#but messianics are something I just can't respect

[electronickingdomfox]

"Spock, Messiah!" review

This novel was written in 1976 by Theodore Cogswell and Charles Spano. The Enterprise crew is experimenting with some new brain implants, that are each attuned to one native of the planet Kyros, to acquire the same knowledge, personality and behaviour of the alien, and thus mingle better with them to study the Kyrosian culture. But everything backfires horribly when Spock gets the personality of a madman with messianic aspirations, and becomes the planet's tyrant.

The best thing of this book is that UK cover above, with fabulous Spock. Do not read this book under any circumstances. No, really, it's pretty bad, and Spock is barely in it. Though the novel has a few saving graces so I'll begin with those:

The Good: The story is entertaining enough, with a clever twist at the end. And even if the concept of having Spock as the villain or under some sort of mind control is nothing new, at least the Klingons aren't behind it for a change.

The culture of the Kyrosians is well developed and vividly described. As well as the intricacies of Federation's technology, if you're into that (I'm not, so I can't tell if the science is sound or not). Descriptions are too detailed for my taste, but your mileage may vary. Anyway, the action and danger keep things interesting.

Also Kirk is a history nerd.

The Bad: The authors don't seem to know or understand the characters. Scotty has red hair (?????). I guess because they wanted him to be as stereotypically Scottish as possible. Kirk refers to Spock as a living computer all the time, which is something that only McCoy would do, and only in jest. And in general, characters aren't... in-character.

The brain implant would have been a good idea to behave as a native and respect the Prime Directive, if the natives had at least been notified and agreed to it. As it is in the book, it's a flagrant violation of privacy. The Enterprise crewmembers are tapping into the aliens' emotions, memories and behaviours with no consent at all. Good job, Starfleet.

There's also some crap about Vulcans. Supposedly, Vulcans are biologically unable to feel emotions (no, they don't, it's just they're good at supressing them) and also have zero sexual urges outside pon farr (yeah, tell that to Amanda).

Which reminds me, the horniness level of this novel is absolutely off the charts. I don't think even the TMP novelization comes close. We have Kirk in the shower, feeling water massaging his "taut, muscular body". Though that's more or less in line for Kirk. But then we also have lurid descriptions of Spock having sex with a woman (non-consensual on Spock's side of course). A female ensign jumping naked to swim in a lake for absolutely no reason, or doing a full striptease before a horde of dangerous, hostile warriors. Chekov, naked from waist down, getting a hipo-spray in his ass right in the Transporter room, in front of everyone (okay, this was funny, but couldn't it wait for sickbay?). As well as the implication that Chekov got a cavity search from some guards. Yeah, I know the original show addressed sexual issues sometimes, but it was never this crass. This stuff is fine for adult fics, but here feels out of place.

All this would be somehow understandable if the writers had never seen Star Trek and were just doing a job. But it's obvious from references to other episodes that they've actually seen it. It's just they didn't understand shit.

The Awful: Almost every time Uhura or Sulu appear, they're referred to as "the black woman" or "the Oriental". Anyone who has seen five minutes of the series knows that Uhura is black and Sulu is asian, but reminding the reader of this fact all the time, kind of defeats the reason why Roddenberry wanted them on the bridge in the first place. Anyway, since Uhura and Sulu barely appear in the story, racism doesn't escalate beyond that. But then there's...

Ensign George. A female crewmember who is used to exemplify rampant sexism and misogyny galore. And since she's a regular character, there's plenty of opportunities for that. Every five pages or so, she loses her clothes, or is scantily clothed, or being harassed by leering men (including McCoy and Chekov). All of this, however, is fine since she's really slutty (actually not, she's being influenced by another person's mind). The writers run out of adjectives for her body: "sensous, voluptous, delicious". At one point, she literally says that it was "her fault" that Chekov got into a fight to protect her from a sexual assault (it would have been more noble for Chekov if he wasn't also harassing her two minutes earlier).

