Spin it Let’s Begin it Bare and Grin it When You’re in it

I’m in a depressive tailspin.

My work is making me mildly suicidal. My marriage is far too often thoroughly deflating. My weight makes me want to hide away. My habits are making me feel (rightly) like a failure, unable to make any improvements stick for more than a few hours. My sleep cycle is making me unbalanced. I probably have diabetes. My eyesight is failing, and if it’s diabetes, that’s terrifying, and if it’s not, then I don’t know why, and that’s… just sad. My brain is increasingly sluggish. My anger is through the roof sometimes. My location makes me very sad two thirds of the days of the year. My teeth are yellower than they should be and I’m not out there getting them fixed. I am already falling behind at my year’s goals. I haven’t even built the pull up machine to train on pull ups. I can’t even keep up with the trash service at my house.


I fell on black days. My goodness, what an apt song.

But of course, I could know that this would be my fate. I can predict the future well enough to know that all of these things came from choices, perhaps other than Jin’s unexpected moyamoya and my job’s somewhat unexpectedly lame quality. But none of that is all that surprising! I know corporate software jobs tend to suck. I know corporate management sucks in cycles. I knew AWS was taking over middleware. I know that Indian hierarchy in American corporate workplaces produces suck! And I knew Jin had wonky genetics and a high chance of developing health problems in middle age.

Anyway, that’s not the key thing here. That’s not the future. That’s the past.

The key thing here is the future. I can also predict the future from this point.

If I continue in this depressive tailspin, I’m going to suffer a significant drop in my quality of life. Be it permanent health problems, be it significantly worse marriage or divorce, be the long term end of high paying employment opportunities, or even be it mental breakdown and self harm, I’m heading for the bottom.

This has got to stop! I’m 41! I’m not retired! I’m not dead! I’m not a grandfather! I’m young Harry Jones, I’m major Kevin Carlin, a man with ostensibly the energy to have like two more careers before I stop, and plenty of time to make lasting life changes.

Who do I want to be in my 40s? Do I want to be this guy, this miserable sack man? No! NO!

I want to be exactly who I’ve wanted to be for twenty fucking years, since I left math. I want to be the high energy, healthy Wizard of Happiness, who defies probability a little bit to make good things for the people who want them.

My goodness, that’s a distant goal.

But is it? Really? The ingredients are mostly there, hidden under a thick crust of bad habits. The health, the energy, those are missing. The happiness, that’s missing too.

But the skills, the unusual mix of skills. I have the skills. Goodness, do I have the skills.

Just thinking that makes me want to cry with a mixture of love and sadness. A big part of me is willing to receive that statement, that I have the skills, and a big part of me is even sadder to think of what a waste I’m making.

If there was one thing that would look different in that ideal life? It’s hard work. I would wake up and shoot out of bed and build things and build things and build things. 

So why isn’t that happening? It’s in my nature to be that person! But it’s not happening because my version of “build and build and build” is subject to vicious and virtuous cycles.

In the vicious cycle, bad habits, pointless tasks, big distractions, emotional damage, and small failures are all mutually reinforcing, sending me straight down to zero and pinning me there.

In the virtuous cycle, good habits, good tasks, good scheduling, good emotional processing, and small victories are all mutually reinforcing, sending me towards flourishing.

Why aren’t the vicious and virtuous cycles at least balanced? The vicious cycle dominates over the course of my life.

Firstly, is the virtuous cycle inherently less stable? YES.Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” For each of those five components, absent any special effort, the probability of being on the virtuous side is certainly less than half.

Bad habits clearly dominate good habits. You live in a Dorito nation. If you were Chinese, you would live in a cigarette nation. Every nation is a drinking nation. It takes an effort not to live your preferred vices and bad character traits.

Pointless tasks clearly dominate good tasks. Fifteen years in the private sector have taught me that with effort and bravery, one might find a job with a lot of truly useful tasks in it, and without, one is almost guaranteed to find only jobs with only pointless tasks. This current job is a pointed reminder of that. I made an effort to select for a balanced workplace doing a form of work I understood that made a useful contribution to a larger project I value. Whewf. What I got is an unbalanced workplace doing a form of work I don’t understand that anyway does not make a useful contribution, even though I do still value the larger project.

Distractions dominate scheduling because life is messy and random, and scheduling is an artificial quality of order imposed on that life.

