correlation: the younger a person was, the more likely they were to survive "travel," and the longer they would survive after travel.
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> They discovered that people in their early twenties fared better than those in their late twenties. Teenagers fared even better.
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> Imagine a dead cat wearing an old jock strap.
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> At this point there is only one thing which can impel them to save themselves: basic human dignity. The age-old desire to not spend one's days playing Princess Romance Cafe, lying in one's own shit while one's dick rots off. (I would also say that an occasional fleeting desire to see the outside world could also prove advantageous, but for the sort of people I'm talking about here, this is simply not a factor.)
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Suicide

Suicide is an occasional theme in the series. Alice, a central character in Alice's Narrative and The Cat's Narrative, appears to suffer from bipolar disorder and struggles with suicidal thoughts when confronted with emotionally challenging events, such as Angelica's departure.

A 28-year-old woman described in The Reinhardt Corporation Narrative, Post 35, who has spent most of her life in the Feed Realm but risks being cut off from it, considers Cortical Suicide (presumably a form of suicide available in the Feed Realm) but decides against it.
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> In Vietnam, the U.S. government tried to pacify the country village by village using the Strategic Hamlet Program, basically creating villages where there was no or little Viet Cong influence.
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The Male Arthropod

The Arthropod's Narrative suggests a possible romantic relationship between the Male Arthropod and Mara, who is referred to using female pronouns. However, the Male Arthropod's gender - or if it has a gender - has not actually so far been made clear. It is referred to here as the Male Arthropod to distinguish it from Mara, who is apparently female.
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> When I was little, they took mommy away and put me with a new mommy in a smelly dark house.
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> Mother has put a nail in my brain. The nail stays still. Everything else moves.
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> You cannot quite understand the power of addiction until you have seen it firsthand. Until you have seen it eat like an acid through everything you are. It is astounding to watch. Its slow and total corrosion of your entire life is mesmerizing. As you watch it, you keep thinking, "At some point, the corrosion will stop. There is no way it will be able to eat through this next thing. This next thing is too important to me." But then it does. It eats through everything. And you realize you are dealing with a vast and inhuman power.
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Geostenbergia

***Geosternbergia*** is an extinct pteranodontid reptile from the Late Cretaceous geological period of North America. It was one of the largestpterosaur genera and had a wingspan of up to 7.25 metres (23.8 ft).

## **Description**

*Geosternbergia* was among the largest pterosaurs, with the wingspan of most adults ranging between 3 and 6 meters (9.8–19.6 ft). While most specimens are found crushed, enough fossils exist to put together a detailed description of the animal. *Geosternbergia* is distinguished from*Pteranodon* mainly by its upright-crest. The lower jaw of *G. sternbergi* was 1.25 meters (4 ft) long.

The most distinctive characteristic of *Geosternbergia* is its cranial crest. These crests consisted of skull bones (frontals) projecting upward and backward from the skull. The size and shape of these crests varied due to a number of factors, including age, gender, and species. Male *G. sternbergi*, the older species of the two described to date, had a larger vertical crest with a broad forward projection, while *G. maysei* had a short, rounded vertical crest and was generally smaller. Females of both species were smaller and bore small, rounded crests. The crests were probably mainly display structures, though they may have had other functions as well.
Udemy (유데미)

유데미는 누구나 선생님이 되고 누구나 학생이 될 수 있는 플랫폼으로, 교육의 소재나 비용 등도 유데미에서 제한하지 않기에 정말 다양한 교육을 체험할 수 있다.

2016년 8월 기준으로 전세계 12,000,000명 이상의 학생들이 20,000명 이상의 선생님이 제작한 40,000개 이상의 코스가 존재하며, 80여개 언어로 제작돼있다.

본 위키는 한국어만 가능한 학생 입장에서의 위키 내용을 작성하도록 하겠다.

## 외적요소

### 장소

인터넷 기반으로 이루어지다 보니 인터넷이 연결 된 곳 모든 곳이 학교다. 컴퓨터 뿐만 아니라 모바일 (안드로이드, 애플 기기 모두 가능)에서도 사용 가능하다.