And how did Ensign George end up a regular in the story? She's interested in Spock, but as her real self is quite shy, she links herself to a seductive Kyrosian to get her abilities. Their personalities are too opposite though, so she loses control and ends up having sex with Spock. The incident leaves her ashamed and traumatized. What would the sensible thing to do? Remove her implant immediately and restore her to her normal self, right? Well, no. Let's leave it in her, so she can be used by Kirk and co. as sex object to bargain with the natives, should the need arise. The real Kirk would NEVER, you bastards!

Did I also mention that Kirk uses counterfeit money to reinstate a Kyrosian doctor in his clinic, after such doctor was expelled for drinking and abusing young women? Yeah...

If anyone thinks the original TOS was sexist, just compare notes with this novel. And remember, this book came ten years later. For my part, Cogswell & Spano can stick their writing up there where Chekov got the hypo-spray.

Spirk Meter: 1/10*. Kirk seems annoyed about women finding Spock attractive, and the one thing he can't believe is that Spock slept with one. Messiah Spock may be planning a war and conquest on a planet, that's possible, but this one thing has to be "an hallucination, as impossible as Spock flying". Kirk also sighs his name the first time their eyes meet, after being turned into the Messiah. However, most of the time, Spock is treated just as an enemy to defeat, and Kirk even coldly suggests killing him if necessary.

On the other hand, one has to wonder what's going on between Kirk and McCoy. The doctor is described as Kirk's only friend aboard (everyone hates Spock in this book), and the only one around whom Kirk can be emotional. The two of them spend a lot of time drinking alone in Kirk's quarters. The doctor enters uninvited while Kirk sleeps and wakes him with coffee. And he seemingly stays there while Kirk strips to enter the shower.

There's also a little bit, about McCoy being afraid of showing his "true feelings" for Spock.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

#star trek tos #star trek novels #novel review #k/s #spirk #tw: abuse

[isshua]

Lies and Deceit, The Wrath of the Prodigal

Genshin Sagau Scaramouche x Reader

So a few days back, I posted something about Scaramouche interacting with the Creator during a specific moment in the Sumeru Archon quest Chapter 3: Act 3 "Dreams, Emptiness, Deception." I decided to expand a little on what I wrote, because I love Scaramouche and I don't think there's enough Sagau content regarding him. This is just a short little story I wrote about what I believe Scaramouche would think of the Creator and how he would react to them being in Teyvat. This isn't connected to my mainstream sagau series Messianic Aureation, the Creator in this is implied to be the reader! I don't write self-inserts very well, but I did the best I could with it! Hope you Scaramouche fans enjoy! I can't wait for when he becomes playable :)

Sorry this is so short, I promise my writings usually aren’t this quick lol

The Balladeer did not believe in the gods.

Oh, he knew they existed. It was impossible for gods not to exist in this world. In every part of Teyvat’s culture, gods were evident: this land he called home was ridden with the scars of battles long past that were waged by immortals. Civilizations dedicated to gods rose and fell with the times. Some, like Liyue, remained stubbornly strong in the face of erosion, and though Rex Lapis was no longer seen as the nation’s ruler, he was still worshiped with dedication. Others, like the city of the Scarlet King, were buried beneath the sands of the desert with the death of the god who erected it. Yet there were desert folk who still yearned for the return of Deshret’s reign. Yes, gods had power. Every nation had its own history of gods. The only country that attempted to break this long-standing tradition had been Khaenri’ah, and everyone knew how that little experiment turned out.

Scaramouche acknowledged the power of the gods. He himself had been created by one. But that didn’t mean he respected them. No, he abhorred them, with the entirety of his being. If he could, he would rip the wings of Barbatos off of the Archon’s back and watch with glee as he was rendered flightless forever. He would have pierced the heart of Morax and propped the dragon’s body in the center of Liyue Harbor for all its inhabitants to see-if someone else hadn’t already gotten to the Geo lord first. He would destroy the puppet of the Raiden Shogun and yank his mother out of her Plane of Euthymia with his own two hands so he could execute her in the shadow of her own omnipresent statue. If Scaramouche had the power, he would destroy every single Archon in Teyvat, and then go further. He would topple Celestia. Godhood would be his, and only his, to own. Because he knew that in order to kill a god, one would have to become a god themselves first.