It’s not as clear that emotional damage need dominate good emotional processing. Probably if you look at all the family styles and all the personal habits of the world, there are more people giving and receiving net emotional damage than there are with healthy processing habits, but there are at least large stable pockets where healthy behavior is more the norm. I have lived in such a pocket, and I think relative to other people, I probably still do. In my own life, there are some factors that move this ratio in a bad direction: the disregulation of children leads to the dysregulation of parents, Jin’s family pumps a lot more emotional damage into the system than I’m used to, and I still have my experience of the 2010s leaving a sort of accreted dysregulation.

Small failures and small victories are mostly a matter of mindset, and maybe not really an independent dimension from the other four things. I admit it’s pretty darned easy, with the right perspective shifting tools, to live with either small failures or small victories as the dominant thing.

So, given those five factors, the virtuous cycle is inherently less stable than the vicious cycle.

But, is it also a personal matter? Do I make choices that prefer the vicious cycle over the virtuous cycle? YES.

Firstly, I do not put enough consistent effort into my good habits. This is true even in the good times. Habits require consistency, and I sabotage my good habits with a peppering of bad choices. It’s not that those choices add up. It’s that they short out the virtuous cycle. They’re like sprinkles of water on a fire.

Second, I am particularly inconsistent at scheduling. I believe in flexibility, and that is good up to a point, but, with a few exceptional good periods, for the most part, I do not respect my past choices or sufficiently allow them to determine my present. I tell myself I will do such and such a thing, but I have learned to give myself far too much permission to not do it when the time comes to do it.

Tasks are mostly not my fault. When I was working for myself, I learned that my task strategy was bad, that, absent extra discipline, I would ride in all different directions and accomplish less for it. But my tasks were not pointless. They were almost always clearly connected to a good outcome, and if I figured out that they weren’t helping, I would pivot. Being a parent and a corporate worker, I am not currently in control of the quality of the tasks. I suppose to the extent that I count lego city time as taking away from task time, that is a pointless task that’s in my control.

Emotional regulation is all me. Being a married person with two young kids is playing on hard mode, because the amount to regulate is high and the freedom to regulate any time anywhere is low, but in the end it’s still a pure choice. You take a bike ride or you veg on the couch, it’s *purely* your choice.

Small failures and small victories, to the extent that they’re a matter of perspective, simply require the use of that perspective. I get this one right at least as often as I get it wrong, and shifting it is the easiest. Like the mother at the end of Everything Everywhere All At Once, you see all the potentials in your head, and then you change the channel and look at the family that’s in front of you. My family has so far been notably absent from this essay, except as a source of stress!

But my family are a litany of small victories. I gently parented Clara through a sick day and resisted grandma’s urges to take her on an unnecessary hospital visit. I continue to build a very impressive resume of reading to Clara at night, stretching back to when she was two years old, being flexible and not forcing it on days that don’t fit our standard go down pattern, but rarely missing a day that does fit that pattern. I’m making a strong habit, and that’s not just a victory of parenting, it’s a victory of scheduling!

I continue to improve at regulating myself during fights with Jin, quickly catching my feelings once things have gone real bad. I’m pretty good at it, actually!

And this essay itself is a small victory. I can and should notice that my job work is still not getting done, like a pile of trash in the corner (and here you can see how it’s sometimes hard to have small victories without interacting with bad scheduling), but I also can and should notice that my mental health became very poor recently, and this morning I am directly addressing it. I am processing, dissecting, and improving my mental health by writing. This really needed doing, it was time, and I did it.

Finally, the essay is also a small victory in another category. My only high priority goal this year is to fix my physical health. My only low priority goal this year is to write one hundred thousand words. When I wrote that goal, I sort of meant fiction, but I also like and benefit from essay writing. It’s genuinely not easy to be generous to myself (because I rightly worry I’ll be too generous), but if I am generous enough to allow a little bit of essay writing as the minority contribution to that 100k total, then this essay counts for a considerable amount, and that is a small victory indeed.

So, what have I done so far today?

I have admitted what’s going wrong. I have reminded myself of how I’d like things to be. I have separated one significant thing out of the list, namely the habit to get up and build build build build. I have reminded myself that it’s in my nature to do that. I have found that it doesn’t always happen because of vicious and virtuous cycles. I have dissected those cycles into five components, and I have investigated the degree to which each of those components is or is not on me.

Having done so, I notice there is a single action running through all of the cycle components, both in the structural section and in the personal section: the choice to make effort.