### 시간

인터넷 기반 학습의 강점인 언제나 수업을 들을 수 있다는 점도 유데미에 그대로 적용된다. 각 수업의 길이는 수업 제작자의 재량이므로 다 다르지만, 보통 전체 수업 영상이 1 ~ 10시간 정도 되고, 강좌는 10 ~ 30분 정도 된다.

### 교육제공자 및 소비자

보통 대부분의 교육기관이 교육제공자가 한정된 반면, 유데미의 경우에는 누구나 교육제공자가 될 수 있다. 마찬가지로 누구나 교육소비자 (학생)이 될 수 있다.

### 비용

비용은 수업을 제작하는 사람이 재량으로 정하기에 수업마다 다르다. 무료 강의도 있고 80달러가 넘어가는 강좌도 있다. 유데미가 강의 홍보를 도울 경우에는 유데미가 돈을 가져가지만, 모든 돈은 강의 제공자에게 가는 원칙이 있기에 가격이 비교적 높지 않을 것으로 예상된다.

## 교육소재

교육 소재는 정말 다양하다. 누구나 강좌를 만들 수 있기 때문이다. 아쉽게도 한국어 강좌는 별로 되지 않으며, 어떤 강좌가 있는지 이쁘게 정리된 것도 없다. 2016년 8월 17일 기준으로 쉽게 찾을 수 있는 한국어 강좌는 다음과 같다. (모든 한국어 강좌는 아니며, 전체 몇개가 있는지 파악할 수 없다)

 jquerymobile로 업무용 image 검색페이지 만들기
 쉽게 배우는 스위프트 기본 문법
 게이미피케이션 입문자 과정
 누구나 쉽게! 워드프레스 웹사이트 만들기

한국어로는 아직 강의 컨텐츠가 풍부하지는 않지만, 유데미 그 자체는 2016년 8월 기준으로 전세계 12,000,000명 이상의 학생들이 20,000명 이상의 선생님이 제작한 40,000개 이상의 코스가 존재하며, 80여개 언어로 제작돼있다. 교육 소재는 개발, 비즈니스, IT 및 소프트웨어, 사무 생산성, 자기 계발, 디자인, 마케팅, 라이프스타일, 사진, 건강 및 피트니스, 교사 연수, 음악, 학술, 언어, 시험 준비 등으로 나뉘어 있다.

## 교육양상

### 교육의 시작

우선 유데미에 회원가입을 해야한다. 구글이나 페이스북 계정으로도 로그인 가능하다. 듣고 싶은 강의를 듣고 싶다고 신청하면 수업을 들을 수 있다.

### 교육의 전개

비교적 짧은 단위로 나뉘어진 강좌들을 자신이 원하는 시간에 들으면 된다. 궁금한 것은 질의응답이 가능해 쌍방향 소통을 할 수 있다. 강의는 선생님의 영상이나 PPT등이 다양하게 활용되어 이루어져있다.
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Sauroposeidon

***Sauroposeidon*** (meaning "earthquake god lizard", after the Greek god Poseidon) is agenus of sauropod dinosaur known from several incomplete specimens including a bone bed and fossilized trackways that have been found in the American states of Oklahoma, Wyoming, and Texas. The fossils were found in rocks dating from near the end of the Early Cretaceous (Aptian-early Albian), a time when sauropod diversity in North America had greatly diminished. It was the last known North American sauropod prior to an absence of the group on the continent of roughly 40 million years that ended with the appearance of *Alamosaurus* during the Maastrichtian.

## **Description**

Paleoecological analysis indicates that *Sauroposeidon* lived on the shores of the Gulf of Mexico, in a river delta. Extrapolations based on the more completely known *Brachiosaurus* indicate that the head of *Sauroposeidon* could reach 18 m (59 ft) in height with its neck extended, which would make it the tallest known dinosaur. With an estimated length of up to 34 m (112 ft) and a mass of 50–60 t (55–66 short tons), it also ranks among the longest and heaviest. However, this animal may not be as closely related to *Brachiosaurus* as previously thought, so these estimates may be inaccurate.

