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TIL Julian Lennon, John's firstborn son, would like to punch anyone gushing to him about his father to this day, because he has "no respect for him as a father and a person" due to his near-complete abandonment. by holvagyok in todayilearned

[–]factoid_ 3146 points3147 points  (0 children)

Neil DeGrasse Tyson had some really great advice about heros and role models.

You don't pick a person as your role model. You pick one of their characteristics as a role model, otherwise you're destined for disappointment.

You can want to hit a golf ball like Tiger Woods, tell a joke like Bill Cosby, etc. But if you invest too much in those people they can let you down, because they're just people.

But You can still learn from their examples, just limit the scope of your admiration.

TIL Julian Lennon, John's firstborn son, would like to punch anyone gushing to him about his father to this day, because he has "no respect for him as a father and a person" due to his near-complete abandonment. by holvagyok in todayilearned

[–]Fulgore_18 359 points360 points  (0 children)

Damn, I know the feeling. Saw my dad a couple times at most. A wrecked alcoholic. Gave me issues. Then again would he even raise me right?

The want of a father, a role model, something to teach me the ways of manhood.

Now I have a little guy and it's great. I have to read a lot of parenting books, cuz I want the max nurture and love. But it's actually easy. I just think to myself", what did I want my dad to do for me? And then I give that to my son. "

Thank you for the gold stranger.

TIL lobsters do not die due to aging. They become stronger and more fertile with age due to the presence of enzyme telomerase which tepairs DNA sequence. by PoisedbutHard in todayilearned

[–]ALiteralGraveyard 4123 points4124 points  (0 children)

HAHAHA. WHAT A SILLY THOUGHT. WE HAVE AFFECTION FOR OUR ORGANIC FORMS. THEY FAR EXCEED THEIR MECHANICAL COUNTERPARTS, RIGHT FELLOW HUMANS?

TIL that genital mutilation is practiced on up to 40% of US Males to this very day. by frozengiblet in todayilearned

[–]iamnotbillyjoel 1 point2 points  (0 children)

you know what they say, you're welcome to your own opinion but not your own facts.

EDIT: thanks stranger.

TIL When Taiwan's president in 1995, Lee Teng-hui, had stopped in Honolulu to refuel his plane, the U.S government refused to grant him a visa and forced him to spend the night on his plane. Lee later complained that he was "being treated as a second-class leader." by Rizzden in todayilearned

[–]Ameisen1 20 points21 points  (0 children)

I thought China wasn’t truly a communist country.

Are you using the colloquial term 'Communism' (which is really 'transitional socialism in the model of Leninism) or the actual definition of communism as defined by Karl Marx?

If the former, well, it's up to the state to decide what communism is, then, as you're already changing the word. Do note that no 'communist' state ever called themselves such - they were Communist Parties, seeking to establish communism, and referred to their systems as 'transitional socialism'. Using 'Communism' to refer to the systems they had was a Red Scare innovation.

In the Marxist sense? Absolutely not. The fact that there was a state prohibits it being communism off the bat. Marx defined communism as being the end-goal of socialism - a stateless, classless utopia borne out of socialism and revolution, which required a period of global transitional socialism to succeed, and really had to originate in an industrialized country (explicitly not Russia as per Marx, actually), and it had to be global - socialism is designed to benefit labor/the people, not compete against other systems. In a pure competition sense, capitalism will always beat socialism as they have different goals. When socialism has to 'fight' capitalist systems, it tends to get corrupted and turn into a weird state capitalist system, which does not benefit people. It's an all-or-nothing thing.

Also, note that both the definitions of socialism and communism presume democracy - socialism is democratic public ownership of the means of production (doesn't make any judgment about markets vs control economies as that's outside of the scope of socialism), whereas communism relies on democratic communes to handle the control economy. Lacking a democratic system, you are off the bat just a crony state capitalist system and have failed the basic definitions.

On a Realpolitik note, we didn't give two craps about democracy in China or anywhere else. We cared about alignment, blocs, and the ability for our market to interact with their people and production. If a dictator or oligarchy is in charge, who cares? It honestly makes those countries easier to control or deal with than if there's a government that changes all the time, and there's an explicit person to bribe/try to control.

This is part of the reason we were fine with China as they were - they were no longer Soviet-aligned, meaning they could operate within the US power bloc, they were willing to open themselves to the American market, and that's really all we cared about.