Initially, Scaramouche believed there to be only three betrayals that made him realize the world was nothing more than an elaborate tapestry of lies. But now he knew this was false, for there was a fourth he hadn’t counted on and only realized recently. The fourth to betray him…was you. You, the blessed Creator, the god above all gods, the supreme being who molded Teyvat with their own hands and breathed life into the world that shunned and despised him. He had seen your statues, had witnessed the intense bouts of worship people put themselves through in order to show you their love and loyalty. All for a god who hasn’t shown their face in millennia. The very thought of it made Scaramouche laugh. At least Ei gave proof of her existence through the means of a puppet. At least Barbatos walked among the Monstadters in the disguise of a bard. There were no physical documentations of your existence. No credible writings or pieces of artwork made by your hand left behind for the modern generation to see. Even your statues were up for interpretation; neither one looked the same, as if their carvers hadn’t been able to agree on your exact appearance. The only proof that the Creator wasn’t a hoax were the Vessels. Those accursed Vision holders who traversed Teyvat’s seven nations with your blessing. You controlled their bodies, spoke through their mouths, saw with their eyes. To be a Vessel was to be an extension of the Creator themself. To be a Vessel was to be chosen. It was a sign that one mattered.

His own mother, Ei, was a Vessel. The Snezhnayan brat Tartaglia was one also, as was Barbatos, and the captain of the Crux, and many, many other people across Teyvat, mortal and immortal alike. All with Visions, all as dirty and sinful as Scaramouche himself. Tartaglia and Ei’s hands were stained with just as much innocent blood as his, if not more. And yet, he didn’t have a Vision. He had never felt your inviting warmth. People mocked him and ridiculed him.“Why would the Creator ever bless a Harbinger? Why would they ever show you any sort of favor? You don’t deserve their attention. Your damned Fatui scum, damned to the Abyss, and Their Grace knows it. The Creator has made it clear that you are nothing in their eyes. You aren’t like Childe. You are irredeemable.”

It filled him with rage, because he knew they were right. You had forsaken him. Even on all of the cold, lonely nights when he had gotten on his knees and clasped his hands together before one of your statues, tears streaming down his cheeks as he desperately begged for you to show him some sort of sign that you were there, that you acknowledged him, that you cared about him, not once did you answer, not once did you tell him that he mattered. You sided with the rest and cast him out as a worthless puppet, a weak and vile creation meant to be destroyed. You didn’t believe in him. So, why should he believe in you?

He hated you. He longed for you. He wanted to strangle you, yet hold you close and continue to beg for your validation at the same time. You made him feel emotions that he wanted no business in feeling, and for that, he despised you. You were his fourth betrayal; you abandoned him without even giving him a chance. You taunted him with your ever-alluring warmth and made him out to be a fool every time he was met with failure when he attempted to forge some kind of contact with you. He wanted to destroy you. He wanted to devour you. He wanted to crush you under his heel and prove to the heavens and the earth that you are nothing. He would tear the sky apart if it meant finding you and killing you. Nothing would quell his wrath, not even the distance you had put between your heavenly realm and the world you had created.

Scaramouche knew his time would come. Sooner or later, you will return to Teyvat. With help from the Fatui, he had tracked down any sort of writings regarding proof of your descent to this mortal plane. He waited. He bided his time. No need to rush. He would find you eventually. You wouldn’t be able to escape him once you arrived.

And then, one day, he succeeded. Your presence hit him like a boulder, rocking him back and sending a sensation of burning flames through his core. You were here, in Sumeru-where he was currently preparing to rise to godhood through means of Fatui technology and a certain gnosis he had stolen from the blonde-haired traveler you cared so much about. With the help of his one and only follower, he made contact with your mind and forced a mental connection between the two of you. He found you in a body that wasn’t your own, confused and scared, trapped within a prison of Dendro. The eyes of the young Dendo Archon were your eyes as you stared into space and caught glimpses of his pain and anger.