While initially described as a brachiosaurid closely related to *Brachiosaurus* and *Giraffatitan*, the discovery of additional remains in theCloverly Formation of Wyoming suggested that it was in fact more closely related to the titanosaurs, in the group Somphospondyli. Analysis of these remains and comparison with others from Texas supported this conclusion, and demonstrated that the more completely known sauropods from the Twin Mountains Formation (including a partial skull and fossil trackways) previously named ***Paluxysaurus jonesi*** also belonged to *Sauroposeidon*.

Estimates of *Sauroposeidon'*s size are based on a comparison between the four *Sauroposeidon* vertebrae and the vertebrae of the HM SII specimen of *Giraffatitan brancai*, located in the Humboldt Museum in Berlin. The HM SII is the most complete brachiosaur known, though since it is composed of pieces from different individuals its proportions may not be totally accurate. Comparisons to the other relatives of*Sauroposeidon* are difficult due to limited remains. The neck length of *Sauroposeidon* is estimated at 11.25–12 m (37–39 ft), compared to a neck length of 9 m (30 ft) for the HM SII *Giraffatitan*. This is based on the assumption that the rest of the neck has the same proportions as *Giraffatitan*, which is a reasonably good conjecture.

*Sauroposeidon* was probably able to raise its head 17–18 m (56–59 ft) above the ground, which is as high as a six-story building. In comparison, *Giraffatitan* could probably raise its head 13.5 m (44 ft) into the air.

*Sauroposeidon's* shoulder height has been estimated at 6–7 m (20–23 ft) based on an interpretation of the animal as a brachiosaurid. Estimates of its total possible length have ranged from 28 m (92 ft) to 34 m (112 ft).
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> Grandmother is my best friend, and she gives me presents. When I meet you, I will give them to you, and we can be best friends the same. Can you keep secrets? Some of the presents are secret. I will keep this letter and your presents safe under my bed until you are here. I will give you the presents and a lot of hugs!
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> I am learning new English every day. Cloister. Do you know what that is? Grandmother use to live there. It is a special house for the mountain-born. Surprise! Ha Ha Ha. Grandmother was a mountain-born surely. She came out of the mountain's womb when she was a little girl. That's why me and mom are very healthy, and I hope you will be very healthy the same. I hope you have curly hair and green eyes, rather plain hair like me.
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건명원

“이 시대를 버리십시오. 저희 세대까지는 열심히 하면 밥 먹었고, 남의 것 베껴서도 밥 먹었습니다. 그러나 30년 후 여러분의 시대는 새로운 사고, 새로운 방식이 아니면 답이 없습니다. 교수님들께 당부 드립니다. 학생들을 이 시대의 반역자로 키우십시오. 이 시대를 거역해야 다음 시대의 중심에 설 수 있기 때문입니다.”

‘세상에 없던 학교’로 불리는 건명원(建明苑)을 설립한 오정택 이사장의 말이다. 이러한 건학이념을 토대로 유수 대학에서 학생들을 가르치는 교수들과 함께 '시대의 반역자'들을 길러내는 학교가 바로 건명원이다.

## 외적 요소

### 시간

기수당 매년 3월~12월, 총 10개월 간 프로그램이 진행되며 수업은 수요일 저녁과 토요일 오전에 진행된다. 단, 한 달에 한 번 실시하는 걷기 명상 수업은 토요일 종일 소요된다.