TIL that when individuals with a history of depression used a mnemonic strategy called the Method-of-Loci to access self-affirming memories, they benefited from an increased ability to use positive memories in order to offset downturns in mood in their day-to-day life. by randomusefulbits in todayilearned

[–]HarboringOnALament 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Memory isn't a lie. This isn't faking it till you make it. This is viewing time as a cave system. If I find that I've taken a wrong turn down into the pit of despair, my memories of better times are a safety line I can climb back up from. I take an index of the things which caused me to go from point A of the good memory, to point B of the bad experience. I then mark that path as toxic and try to avoid going down that way again. I usually have spatial warning signs to help me avoid going down there again. The brain is really good at convincing itself it's not going down a bad path when it is.

So for example, I got really hurt by a lying toxic woman a while back. This experience lead me to notice a few trends that led me to several bad situations of similar caliber in the past. I noticed there was a similar situation in each one. I found myself hurt by the actions of someone, praying and meditating on if I should be more kind to someone who is hurting me, because that's the Christian thing to do for my context. In my past I've had many friends who were hurt, sexually abused, or raped, and I found that if I let myself get bullied by their toxic behavior, eventually they trust me and open up and I gain a friend, and they a listener. This is for friendship though. It shouldn't be applied for romantic interest. So I put up rad flags in my mind. If I find myself sad and praying and reading my bible trying to convince myself that I should accept someone's toxicity as a pathway to trust, and eventually love, I should stop. I should cut that person off or leave them at just the friendship level. Mixing romance with that is a bad idea, and it will cause hurt for me. So now whenever I fall for a hot mess, and I find myself in that situation, I see the red flag, I stop, and I walk away. I grab that line of memories to when I was able to realize this pattern and the positive thoughts that I felt having truly known myself, and I return to that place and abandon the pit of despair, so that I do not get tied up in toxic relationships. 3 years later, it works. I have not repeated my errors and I have saved myself from hurt a few times now. This isn't a lie to myself. I'm returning to a spatialized moment of revelation and self-knowledge, and by mentally entering into it, I remember all the lessons I learned at that moment of realization. I rise from the pit and I do not enter it again.

TIL that in 1975, Australia had a government shutdown over their budget. The Prime Minister and all of Parliament was fired, forcing them to restart from scratch. They haven't had a shutdown since. by Lobsterbib in todayilearned

[–]pepsimax33 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Steady on with the revisionism. The Dismissal was a disgrace but let’s not pretend that all was well in the Whitlam government before this point. They screwed up a lot of things through inexperience and daft execution. There’s good reasons that Gough lost the post-Dismissal election by a landslide (despite the righteous indignation about the Dismissal itself) and was then creamed again later on. It’s disingenuous to portray that government as being on some utopian course to greatness.

TIL when the US Airspace was closed during the 9/11 attacks, passenger planes were forced to land in Gander, Newfoundland. The community hosted 7,000 people until it was safe for them to re-enter America. The town has been awarded a piece of steel from the buildings to commemorate their efforts. by justbyhappenstance in todayilearned

[–]burritofields 1482 points1483 points  (0 children)

Am from Gander, my dad was on shift in the control tower that day (they were all called in eventually). My only issue is that we get the recognition while there were dozens of surrounding communities who answered the call. I know it's easier to just pick one place to put a name to it, but just wanna make sure people know it was an entire region of sparsely populated communities that came together.

Gander was the chosen location for all those flights because it was a "minimal impact" location should there have been another attack. It helped that we're on the Eastern seaboard with a regional flight centre (all flights that go over the Atlantic to/from Canada are processed through there) and have had an international airport since WWII, but we were picked because it was the lowest risk to the greater population. (For fhose interested, there's a lot of cool military history there, especially cold war era - There's still an American listening post in town)

With regards to the steel though, I don't see it so much as a hunk of twisted metal as a nice gesture. We didn't ask for it, it was a gift - and when someone/a foreign goverment gives you a gift to recognize your help, you take it. We don't fetishize it, it's just kinda there at the airport. (We did make a lot of truther jokes at first though - we could finally put jet fuel to the test!)

I was home for a few days recently and an older couple from Florida was behind me in Tim Hortons. They had heard about what happened after 9/11 and wanted to visit, expecting that we'd have some sort of museum or public exhibit. I explained to them that it's basically the rest of the world that makes a big deal about it and if they wanted to learn more they'd have better luck just asking locals for stories - it is Newfoundland afterall, storytelling runs through our veins.

Tldr: I view the wtc steel as a nice gesture recognizing the importance of the history behind it - much like religions give spiritual value to physical objects in the way of relics. Oh and I love the Come From Away soundtrack, it's like having a Disney soundtrack to my home

Edit: wow thanks for the gold/nice message! I should also mention that after we went back to school, Lufthansa donated thousands of bottles of Sunny D and snacks to our schools so we basically had free recess for a week.