Everywhere, in every component, regardless of the structural difficulty of the situation, there is always a choice to make effort which will improve things in mutually reinforcing ways, and a choice not to make effort which will worsen things in mutually reinforcing ways. Regardless of where I am in the cycle, regardless of where anyone is in such a cycle, the choice to make effort will improve things.

I am not lazy. I wrote a two thousand word essay this morning and directly confronted some things about myself. That took effort. But my habit of making the choice to make effort is bizarre and messed up. Jordan Howlett said Pitbull said Paolo Coelho said “stress, anxiety and depression all occur when we try to live to please other people”. My power to make the choice to make effort isn’t gone, at all. It’s just really messed up because I’ve got my life direction and priorities all out of sorts, and I don’t have good connections between the efforts of the day and the north star of my life. Pointless tasks leading to small failures, instead of good tasks leading to small victories, yeah?

So, the medicine for me is not to try to discover or build my ability choose-effort power. It’s not to force the choose-effort power in particular directions.

It is to align. Why are today’s choices to effort the right choices? Understand, care, and make them. Or, if they’re not, discard them. Never think of them again.

I will begin again the work of aligning my choices today.

Reasons For Being a Principled Non-Voter

Voting is sort of the American religion. Like any religion, you get to choose whether you follow. Even under pressure. Here are some reasons for being a principled non-voter.

1. You do not believe in democratic representation. You are allowed not to believe in democratic representation. Personally, I encourage you not to believe in it.

2. You accept evidence that it doesn’t work correctly. A comprehensive study from 2014 found that the preferences of the top ten percent and organized groups influenced the outcomes of elections, whereas the preferences of average citizens (even en masse) did not. In the last few years, there have been a number of western elections with arguable fingers on scales. If you’re convinced by these things, that’s a good reason not to vote.

3. You take some other action that dwarfs the vote. Perhaps you volunteer with a cause. Perhaps you give money. If you give two hundred dollars to political causes, and someone says you should vote as well, maybe that’s like saying you should have given two hundred dollars and ten cents. I forgive you for holding your course.

4. None of the candidates clears your pre-defined bar. Voting is not compulsory in the United States by design, regardless of what anyone may have told you. On a case by case basis, you can vote for nobody.

5. You believe you’re under informed. This is okay! Few people have the time, education, inclination and intelligence to be truly informed; we’re all under informed by degrees. If your level of information isn’t good enough to make you feel like you deserve the vote, and you don’t have the resources or the desire to improve it, you are doing a public service by staying home.

6. You feel there is a moral requirement of service to earn the vote, and you haven’t earned it (yet). It is okay to think only certain qualified people should vote, and if you aren’t one of them, it’s okay not to vote.

7. You have higher priorities. Don’t let anyone else decide this for you. It’s between you and your conscience. I have a two year old daughter, for instance. If she was having a good day, I could see myself taking her to the polls as a learning experience. But if she was having a bad day, I wouldn’t drag her there, any more than I would drag her to a church against her will.

Why don’t you vote, specifically?

My reasons are a bit of 1 and 3, and a lot of 2, 4, and 6. As I move farther and farther away from the news cycle for mental health reasons, I’m even starting to feel a little 5.

You really don’t vote?

I have been a principled non voter for the nineteen years I’ve been eligible. I have never voted for a president, ever. I’ve never regretted that.

I voted for a progressive congressman (Jim McDermott) in Seattle once, and felt good about it. My senator at that time (Patty Murray) had voted for the Patriot Act, and I felt morally unable to support her.

But if I don’t vote, my gal/guy/person/party/cause might not win.

Yeah. That’s true. It’s a cost you pay.

This is a prosocial thing, like vaccines. By not voting, you hurt us all.

No, I don’t. There’s no moral law saying I have to do it, any more than there’s an actual law. Vaccines are a hundred times more important. This is very low on the list of prosocial responsibilities.

I’m cheesed off and I still want you to vote.

If you’re cheesed off, and you want me to vote, I suggest you go vote to make voting compulsory.

Maple Bacon and Cheesy Egg Sandwich Recipe!



This is pulled together from a few different recipes. It’s pretty close to LA’s Fairfax. Makes two sandwiches.


1 package thick cut bacon
1/4 cup maple syrup
1 tsp nutmeg
1 tsp paprika
40 turns pepper
4 eggs
1 handful Mexican cheese blend
2 brioche buns
1 tbsp butter
Chipotle Mayo


Preheat oven to 400F. Mix maple syrup, nutmeg, paprika, and pepper. Lay out bacon on foil on a sheet pan. Baste both sides with mixture, then bake for 20 minutes.