### 교육 제공자 및 소비자

오정택 이사장은 40년 가까이 단추 제조 한 우물을 파서 성공한 ㈜두양문화재단 이사장이다. 독서광으로 소문난 그는 우리나라가 이대로 가다가는 선진국 진입에 실패하고, 오히려 후퇴할 가능성이 있다는 걸 뼈저리게 느꼈다. 그가 찾은 답은 ‘교육’이었다. 그는 평생 땀 흘려 모은 사재 100억원을 ‘새 시대를 여는 인재 양성’을 위해 쾌척했다. ‘21세기 융복합 인재 양성소’로 표방한 이곳의 최강 무기는 스타 교수진이다. 최진석(서강대 철학)·배철현(서울대 종교학)·김개천(국민대 공간디자인학)·김대식(카이스트 전자전기공학)·김성도(고려대 언어학)·주경철(서울대 서양사학)·정하웅(카이스트 물리학)·서동욱(서강대 철학) 교수. 수업은 매주 수요일 저녁 4시간 동안 진행되는데, 교수의 강의가 끝나면 피 튀기는 토론이 이어진다. 때론 건명원 소속 다른 교수가 청강도 한다.

1기 건명원 정원은 30명. 원생이 되기 위한 자격요건은 별도로 없다. 19~29세 지구인이면 누구나 지원 가능하다. 2기 건명원은 더 개방적이다. 2016년 1월 22일부터 2월 4일까지 모집하는 2기생의 자격요건은 ‘만 19~35세의 사람’이면 된다. 학력, 소속 등 기재란도 없다.

### 비용

수업료는 무료다. 대신 고강도의 공부량이 요구된다. 1기 정원 30명 중 최종 수료생은 11명에 불과하다. 이들에게는 해외여행 경비 500만원이 지급됐다.

## 교육소재

건명원 강의들은 크게 인문 분야와 과학 분야, 예술 분야로 분류된다.  첫째 주와 셋째 주에는 인문학, 과학, 예술분야 강의와 토의가 이루어진다. 둘째 주와 넷째 주에는 최진석 교수가 진행하는 중국 고전어와 노자의 <도덕경> 강독과 암송, 배철현 교수의 라틴어와 키케로 <국가론> 강독과 암송 프로그램이 진행된다. 자세한 강의 목록은 건명원 홈페이지의 프로그램 메뉴(http://www.gunmyung.or.kr/sub/program/)에서 확인할 수 있다. 또한 1기 프로그램의 전 강의는 KBS '생각의 집'에 방영되어 http://www.gunmyung.or.kr/sub/bbs\_movie\_list.php에서 방영분을 시청할 수 있다.

### 기대효과

건명원에서 젊은 피들은 불안과 갈등을 해소시키려 하기보다는, 오히려 그것들을 품어버리는 적극적인 태도를 갖는다. 그것들을 품고 자신의 주체적 삶을 도모하는 과정에서 나오는 강렬한 빛으로 우리 사회를 창의적 기풍으로 채울 것이다. 결국 우리는 거침없이 내 달리는 기상으로 무장하여 조국의 거대한 웅비를 실현한다.

## 교육양상

### 교육의 시작

건명원 프로그램을 수강하고자 하는 사람은 년 초(1월~2월)에 홈페이지를 통한 온라인 지원을 하게 된다. 2기의 경우

① 지금까지 어떤 꿈을 가지고 어떻게 살아왔는지 자신의 삶을 분석 평가하시오.(그림이나 사진 등의 첨부도 가능)

② 대한민국이 한 단계 더 도약하기 위해서는 무엇을 어떻게 해야 합니까? 본인은 어떤 역할을 어떻게 하려 합니까?

에 대한 답변을 서술한 지원서를 제출하고, 심사를 거쳐 3월에 선발 공고가 발표된다. 약 30~40명 내외가 선발된다.

### 교육의 전개

3월부터 12월 약 10개월 간 건명원 학생들은 첫째 주와 셋째 주에 인문학, 과학, 예술분야 강의와 토의 수업을 수강한다. 둘째 주와 넷째 주에는 최진석 교수가 진행하는 중국 고전어와 노자의 <도덕경> 강독과 암송, 배철현 교수의 라틴어와 키케로 <국가론> 강독과 암송 프로그램을 수강한다. 2기 학생들은 기본 수업과 별개로 토요일에는 걷기 명상을 한다. 지식을 육화(肉化)하는 프로그램이다. 걷기 명상 장소는 그때그때 달라진다.

