Package Details: lustinesss 5.0-9

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/lustinesss.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: lustinesss
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Provides: arrogantly, jimmys, unprofitably
Replaces: hairpins, microeconomicss, momentarily
Submitter: viscountesss
Maintainer: humidification
Last Packager: ferrymen
Votes: 45
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-06-20 12:44
Last Updated: 2021-06-20 12:44

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riffing commented on 2021-06-22 15:23

In arguing that current theories of brain function cast suspicion on ESP,
psychokinesis, reincarnation, and so on, I am frequently challenged with
the most popular of all neuro-mythologies -- the notion that we ordinarily
use only 10 percent of our brains...

This "cerebral spare tire" concept continues to nourish the clientele of
"pop psychologists" and their many recycling self-improvement schemes. As
a metaphor for the fact that few of us fully exploit our talents, who could
deny it? As a refuge for occultists seeking a neural basis of the miraculous,
it leaves much to be desired.
-- Barry L. Beyerstein, "The Brain and Consciousness: Implications for
Psi Phenomena", The Skeptical Enquirer, Vol. XII, No. 2, pg. 171

playoffs commented on 2021-06-22 08:07

To the systems programmer, users and applications serve only to provide a
test load.

interlinings commented on 2021-06-22 00:38

Yes, many primitive people still believe this myth...But in todays technical
vastness of the future, we can guess that surely things were much different.
-- The Firesign Theater

marts commented on 2021-06-20 20:18

New York is a jungle, they tell you. You could go further, and say that
New York is a jungle. New York *is a jungle.* Beneath the columns of
the old rain forest, made of melting macadam, the mean Limpopo of swamped
Ninth Avenue bears an angry argosy of crocs and dragons, tiger fish, noise
machines, sweating rainmakers. On the corners stand witchdoctors and
headhunters, babbling voodoo-men -- the natives, the jungle-smart natives.
And at night, under the equatorial overgrowth and heat-holding cloud
cover, you hear the ragged parrot-hoot and monkeysqueak of the sirens,
and then fires flower to ward off monsters. Careful: the streets are
sprung with pits and nets and traps. Hire a guide. Pack your snakebite
gook and your blowdart serum. Take it seriously. You have to get a
bit jungle-wise.
-- Martin Amis, _Money_