Mid way through the bake, butter the insides of two brioche buns, then toast them in the oven for a few minutes or until the edges are golden brown.

Towards the end of the bake, spray a small pan with pam and heat it on high. Vigorously mix four eggs and six turns of salt in a bowl. When the pam is just brown, pour the eggs into the pan. Let a skin form on the bottom, but swish the top vigorously with chop sticks to form curds.

After a minute, tilt the mixture to the edge of the pan and use either chopsticks or a wooden spatula to separate the skin from the pan just a bit on all sides. You should now be able to flip a loose omelette with a sharp flick of the wrist (see omurice video above for many demonstrations of this neat technique).

Flip it a few times, cooking just a minute, then fold in a big handful of Mexican cheese blend. Don’t worry about breaking the omelette a little, and don’t worry about thoroughly mixing the cheese. It should be in loose melty chunks throughout the omelette. You should aim to remove the omelette from the pan while the eggs are still wet and the cheese is only partially melted. It will finish itself nicely on a plate.

Remove bacon from the oven, then cut in half. Grab dat brioche. Put a generous dollop of chipotle mayo on the bottom slice. Stack half the bacon, cross hatch style. If it feels like too much, you can put some on the side. Add half the omelette, then the top bun. Do the same for the second sandwich.

Mmm, yes. It is good.

Early Movements

Rereading Anathem, I think it has more connections to my philosophical framework than I expected.

The most obvious connection is storiented thinking.

Less obvious but still obvious connections are a preoccupation with secluded movements, and a desire for new mathematics.

Not at all obvious until the second reading: people who reach back into history and pull forward concepts to organize a second renaissance. Or, movement work by people who do not initially realize they’re doing movement work. Or “what it looks like when you’re fumbling around trying to build a new philosophical framework, a few years or decades before the world suddenly opens up and grasps for a new philosophical framework”.

It’s a strong recurring pattern throughout the novel, pointedly in the beginning (the timeline of era transforming events and their preceding thinkers) and the end (young characters who descend from older or dead thinkers founding a new era)

Frustratingly, the obvious, current, real life example of this critical function is Eliezer Yudkowsky. I dislike EY, but he should maybe, in some sense, be my role model.

Which suggests a path for me, tailored to fit my particular life needs (movement and personal life):

Gain small scale financial independence asap, then start talking out loud as though I have an audience and never ever stop, refining after publishing mistakes, not before. That is, first generate free time, and then use it to push thinking out into accessible territory, and pursue each of these with more or less exclusive focus, no distractions.

This is, of course, restricting to my professional life, since unlike EY, I need and want a substantial personal one which is not bent towards the big project. Particularly true since the big project is about healthy, wise living, and one of the first results to fall out of that theme is “don’t neglect your personal life, idiot”.

In fact, I will publish the above blurb as a small symbolic down payment on phase 2.


[Epistemic status: preliminary. You’re reading it almost as I think about it. Crossposted to LesserWrong.]

[Prerequisites: a bit of cognitive science reading, a bit of familiarity with mathematics.]

This is a raw idea and a personal experience, related just in case they resonate.

In a particular model of cognitive science, there are two streams of thought that can run inside your brain. The top-down stream is something you’re generating from inside your brain itself. The bottom-up stream is coming directly from sense data, from the physical world around you. The two streams interact (particularly in terms of prediction and surprise) to produce your model of the world.

Meditation at the novice level I practice it is almost always a matter of turning focus from the top-down process to the bottom-up process in order to build a concentration muscle.

But what if there’s something for me to gain from focusing on a top-down process? (I don’t have links, but I know I’m far from the first person to try this.)

I may be stretching the term a bit, but I think the most top-down process is mathematics. Penrose philosophy aside, doing mathematics is an act of generating things inside your head, with regard to a set of rules, but largely divorced from sense data.

I used to be a mathematician. I stopped being one a long time ago, and I sometimes struggle emotionally to do math (including at my very mathy machine learning job).

So what would it be like for me to take a few minutes every day to focus on a mathematical concept, such as symmetry groups, or Fourier transforms, or just the number 3? I would turn both top-down and bottom-up distractions away in favor of gently returning to a mathematical concept. If I did this for a few weeks, would I develop a new, different focus muscle?