### 교육의 종결

10개월 간 건명원에서 퇴출당하지 않고 프로그램을 수강하면 졸업을 하게 된다. 수강 과정 중에도 성실성을 토대로 건명원 상임 이사회에서 매우 엄격하게 학생들을 걸러낸다. 1기의 경우 최초 30명 중 단 11명만 졸업하였다.

1. ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 http://weekly.chosun.com/client/news/viw.asp?nNewsNumb=002393100001&ctcd=C01
2. ↑ 2.0 2.1 2.2 http://www.gunmyung.or.kr/

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Dimetrodon

***Dimetrodon*** (meaning "two measures of teeth") is an extinct genus of synapsid that lived during the Early Permian Period, around 295–272 million years ago. It is a member of the family Sphenacodontidae. The most prominent feature of ***Dimetrodon*** is the large sail on its back formed by elongated spines extending from the vertebrae. It walked on four legs and had a tall, curved skull with large teeth of different sizes set along the jaws. Most fossils have been found in the southwestern United States, the majority coming from a geological deposit called the Red Beds in Texas and Oklahoma. More recently, fossils have been found in Germany. Over a dozen species have been named since the genus was first described in 1878

## **Description**

***Dimetrodon*** was a quadrupedal, sail-backed synapsid. Most ***Dimetrodon*** species ranged in length from 1.7 to 4.6 metres (5.6 to 15.1 ft) and are estimated to have weighed between 28 and 250 kilograms (62 and 551 lb). The largest known species of ***Dimetrodon*** is *D. angelensis* at 4.6 metres (15 ft) and the smallest is *D. teutonis* at 60 centimetres (24 in). The larger species of ***Dimetrodon*** were among the largest predators of the Early Permian, although the closely related *Tappenosaurus*, known from skeletal fragments in slightly younger rocks, may have been even larger at an estimated 18 feet (5.5 m) in total body length.
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Tyrannosaurus Rex

## Tyrannosaurus

***Tyrannosaurus*** ( meaning "tyrant lizard", from the Ancient Greek *tyrannos* , "tyrant", and *sauros* , "lizard"]) is a genus of theropod dinosaur. The species ***Tyrannosaurus rex*** (*rex* meaning "king" in Latin), is one of the most well-represented of the large theropods.

***Tyrannosaurus*** lived throughout what is now western North America, on what was then an island continent known as Laramidia. ***Tyrannosaurus*** had a much wider range than other tyrannosaurids. Fossils are found in a variety of rock formations dating to the Maastrichtian age of the upper Cretaceous Period, 68 to 66 million years ago. It was the last known member of the tyrannosaurids, and among the last non-avian dinosaurs to exist before the Cretaceous–Paleogene extinction event.

## **Description**

The neck of ***Tyrannosaurus** rex* formed a natural S-shaped curve like that of other theropods, but was short and muscular to support the massive head. The forelimbs had only two clawed fingers, along with an additional small metacarpal representing the remnant of a third digit. In contrast the hind limbs were among the longest in proportion to body size of any theropod. The tail was heavy and long, sometimes containing over forty vertebrae, in order to balance the massive head and torso. To compensate for the immense bulk of the animal, many bones throughout the skeleton were hollow, reducing its weight without significant loss of strength.