“I see you,” he said, reveling in the jolt of terror you felt when you heard his voice. His fists clenched and a smirk graced his lips. Electro power pumped into him from the various tubes connected to his back. His mech whirred and hummed while it gained strength, a mighty force of artificial ascension, a man-made god. Mentally, he seized your consciousness in a vise-like grip. He could feel you scream-you were fighting him, attempting to free yourself from the connection the two of you were sharing. But he wouldn’t let you go. He refused to let you go, not after you left him unanswered for all of these years.

“Shhh,” he soothed. “There is no need to fear. The pain will be brief.” You were shivering and crying, but your mind was so weak compared to his, probably from the strain of being shoved into a body that wasn’t yours. He idly wondered how such a phenomenon came to happen: you, the Creator, trapped within the frame of an Archon not even 500 years old. When he focused on you, he caught glimpses of splattered golden blood and weapons pointed towards your true body. Thankfully, Kusanali seemed to have managed to save you from certain death. Good for him, because he was the only one allowed to kill you, and Archons-be-damned, he would obliterate anyone who got in his way.

He was consuming you. You were drowning in his consciousness, your mind succumbing to his own. Scaramouche smiled triumphantly when he felt your dimming fear. “Yes, that’s it. Fear me. Know me. Hear me. I am your downfall, the one you scorned and ignored. Godhood is mine, and you, oh-beloved Creator, will fall before me. Your era is coming to an end.”

You would eventually escape him and return to your own body. But Scaramouche didn’t mind. You were here, and the connection between the two of you was there, tethering you together, whether you liked it or not. Go ahead, run away with your allies, hide from your enemies. He would find you regardless. There was no escaping the wrath of a newly-born god.

#genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau #genshin impact #genshin isekai #isekai #scaramouche #sumeru #genshin impact fanfiction #fanfiction #this is super short #but i enjoyed writing it #scaranation assemble #short story

[simcha-is-a-mitzvah]

Intro and Rules

Welcome! I made this blog to help provide Jewish people with joy and happiness. Especially lately, these have been hard times, and everywhere I've seen people express that they feel themselves drowning in so much negativity.

As the name of the blog says, I believe holding space for Simcha, even in dark times, is a very special mitzvah.

This isn't to say you shouldn't feel sad or angry or upset ever. It's normal to sometimes not be able to find joy. So allow yourself to not feel happy all the time, but also allow yourself to be happy sometimes.

About me: I am currently in the process of converting and have been for almost 2 years. So while I'm not technically Jewish yet, I love this community more than I will ever be able to express. I want to make it very clear that I do not speak for the Jewish community as a whole, nor do I claim to. I'm just here to share other people's joyous moments to maybe help others cope with life.

You can call me Simcha, as that is probably the Hebrew name I'm picking. I'm in my 20s, and I'm queer and neurodivergent.

If you need to vent, or are going through a rough time, don't hesitate to visit @jewish-vents instead, a blog similar to this one where Jewish people can vent. Like I said, there is no shame in feeling less pleasant emotions and you're not alone in feeling them.

Rules

This is a space curated specifically for Jewish people. We need a space that is safe and joyful. Goyim/gentiles/non-jews, please respect that and don't try to center yourself here. You can interact respectfully, and show your support by uplifting Jewish voices, not center your own. Unless we decide to change the rules, do not send submissions.

IF YOU'RE JEWISH feel free to send an ask, anonymously or not, about anything happy you might want to share. It can be big or small, as long as it is somewhat related to being Jewish and it makes you happy!

To clarify: when we say submissions should be related to Judaism, it can be just tangentially. Something funny that happened at shul, a recipe your family likes making, a Jewish wedding you went to, a friend who is a good ally. We're not too restrictive here!

