Jerry Hand started as a tiny type specimen scrap. Loose. Wobbly. Full of rhythm. It grew into a character. Then it needed a straight man. So I built Jerry Book. Together they’re not a family. They’re a rough but usable system. Hand for the shout. Book for the structure.

Sometimes the internet is worth it

This is hilarious 🤣💀

man I just want gas the fuck does this mean

Trying to avoid eye contact with my wife this Saturday morning as she has a big exclamation point quest giver mark over her head

I want to introduce you to Steve. He’s 83. His wife died a few months ago and he comes to this lodge in Spring Mill, Indiana and draws. He taught art in Terre Haute, IN his whole life. He also did courtroom sketches in court cases. In the comments I’ll share some pics from his sketchbook. He was excited when I said I was going to share his sketches with the world.

I can't believe what what happened yesterday!

OK... take my money

Chinese He-Man has better production value than the Hollywood film: 😂

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen. I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify. In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather. "Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully. "Honey, that's what it looks like." The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it." I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it. I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South. It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent. "Well?" the waitress asked. "I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed." "Everybody does, hon." Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it. Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating. I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden. It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

Absolute banger

Mulan for Americans

USA. There is a white sauce here that the people pour upon everything, with the devotion of a sacred rite. I have become a believer. I noticed it slowly. A bowl of it beside the vegetables. A cup of it beside the bread. Beside the meat. Beside the other sauce. Children dipped fruit in it. A grown man beside me poured it onto a slice of pizza that already had a sauce of its own, closed his eyes, and sighed like a man coming home. I asked its name. They told me with a small reverence: ranch. For it is written that every great people anoints its food with one sacred thing — a drop of gold pressed from olives, a paste of beans aged in cedar. This nation has chosen a cool white elixir, and it anoints not one dish but all dishes, holding nothing back. For to leave a single food unblessed would be the deeper impiety. So I anointed. Everything. The vegetable, yes. But also the rice. The egg. The morning fish. I would not be the one barbarian who left his plate unblessed while a whole nation dipped in joy around me. And here my heart rose, and I declared the thing a calmer man would not: "I will pour this holy elixir upon every food beneath the heavens — the noble and the humble, the savory and the sweet — until I find the one dish it cannot improve. And on that day I will know I have reached the very edge of the world, for everything within it has been made better by ranch." The teenager refilling the dip station watched me anoint a bowl of rice. "...that's a lot of ranch, my guy." "It is the correct amount," I told him, "for a god." I have not yet found the dish it cannot improve. I have stopped looking. So I brought a great vat of it to the next gathering and set it at the center of the table, and the whole room descended upon it with cries of joy, and a woman I had never met looked at me and said, "okay — YOU get it." I have never felt more accepted. So tell me, America. You call it ranch. A condiment. A thing on the side. I call it the one sauce a whole nation agreed to love together — and I dip, with all of you, gladly.

I'll admit that if I were going to be a furry, I could ALMOST see this one. I've just never understood why more people wouldn't go more Rick Baker than mascot.

Trying to crash for the night and realizing just how true what @pmarca mentioned on Rogan was about the late-night vampires. Too much interesting work to be done.

I was unfamiliar with Plowden's work, but MAN, what an eye.

David Deutsch Glitched Reality on Live TV... and a Parallel Reality Appeared There are infinite number of parallel realities that carry within them, infinite possibilities each with their own unique potential and outcome.

Second for second, @tylercowen packs more substance into a talk than anyone I'm aware of. This is a clear, non-hysterical, and somewhat soothing discussion of our AI future.

I hadn't seen this edit before and it's making me cry laugh

Single Crystal CVD Diamond Have no doubt, you are at the dawn of an industrial revolution. There is a string of breakthroughs happening throughout upstream industries that all compound. Diamond manufacturing is now able to produce CPU size single crystals wafers. Currently these are marketed as heat spreaders because they have thermal conductivity of 2,200 W/mK which means they move heat incredibly effectively. However, that somewhat misses the wood for the trees… Diamond has physical and electrical properties that exceed traditional silicon, making it uniquely suited for high demand applications. Thermal Conductivity: Heat is the enemy of electronics. Diamond conducts heat better than almost any other known material, about 5 times better than copper and over 10 times better than silicon. A diamond chip can act as its own heat sink. Ultra Wide Bandgap: Diamond can handle massive amounts of voltage and operate at incredibly high temperatures without electrical breakdown. This makes it perfect for high power applications like electric vehicle inverters, power grids, and aerospace technologies. High Frequencies: Electrons move very quickly through diamond, allowing chips to operate at much higher frequencies, which is ideal for advanced telecommunications and radar. Radiation Hardness: Diamond is incredibly resilient to radiation, making diamond based chips ideal for satellites, space exploration, and nuclear facilities. To make a material act as a semiconductor, you have to "dope" it. To do this you inject impurities into the crystal lattice to create a positive (p-type) or negative (n-type) charge. Diamond's atomic structure is so tightly packed that forcing other elements into it is hard. While p-type doping (with boron) has been figured out, reliable n-type doping (with phosphorus) remains a massive hurdle. Theoretical ceilings Band gap Silicon wafer = 1.1 eV Diamond CVD wafer = 5.5eV Clock speed Silicon wafer = 5-6 GHz clock wall Diamond CVD wafer = 1-2 THz clock wall Max Running Temp Silicon wafer = 150°C Diamond CVD wafer = 1,000°C Whilst we etch silicon with photolithography and Extreme UV light, this doesn’t really work with chemically inert diamond. Diamond CVD is currently etched with oxygen plasma etching, but this lacks the precision of EUV. However, we can etch diamond to extreme precision with electron projection lithography. EPL was invented in the 90s by Bell Labs, IBM and Nikkon but abandoned as it was harder than EUV. Electrons repel each other so the beams blurrs too readily. What if we built a femto electron beam? What if we built it to extreme such that it was a ‘single electron’ pulse? What if we build a microscopic "bed of nails" containing millions of nanoscale tungsten or silicon tips (photocathodes). You shine a massive, highly complex femtosecond laser system across the entire array. Every time the laser pulses, millions of tiny tips each fire a single, perfectly straight electron at the exact same time. Turns out, research teams at likes of MIT and Stanford are currently experimenting with exactly this, laser driven nanotip electron emitters. Pair that tool with Diamond CVD substrate tech and we approach the material limits of both semiconductors and nanotechnology. Would require asynchronous logic to escape fatal clock skew and operate at full capability. But I think I will live to see it.