The largest known ***Tyrannosaurus** rex* skulls measure up to 1.45 meters (4.8 ft) in length. Large Fenestrae (openings) in the skull reduced weight and provided areas for muscle attachment, as in all carnivorous theropods. But in other respects ***Tyrannosaurus***'s skull was significantly different from those of large non-tyrannosaurid theropods. It was extremely wide at the rear but had a narrow snout, allowing unusually good binocular vision. The skull bones were massive and the nasals and some other bones were fused, preventing movement between them; but many were pneumatized (contained a "honeycomb" of tiny air spaces) which may have made the bones more flexible as well as lighter. These and other skull-strengthening features are part of the tyrannosaurid trend towards an increasingly powerful bite, which easily surpassed that of all non-tyrannosaurids. The tip of the upper jaw was U-shaped (most non-tyrannosaurid carnivores had V-shaped upper jaws), which increased the amount of tissue and bone a tyrannosaur could rip out with one bite, although it also increased the stresses on the front teeth

## **Known Tyrannosaurs Species**

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Receptivity

Receptivity is a state of mind induced by the consumption of LSD, propofol, and possibly through other substances such as ergot. Being receptive allows "high-energy rays" to enter the brain, transforming its structure and allowing the receptive individual to independently develop flesh interface technology.
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Posted 30 April 2016 at 04:04:24 EDT

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> After the orbital arrays incinerated the city, they dropped our platoon in to take a look around.
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> We had seen it before. An endless graveyard. Everything ashes. Ash buildings. Ash people
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> For six days, we trudged through the dead city before finding the first sign of life.
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> On the edge of the blast zone, before frozen winter fields, a small flowering bush.
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> Perhaps the heat of the bombardment had tricked it into blooming early.
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> We all looked at it for a silent moment and quickly moved on.
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> We were young and tired and just miles from the rendezvous.
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> Yet sometimes at night that silent moment returns.
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> And I see them fluttering again.
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> In the cold uncaring wind.
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> Doomed flowers.
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> Soft and pale.
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53rd Post

Posted 14 May 2016 at 02:56:55 EDT

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> "Love and tolerance of others is our code." - Page 84, Giant Crock of Shit.
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> It's not often you meet a black Jew. It's even less often that you meet a black Jew who believes in Jesus. And it's that much rarer to meet an anti-Semitic black Jew who believes in Jesus. That's gotta win you some kind of fucking prize. That's like a unicorn throwing a no-hitter. And to be roommates with an anti-Semitic black Jew who believes in Jesus? What a treat! What an absolute delight. Don't you love it when a disagreement over laundry turns into a 30-minute fact-free lecture about the end of days, FEMA camps and the mark of the beast? lol. Just anti-Semitic black Jew for Jesus things.
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> I don't think I'm going to make it living in this sober house. I can't live with this nutcase. The house manager says I'm supposed to be open-minded and tolerant. Should I be tolerant of some of the most odious and insane anti-Semitism I've ever encountered outside of a nazi rally? I don't know. I'll concede that it is possible that he could become a cool guy, if he only stopped believing in everything he believes in and believed in entirely different things. That would be a good first step.
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> The real problem is that I hate AA. I fucking hate it. It has the same old bullshit magical beliefs as any cult, but they pretend to be open-minded. It's just a bait-and-switch to convert you to believing in God. The entire program is nothing but "Let god make you sober." That's it. That's the entire program.
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> Yeah, they try to distract you with all this pseudo-systemization: 12 steps and 12 traditions and triangles and diagrams and slogans and little self-help exercises, but that's all just a bunch of numbers and jargon to hide the essential emptiness of the program, to hide the fact that it is centered on a god that doesn't exist.
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> The idea that this is the go-to program for helping alcoholics is fucking appalling. It's a fucking crime. It's like getting cancer and going to the best hospital in the country and the doctor hands you a voodoo doll and tells you to sacrifice a chicken. You'd sue him for malpractice. They should be fucking ashamed of themselves. To prey on people in such a vulnerable state, pretend that they're going to help them and then try to convert them to their stupid fucking magical beliefs. It's a crime.
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> I mean, everybody thinks the True Jew Hebrew guy is nuts, but it's not like their philosophy is any less bullshit. At least he is upfront about being religious. And he sure as hell isn't trying to convert me. He told me that white people are the children of Esau. We're gentiles, but we can still get into heaven if we aid the children of Israel. I let him borrow the charger to my laptop. So I guess I'm covered.
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Carnotaurus