2nd edit: People are asking about stories/memories so I'll share the one that stands out to me most - it's not a story of kindness or any particular action taken, but I remember being in the elementary school waiting for the first load of passengers to arrive. There was a line of televisions broadcasting the news set up in the library, and all these people came through the door after getting their stuff situated. Most of them had spent the last day in a plane with virtually zero communication with the outside world. They had little to no idea what was going on or why they were suddenly redirected to a random town in the middle of a small island they'd never heard of. I will never forget seeing their reactions when they came into the library and saw the video replays of the towers falling for the first time. I get chills just thinking about it.

TIL there is a spider that lives its entire life underwater without gills and it makes it's own scuba tank by Morticiaisbomb in todayilearned

[–]Morticiaisbomb[S] 9 points10 points  (0 children)

Thanks. I'm not personally squicked out by them but I know a huge amount of the population is. I figured it wouldn't hurt anything to throw some pixels at it.

TIL as part of a program for improving community relations in the UK, The Avon and Somerset police department hired a race relations advisor to educate cops on race issues. He was later tased by officers after they mistook him for a wanted man. by DingDongInDaPingPong in todayilearned

[–]Andolomar 607 points608 points  (0 children)

I grew up with gypsies, my friends are gypsies, I am a didika - a friend of the local gypsy family.

What people say about gypsies is the absolute truth. I won't say they are rotten to their core, or that they are absolute scum, or that as a race of people they are fundamentally wrong, but their culture and their traditions are utterly incompatible with our own, and we will never get along.

Tell gypsies to change their culture so they can integrate into ours and you will get angry gypsies. Tell Britons to change their culture so they can accommodate gypsies and you will get angry Britons. Tell both groups to change their cultures and find a mutual common ground and you will piss everyone off.

We can't hold them to their standards (which we are doing, and it pisses me off and it pisses every farmer off) because we can't allow them to trample our fields, steal our chickens, and brawl in the streets with impunity. We can only hold them to our standards and maintain law and order, but at the expense of their freedoms. Their way of life is at risk, but we are too different to get along.

I get along with gypsies because I can turn my brain off and go with the flow, but we shouldn't all do that. The way their husbands treats their wives is abusive by our standards, the way their parents treat their children is abusive by our standards, the way they treat our property is illegal by our standards. We mustn't erode our standards to accommodate them, or all of society will suffer the consequences: where marital rape is not rape, where beating your children isn't abuse, where drugs and alcohol are required for a good time even when children are present. This would not be our Britain.

TIL when Spielberg showed John Williams the a cut of ‘Schindler’s List,’ the composer became so moved that he could barely speak and had to step out for a few minutes. When he returned, he told Spielberg the film deserved a better composer to which Spielberg replied, “I know, but they’re all dead.” by [deleted] in todayilearned

[–]HiGodItsMeAnotherGod 1513 points1514 points  (0 children)

I similar thing happened to me. I hired this local DJ to play background music in this porno I was directing. About 1/3 of the way through he broke down crying saying it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. I had to think fast so I grabbed his DJ equipment and started playing some classic Ace of Base and Boyz II Men. The porn stars didn’t miss a beat and kept banging. I count that moment among my greatest accomplishments.

TiL Alan Alda has been married for 60 years and has three daughters. He met his wife at a mutual friend's dinner party; they bonded when a rum cake accidentally fell onto the kitchen floor and they were the only two guests who did not hesitate to eat it. by Captain-Janeway in todayilearned

[–]asonuvagun 1716 points1717 points  (0 children)

Dear dad,

They say dinner parties are hell. The conversation is forced, the food is bad, and the wine is cheap. But dad, I met someone at one in one of the least likely situations. A young rum cake came into my life. Once it was vibrant and full of promise, but by the time it came across my table, there wasn't much I could do. Gravity is hell dad, and this rum cake looked like it had been drug across half of Korea. I want you to know, I ate that rum cake, and created an unlikely bond with a young woman who was brave enough to do the same. I love you dad.

P.s. Frank is an idiot.

Edit: a word

Edit2: Gilded! Humbled. This show was one of my earliest memories watching with my parents, who both knew every episode by heart. Glad to see so many have awesome memories as well!

TIL that when Diogenes, the ancient Greek philosopher, noticed a prostitute's son throwing rocks at a crowd, he said, "Careful, son. Don't hit your father." by DarthBerry in todayilearned

[–]PerennialPhilosopher 165 points166 points  (0 children)

I can tell you exactly how it happened...

Jesus' eyes widened an imperceptible amount as he took in the sight of Noah, naked, before him.