As luck would have it, this thought occurred to me this morning on a long drive, and right afterwards, my wife asked if I wouldn’t mind some alone time while she took a car nap.

So I put on some music (a normal part of math for me, but not a normal part of meditation) and gave it a try.

What I experienced was surprising: Joy with a capital J.

I chose to focus on the number 3. At first I just visualized 3 objects, which became 3 glowing green dots, which became the cyclic group of order 3, represented as {1, x, x²}. It took me a second to remember that x³ = 1 was the relation that made this group work, and as I multiplied different powers of x, I experienced quiet, stable joy. It’s hard to describe; the best I can say is that I had a feeling of safety and a feeling of simplicity. I felt like I could do this as long as I wanted and stay happy doing it.

After a while I chose to think about 3 from another perspective. I told myself the Monty Hall problem (with its three doors and three objects). Since I hadn’t thought about Monty Hall in a long time, I couldn’t remember the solution. So I worked it out from scratch, and when I finished, I experienced a different joy: the thrill of re-discovery, like seeing the good part of a movie you’ve mostly forgotten.

At this point, my wife woke up, and I stopped. I think I meditated for about 8 minutes.

This was a worthwhile experience. I’m going to continue trying it and documenting the results.

Beginner’s Meditation for the No Bullshit Individual

[Expanded from a comment on Zvi’s Beginners’ Meditation post, and crossposted to LesserWrong. Don’t listen to me. Or anyone else. What does anyone even know about this subject? Just do it yourself.]

Zvi joined a beginners’ meditation class and was frustrated to find it was an asinine social group. (Note that his title is plural and mine is singular.)

I feel for him. Meditation is an easy daily habit that’s made hard by a bunch of superfluous stuff.

You don’t need a class. Or a space. Or people. You really don’t need people.  Or quiet. You don’t need to sit down. All those things are fine but you don’t need them.

Meditation can be practiced while walking, and if you’re the walking type, you’ll probably prefer it.

So take walks. It doesn’t matter if the walk is peaceful. You can walk in a forest or a city. Personally, forests give me more inner distractions, cities more outer distractions, which lead to inner distractions, so ultimately it’s the same exercise. It’s the exercise of patiently pushing away distraction.

Do not focus on the breath. Focus on what’s right in front of you, what’s coming through your eyes. If you find yourself glazing over, or retreating to the inside of your head, or not paying attention to what’s in front of you, call that a distraction, and go back to paying attention to what’s in front of you. If you get tired of focusing on what’s coming through your eyes, focus on what’s coming through your ears, or sure, on your breath.

After a few weeks of this exercise, it will feel like you’ve built a new muscle in your head, one which allows you to turn away from your inner thoughts at will. Let’s call it focus.

The mental focus muscle works much like a physical muscle, in the following ways:

  1. Barely noticeable until you start using it.
  2. Feels weird to exercise it for the first few weeks.
  3. Atrophies slowly.
  4. Retrains quickly.
  5. Can be over exercised.

All other results of meditation are either someone’s personal growth that they got from having focus, or bullshit. Read about them if you want examples to guide your personal growth, or ignore them if you don’t. Guides are nice, but they are not necessary.

The end.


“Balance to Win”: Sometimes You Need Friends, Sometimes You Need Haters

(Crossposted to Lesser Wrong)

Sarah Constantin’s “Cheat to Win” outlines an effective general strategy for life. Recognizing that many people have overbalanced in the direction of engaging with their personal and ideological opponents, she recommends the value of restricting to people who actually like who you are or what you’re doing.

But wait! Me go too far!

No, I mean… I’m really attracted to the idea. I think educated modern americans in general and rationalists in particular are way too willing to subject their most critical positions to attack, in the former case because of how engaged they are with the wider world, and in the latter case as a matter of principle.

But I have concerns. If you live in Berkeley, and are in the group that defend the rationalists-as-good-living-in-berkeley position, you’ve probably already overbalanced in this direction. Berkeley is the poster child for excessive bubbling. I don’t need to repeat the concerns the rationalist community has already expressed to itself.

Let’s say we’re talking about two social poles. Let’s call them open and closed. American gated communities are fully closed, and missionaries in North Korea are fully open. Got it? Cool.

For me, navigating the open/closed spectrum probably has much the same pattern as navigating the chaos/order spectrum, or the explore/exploit or child mind/adult mind dichotomies. Too much of either one is the end of all good things, and the best strategy is to move back and forth between the two poles depending on context. I accept that there’s a high cost to repeatedly re-calculating my trajectory, and I cheerfully pay that cost.