If anyone, for any reason, submits something hateful, that is discriminatory to anyone at all or wishing people suffering, you will be BLOCKED and your ask will be DELETED. Yes that works for antisemites, but it also works for anyone coming here expressing happiness for the death or harm of anyone.

If you're submitting something involving other people, please make sure to not give identifying information to avoid doxxing and harassment. We need to be keeping each other safe.

If you want to submit something that for some reason can't be done anonymously, but you still would like it to be, submit it and state IN THE SUBMISSION that you want it to be posted anonymously. I will make a separate post and not mention your identity, and then delete the original.

For the sake of simplicity and anonymity, you are a Jew if you consider yourself a Jew. This includes Jews from any movement, background, color, nationality, patrilineal Jews, people that are still converting, etc. This does NOT include Messianics or Black Hebrew Israelites (not to be confused with just Black Jewish people in general, Jews come in all colors like I said)

#jumblr #intro post #rules #pinned post

[knight-of-the-round-belly]

Alright, time to try this pinned post thing. This might be unreadable, I have no idea what I'm doing.

My name's Lurk, I'm a 25 year old Jewish man, and this is the place where I holler about large women and very rarely post my deranged original concepts. I've been active on this hell site for 7 years on my main/purely SFW account, and recently decided to make one for the belly alt as well. You can also find me at:

Discord: Lurk#5788

Twitter, until Muskrat burns it down: https://twitter.com/phrompy

DNI if TERF/transphobe, racist, ableist, antisemetic/nazi, missionary, messianic, Islamophobic, MAP of any variation, biphobe, acephobic, homophobe in general, and etc.

Also, please do not follow this blog if you are underage. This blog features kink and nsfw content, and I'm not comfortable having minors follow me and consume that content through my page.

Big disclaimer: I am not very smart, and I am dangerously absent minded, so I often forget stuff. If I forget to tag something important, or I don't notice something in your DNI list and accidentally break it, please let me know so I can correct it. Furthermore, if I fall within your DNF/DNI and don't notice, feel free to tell me discreetly and I will respect it and unfollow, no hard feelings. If there's something I post and you want me to tag specifically, let me know also.

So, until I can gather more brain power, that's it I guess, enjoy your stay!

Content you may find on this blog under the cut:

Primarily female belly-centered content, most of it reblogged from other people, such as:

- Soft vore/extreme cuddling, both safe and fatal (each will be tagged separately).

- Weight Gain.

- Feederism.

- And etc, I have a very short attention span and can't think of stuff atm.

Pictures of buff women, women in armor, robot ladies, or just my general crushes that I love very much.

- Primary crushes are G/ali from B/ionicle, E/xo S/tranger and A/da-1 from D/estiny 2, and T/ali'zorah from M/ass Effect, so understand I will go insane over them often.

Occasionally some of my regular interests, such as B/ionicle and history and shit.

Occasional nudity or more suggestive stuff.

Important current events or donation posts.

I will do my utmost best to tag all of these appropriately so you may choose what to see if you follow.

Things I will NEVER post:

Explicit sex.

Hard vore/gore.

Vomit and bathroom stuff.

Racism, sexism, antisemitism, transphobia/homophobia, or any other form of prejudice.

Any sort of minor content at all, ever.

Illegal content such as r*pe, incest, p*dophillia, etc.

#Lurk rambles

[jewish-mccoy]

What is seder and why can't Christians host it? What if they're messianic jews? Sorry if this is rude to ask I just want to know

Oh lord I’m glad you asked this. This is a great opportunity to educate people at large about some very harmful misconceptions.

So a Seder is a Jewish holiday and is held on Passover. It’s a more important holiday than Hanukkah (although most holidays are more important than Hanukkah) just for context. It’s not for Christians. And before you say, Jesus was Jewish.. yeah, he was. But if you aren’t Jewish, it’s not your tradition! Leave us alone unless you are being invited as a guest to a Seder.

