My foray into woodworking began and ended with figuring “sheesh, custom picture frames are so expensive, how hard could it be?!”…

By the end of that experience, nothing felt real anymore. Every foolishly pure mathematical concept, every platonic ideal - shameful indulgences of the young and weak. Our grand edifices of knowledge, little more than piles of tattered rags with which we clothe our nakedness, arrogant and hubristic in our vulgar conceits.

Don’t do it y’all. That abyss gazes back.

After listening to some of the Behind the Bastards on Thiel’s Antichrist obsession, his names for things are more understandable. Not by being sensible, by his demonstrated tendency to read things and take interpretations from them that make no sense to anyone else.

So yeah I’m sure he’s got some nutso bananas reinterpretation of what a Palantir is, etc.

He seems unwell, truly.