***Carnotaurus*** /ˌkɑːrnoʊˈtɔːrəs/ is a genus of large theropod dinosaur that lived in South America during the Late Cretaceous period, between about 72 and 69.9 million years ago. The only species is ***Carnotaurus sastrei***. Known from a single well-preserved skeleton, it is one of the best-understood theropods from the Southern Hemisphere. The skeleton, found in 1984, was uncovered in the Chubut Province of Argentina from rocks of the La Colonia Formation. Derived from the Latin *carno [carnis]* ("flesh") and *taurus* ("bull"), the name ***Carnotaurus*** means "meat-eating bull", alluding to its bull-like horns. ***Carnotaurus*** is a derived member of the *Abelisauridae*, a group of large theropods that occupied the large predatorial niche in the southern Landmasses of Gondwana during the late Cretaceous. The phylogenetic relations of ***Carnotaurus*** are uncertain; it may have been closer to either ***Majungasaurus*** or ***Aucasaurus*.**

## **Description**

*Carnotaurus* was a lightly built, bipedal predator, measuring 8 to 9 m (26 to 30 ft) in length and weighing at least 1.35 metric tons (1.33 long tons; 1.49 short tons). As a theropod, *Carnotaurus* was highly specialized and distinctive. It had thick horns above the eyes, a feature unseen in all other carnivorous dinosaurs, and a very deep skull sitting on a muscular neck. *Carnotaurus* was further characterized by small, vestigial forelimbs and long and slender hindlimbs. The skeleton is preserved with extensive skin impressions, showing a mosaic of small, non-overlapping scales measuring approximately 5 mm in diameter. The mosaic was interrupted by large bumps that lined the sides of the animal, and there are no hints of feathers.

The distinctive horns and the muscular neck may have been used in fighting conspecifics. According to separate studies, rivaling individuals may have combated each other with quick head blows, by slow pushes with the upper sides of their skulls, or by ramming each other head-on, using their horns as shock absorbers. The feeding habits of *Carnotaurus* remain unclear: some studies suggest the animal was able to hunt down very large prey such as sauropods, while other studies find it preyed mainly on relatively small animals. *Carnotaurus* was well adapted for running and was possibly one of the fastest large theropods.
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> We look at Elizabeth Bathory as an example of pre-LSD "enlightenment" i.e. somebody seeming to attempt to build a flesh interface before the invention of LSD.
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> Perhaps she ingested some ergot or some other naturally occurring psychotropic chemical. Or perhaps her mind was simply attuned to whatever intellectual processes need to occur to invent a flesh interface.
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> The Book of Revelations is also considered to be a description of a flesh interface; especially the description of New Jerusalem.
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> My problem with this is that it is all speculative. It's like when modern psychologists diagnose historical figures.
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> I'm uncomfortable with this level of speculation.
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> I will always regard the first instance of a flesh interface to have occurred in Triblenka, 1944. The geologic disturbances, partial tunnels, so-called interdimensionality, and wealth of clearly segmented bodies leave no doubt of its existence. The Soviets have documented this.
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The Prophetic Narrative

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Posted 8 May 2016 at 00:15:23 EDT

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> Imagine Mother Babylon. Mother Rome. Mother America.
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> The world enslaved. Flesh networks spanning the globe. The blood of humanity moving through veins thousands of miles long, cavernous curving tubes as big as super highways. Biological superstructures. Bones the size of the Golden Gate Bridge. Living engineering. Hearts as big as mountains, pumping with tectonic force, chained in relays, moving blood across continents. Exotic neurochemical pestilence flowing from monstrous glandular ridges. Flesh encased nightmares. Farms of non-human tongues babbling blasphemous gibberish. A vast sea bed dotted with lonely eyes.
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> This is the great Queendom of Babylon. A great blood-drunk whore wearing the Crown of the Atom, as all around her fleshly carapace float orbital platforms of nuclear death.
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> Scattered in the stars beyond, the seeds of Israel weep to gaze upon their new mother: The Undying Queen of Blood and Corruption.
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