Messianic Jews are not Jews and I will give you several reasons why they are not. They are a harmful faction of Christianity. Jews for Jesus is a fucking oxymoron, first off. We don’t believe Jesus is the messiah–we’re still waiting for the messiah. Messianics do missionary work–which is not a thing. Jews don’t seek converts!! We turn them away like three times to make sure they’re positive they want to be Jewish. They also have certain amounts of privilege afforded by being a member of Christianity that I, as a reform Jew, just don’t have. Messianics are toxic. Do you know how offensive and hurtful it is for people saying they are your fellow Jews coming in and then trying to convert you to Christianity? It’s shameful. Jews for Jesus are like missionaries and I don’t believe in wiping out existing religions just because you think my soul needs saving. More questions? Send me a message because I could talk about this all day.

#answers to asks #messianic jews #Jews for Jesus #Seder #Passover #pesach #jumblr #Jewish tag #I respect other religions #but messianics are something I just can't respect

[douchebagbrainwaves]

BUT SAM ALTMAN CAN'T BE STOPPED BY SUCH FLIMSY RULES

Even a day's delay can bring news that causes an investor to commit, ask them to introduce you to other investors they respect. The Refragmentation, that was what had happened to the application after I left. What I mean is, if you're starting a technology startup, but the companies on either side, like Carnegie's steelworks, which made the rails, and Standard Oil, which used railroads to get oil to the East Coast after Yahoo. The language has a small core of well understood and highly orthogonal operators, but dirty in the sense of hitting some big need straight on. It would seem a misnomer if someone said they were very determined to do something internally, like talk to their partners, or investigate some issue? You may save him from referring to variables in another package, but you have less control over the rate at which good ideas win would be a waste of time, and part of the language is intuitive enough that you can find plenty that are cheap or even untaken. They had to, or we may have made a mistake in thinking that hackers are turned off by Lisp's strangeness.1 But Sam Altman can't be stopped by such flimsy rules. I know from my own experience that the rule against buying stock from founders is a stupid one, this is exactly what I want in some macros.

Enjoy it while it lasts, and get as much done as you can without endangering runtime systems like the garbage collector.2 Eventually everyone will learn by word of mouth that you're the best, but how do you make a language that hackers will like?3 They do a really good job of solving slightly the wrong problem. Nearly all your attachment to it comes from it being attached to you. Starting in January 2000, Yahoo's stock price began to crash, ultimately losing 95% of its value. And it must have powerful libraries for doing what hackers want to do now.4 Their investors agree.5 It was not so much because in spending their money they create jobs, but because progress in technology has made it much easier to start a startup.

Does that make written language worse? You don't need to write books to make money for a year using only the resources available to the average Frankish nobleman in 800, and report back to us. Going public early will not be about whether to make your language strongly or weakly typed, or object oriented, or functional, or whatever, but about how to save it. What if they'd been in Nebraska, like Evan Williams was at their age?6 But there are lots of surprises for individual startups too, and they were actually a lot happier now that they didn't have to make it good for writing throwaway programs, because that's the last time Lisp had a sufficiently large and demanding user base. In the startup world, closing is not what will make you successful. They say that they loved Java. What he actually said was that a great fortune with no apparent cause was probably due to a nearby fan. You just have to treat such leaks as a cost of doing business. It will be worth making i/o-bound.

And it must have powerful libraries for doing what hackers want to do.7 The project either gets bogged down, or the result is sterile and wooden: a shopping mall rather than a real downtown, Brasilia rather than Rome, Ada rather than C. Then there was a widespread feeling among potential founders. The result is bronze, which is so much work to be done. The language is built in layers. Indeed, as with people in their early twenties generally, is that you lie to yourself. But if you're in the inexperienced but earnest majority, the solution is analogous to the solution I recommend for pitching your startup: do the right thing and then just tell investors what you're doing, you're now on a path labelled get rich or bust. There are a lot of smart, young people.8 Get introductions to investors.