When I worked at Google News Search, I read about ten newspapers a day, and I was miserable. For a year or two, I have practiced a daily news blackout, catching up maybe once a month, sometimes reading sites like the Weekly Sift that exist to digest the news at a longer time scale than the day to day. I am much happier, and without much loss of engagement.

I think this is because the news (and by extension the open/closed spectrum) also fits a growth/maturity pattern. Engaging with the wider world is supremely useful as a formative experience and should happen a lot during some periods of your life. But once you’ve gained from the formative version of the experience, the returns diminish, and as Sarah herself says in comments, you can thrive with much less frequent updates.

But I also try pretty hard to maintain deep friendships across four natural barriers: country borders, political disagreement, differing subculture pursuits, and socioeconomic class. These friendships are expensive and I will keep them even at much greater than the current cost.

I think that if I had restricted myself to just my supporters in the last few years, I would have, for instance, felt like Hillary Clinton was bulletproof, and been floored and depressed by what happened, instead of prepared for it, and comfortable and productive. I would have missed out on all the ways my opinions have been refined by my most critical friends, and by strangers. I think bubbled people can easily find themselves enticed into toxic incentive gradients. I think having only supporters leaves you unable to reverse advice when necessary.

How do you know when to run towards the open pole, and when to run towards the closed pole? I’m not sure. But I can offer an easy first pass purely based on emotions.

Are you deeply miserable? Then run to the closed pole. Are you deeply comfortable, even smug? Then run to the open pole.

Of course, since this is my first post on lesserwrong, it constitutes an act of opening for me. So I’m hoping for all kinds of uncomfortable, growth inducing disagreement.

Feckin’ Haggis Recipe

Ye cannae gie lungs in th’ US, so ah used th’ meats ah hud a hand.

Loosely adapted frae these thee recipes. Ah used beef coz wa th’ buck nae. Ye can gie th’ weird mince frae yer butcher.



  • 0.5 lb Beef (chunks fer beef stew)
  • 0.5 lb Beef liver
  • 0.5 lb Beef kidney
  • 0.25 lb Oats
  • 0.3 lb Suet
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp pepper
  • 2 tsp all spice
  • 1 splash cookin’ bucky
  • 1 Head Cheese Link Casin’
  • String

Neeps ‘n Tatties:

  • 1 Turnip
  • Handful wee gauld tatties
  • 1 Pint Whipping Cream
  • 2 dollops nice mustard
  • 1 swig whisky
  • Half stick butter
  • Garlic powder
  • Salt and pepper




Toest oats at 350f fur 15 mins. oaps, 23 mins. nae big deal.

Bile meats in water wi’ splash ay bucky fur a while, mebbe 20 minutes.

Mince meats.

Mix everythin’. dornt forgit th’ oats. DORNT FORGIT TH’ OATS.

Stuff everythin’ in th’ heed cheese casin’. tie it wi’ strin’. see picture abune.

Toss it aw in boilin’ water an’ bile fur thee hoors.


Neeps and Tatties:

Dice neep an’ gauld tatties.

Flin’ intae boilin’ water an’ bile fur abit 20 minutes.

Cundie, ‘en flin’ together wi’ butter. season tae taste wi’ garlic powder, salt an’ pepper, ‘en stir until butter melts.

Meanwhile, bile cream, ‘en add tae dollaps ay braw mustard an’ a swig ay whisky an’ stir until th’ sauce coats th’ spoon.


Serve haggis an’ mash together wi’ sauce drizzled ower. ye shoods drizzle aw bonnie goormit style, but aam still nae guid at ‘at.


Turned it bonnie feckin’ weel, didne it?

Royal Milk Tea Ice Cream Recipe

Holy shit.

I came up with this myself.


  • 1 cup Heavy Cream
  • 1 cup Whipped Cream
  • 1 can Royal Milk Tea (equal to 1 cup)
  • 3/4 cup sugar
  • 1 egg


Whisk heavy cream, whipped cream, royal milk tea, and sugar together in a bowl.

Whisk egg separately, then add to the mixture above and whisk everything together.

Put in ice cream maker for 25 minutes.




Chasing The Wind Episode 6 – Government

In episode six of Chasing the Wind, Avi and I talk about government, prompted by a Neil Gaiman essay about the crisis in Syria.



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