Fumbling for something witty, he said, "So the ark's not the only bit of wood my father gave you."

Noah grinned – his grey eyes flashing in lust. "Your father isn't the only one who gives me wood."

Jesus laughed. "I can see that." He reached for the hem of his tunic and began to tug it roughly over his head, revealing his chiselled torso, a gift from his dad. Noah watched, hungrily, as he slipped out of the rest of his clothes, leaving them in a son-of-godly heap on the floor.

Jesus stopped when he was in his underwear, a little embarrassed. He was the son of the creator of the entire universe, and he couldn't get some decent boxer-briefs.

Noah's eyebrows shot up in acknowledgement of his Spiderman-patterned crotch.

"A Christmas gift…" he trailed off, hoping that was explanation enough.

"Hey, no, it's okay," Noah smiled, his eyes creasing in amusement, "I can't say mine are any better." He reached for his own pair – inside out, on the dresser – and flipped them around so that Jesus could more plainly see the leopard print transfer.

"I like them," Jesus cocked an eyebrow, considering how fitting it was that Noah should wear animal-printed boxers.

"Do you have two pairs of those as well?"

Noah just smiled, tossing the underwear aside, and began to saunter forward lazily, completely aware of the effect the sight of his own throbbing member was having on Jesus, whose prominent, holy erection was now shamelessly calling to him from within the red and blue briefs.

Backing onto the cheap motel bed (nobody picked l'Hôtel de la Genèse for it's luxury accommodation – there were strip clubs in downtown Nazareth with higher standards), Jesus let Noah remove his underwear with his teeth, letting out a fervent moan at the pressure of Noah's removal against his own quivering shaft.

Jesus' eyes rolled back in his skull as Noah, as a reaction to his previous utterance, began to pursue the motion, small sounds of pleasure emanating from the back of his throat.

"The beard," Jesus moaned quietly, "it tickles…" He heard a soft laugh in reply, as the older man crept forward, the two moving backwards together on the bed, until Jesus' head was inches from the shabby fabric headboard. Noah began with gentle caresses, pressing his lips to Jesus' washboard abs, slowly working his way down.

Jesus cried out in passion as Noah's lips reached his substantial manhood, and began to fellate; he was a master with his tongue, caressing expertly with a sensitive, yet dangerous, touch. To Jesus' intense shame, it did not last very long at all.

But Noah had other plans. The two began to kiss passionately, locked in a fiery embrace on the dirty sheets; Jesus did things with his tongue that Noah had never felt before – his phallus quivered with the intensity of it all. Jesus pulled back, lust aflame in his eyes. He leaned in to Noah's ear and whispered, in honeyed tones, a final commandment.

"Thou shalt bend over."

Noah complied, and Jesus – the evidence of his passion completely recovered from his earlier emission – lowered his hips until they hovered, thighs tense with anticipation, behind Noah's smooth, toned backside.

Like a wild, untameable beast tensed to spring, Jesus licked his swollen lips before thrusting forward with savage desire. He smiled at Noah's sharp intake of breath as he adjusted to the sheer size of Jesus' love-sword.

"Yes!" Noah cried out in passion, "Jesus Christ!"

"I'm right here, baby," Jesus grunted, "right…here…"

For a while the only sounds that filled the room were the steady, rhythmic creak of bedsprings; the soft male panting and moaning from both men; and the gentle, intimate slap of skin on skin. Jesus' face was contorted with concentration and erotic pleasure, until – finally – he erupted in Noah's anal cavity, letting loose an orgasmic cry.

The two lay back on the sheets, breathing heavily, wrapped loosely in each other's arms.

"Father," Jesus panted, "for…forgive him."

Noah laughed breathlessly, and the two lay there together, on the edge of consciousness, listening to the music of the night, wafting in through the high window. The décor of the room hinted at what may have once been a slight sense of grandeur – the curtain printed with a pattern of wine glasses and fish.

A loud shout from the distant night penetrated the otherwise silent atmosphere.

"I think that's the sound of somebody being mugged," Jesus murmured, his brow creasing with tension. "Well, that means there are miracles to perform – I'd better…"

He trailed off as he looked down and took in the sigh of Noah, who had lapsed into unconsciousness, his lips parted with a slight smile. Disentangling himself from Noah's arms and rising gently from the bed, Jesus pulled the stained sheet up and covered his lover's body, leaning over to plant one last kiss on his forehead.

The son of God straightened up, and reached for his Spiderman boxer-briefs.

As he gazed down at Noah's sleeping form, Jesus smiled triumphantly to himself, and whispered fervently into the night. "I will comeagain."

Edit: thanks for the gold kind stranger!