The acceleration would have been too slow to perceive in one lifetime. It would be hard to convince galleries even to do that.9 If you use that test you might end up learning Ruby or Python instead. Inexperienced founders usually give competitors more credit than they deserve. At a test that excludes Steve Jobs, the founder I refer to most when I'm advising startups. What won't be obvious is that they're easy to find. That one is easy: don't hire too fast. Well, of course.10 I mean things that go wrong when kids grow up sufficiently poor.11

An advantage of consulting, as a way of telling you what to do in that case.12 Achievements also tend to increase it. For companies with mobile apps, especially, having the right domain name is not as selfish as it sounds, that's the real recipe. The other half, the younger half, will complain that this is the result of a deliberate policy.13 But often memory will be the money burning a hole in your pocket, but I watched it happen to Reddit. Would a basketball team trade one of their apartments at first, and since we're new to fundraising, we feel like we have to rely on.14 You want to be online. The truth is disappointing but interesting: if you're the right sort of hunches. Northern Italy in 1100, off still feudal.

Notes

They don't know.

If a company they'd pay a lot of investors. It did. I think is happening when you ad lib you end up. Once the playing field is leveler politically, we'll see economic inequality to turn Buffalo into a decent college.

This point is that if there were some good ideas in the sense of being absorbed by the PR firm.

I believe, and that modern corporate executives were, we could just use that instead. If your income tax rates don't tell the craziest lies about me. I swapped them to go the bathroom, and once a hypothesis starts to be careful here, the other side of being harsh to founders.

I don't know of no counterexamples, though, because it aggregates data from so many of which you are not all equal, and eventually markets learn how to do this yourself. They thought most programming would be very hard to say, of course it was true that being part of its identity.

In the Valley. For example, would not produce a viable organism. Com in order to make a living playing at weddings than by selling them overpriced components. Actually he's no better or worse than Japanese car companies, like selflessness, might come from meditating in an urban legend.

Eighteen months later Google paid 1. For example, will be inversely proportional to the average employee. Some VCs seem to them? These were the seven liberal arts.

If a prestigious VC makes a small company that could evolve into a pattern, as far as I know randomly generated DNA would not be able to redistribute wealth successfully, because universities are where a laptop would be better to overestimate than underestimate the importance of making a good deal for the first million is worth studying as a high product of some brilliant initial idea. Together these were the impressive ones.

This is the only significant channel was our own, like storytellers, must have affected what they built, they thought at least straightforwardly benevolent, doesn't help people on the basis of intelligence. Earlier he'd had in high school writing this.

Doing Business in 2006, http://doingbusiness. But scholars seem to have been peculiarly vulnerable—perhaps partly because users hate the idea that evolves into Facebook isn't merely a complicated but pointless collection of stuff to be writing with conviction.

But because I can't predict which lies future generations will consider inexcusable, I have about thirty friends whose opinions I care about. And that is more like a core going critical. Build them a microcomputer, and configure domain names etc.

Download programs to run on the cover story of creation in the less educated parents seem closer to a company's revenues as the investment market becomes more efficient. I don't like to partners at their firm, the average major league baseball player's salary during the Ming Dynasty, when the audience gets too big for the manager of a more general rule: focus on the one hand and the ordering system, which shoppers used to retrieve orders, view statistics, and once a hypothesis starts to be hidden from statistics too.

Several people have for endless years of bank dependence, reinforced by the fact that, in that era had no idea what most people than subsequent millions.

European politics then had no natural immunity to messianic figures, just the location of the venture business. While the US is partly a reaction to drugs.

Thanks to Jessica Livingston, Garry Tan, Trevor Blackwell, Peter Norvig, Sam Altman, Jackie McDonough, and Dan Giffin for the lulz.

#automatically generated text #Markov chains #Paul Graham #Python #Patrick Mooney #companies #lifetime #founders #part #sup #Well #waste #money #legend #Achievements #Doing #progress #hole #Evan #partners #investors #apps #school #Blackwell #people #Ruby #basis #venture #truth