Ooh, I know! I’d not exactly call it a moral panic but there were people who were convinced that people would be driving off cliffs or getting lost in the mountains because they didn’t have the skills to read a paper map properly. Wasn’t very convincing, especially as if people are determined to be stupid enough to drive off a cliff without noticing they’re going to find a way to do that even if there’s a big sign in front of them saying “Cliff, do not drive off”.

In much of the world online mapping services still aren’t anywhere near the standard of a proper topological map and there’s really no substitute for (say) an Ordnance Survey map if you’re climbing in the Cuillins, but that’s not the fault of GPS.

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“There was a whole chain of separate departments dealing with proletarian literature, music, drama, and entertainment generally. Here were produced rubbishy newspapers containing almost nothing except sport, crime, and astrology, sensational five-cent novelettes, films oozing with sex, and sentimental songs which were composed entirely by mechanical means on a special kind of kaleidoscope known as a versificator.”

Put down the Ayn Rand bong, please. I don’t think any federated network in Internet history (and I’m including Usenet) ever had a need for some hypercomplex reputation/coinage/exchange… thing. You think this would be a great idea, fine, you do you. You could even fork the software if you wanted to see if you got anywhere. But I really don’t think there’s any traction whatever in this idea.

From the comments: “Putting my conspiracy theory hat on, the dental hygiene industry in the US is for-profit, like the pharmaceutical, and would rather sell you a treatment than a cure.”

Have these people ever BEEN to the dentist? While I know that certain dental procedures (tooth straightening in kids, whitening, etc) are way overused in the US no dentist worth their salt will allow a check-up to go by without a stern lecture on preventing future trouble. And if they don’t do that then the hygienist most certainly will…

Definitely that. “It’s all covfefe to me”

As a white British dude the problem is that “Telephone” is an Americanism, so I think the solution is that we find an entirely new name to describe speech-like yet utterly incomprehensible-to-the-listener noises that’s completely devoid of cultural appropriation. I suggest “This is all Trump to me”. The game could be “Trump Tweets”.

relatedly, a somewhat common phrase around this side of the world is/was “it’s greek to me”. I don’t know the history of why it came into public lexicon around here (whether it was imported or grew locally), but been curious.

Wikipedia has quite a comprehensive list of similar idioms from a lot of different languages. Chinese gets a lot of mentions, but so do Greek and Spanish. Plus Turkish and Hebrew. As far as I can tell the Chinese describe any incomprehensible language as “Martian”. But “It’s Greek to me” goes right back to the Romans.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_to_me

Switzerland may not be in 14 Eyes, but it’s still got its own surveillance apparatus and Swiss companies are still required to respond to lawful requests from the Usual Agencies. It’s also a signatory to various mutual aid treaties. So I’m not sure how much difference this actually makes in practice beyond “marketing”.

Seems to be like an awesome way to get tech millionaires with weird ideas about education from reading too much Ayn Rand to cough up 27 grand a year to educate their unfortunate kids.

This isn’t the UK government or UK public education policy, to be fair on the UK. It’s a £27,000-per-year private school in London - the sort that helps ram the possibly-not-so-bright kids of the wealthy through their GCSEs and A-Levels.

I like that take on it. This might explain why I always say “please” when asking Siri to do things and say “thank you” to the ATM after it gives me my money.

Huge graveyards seem to be a Catholic thing, IME, not least as the Holy Church of Rome remains pretty weird about cremation. In a lot of other countries grave plots aren’t sold, only leased for a certain period of time, after which whatever bones remain are dug up and reburied along with all the other bones so the plot can be reused. They’re more like safe spaces for decomposition where you can be reasonably certain that nobody’s going to dig a hole to install a new drain and accidentally unearth Zombie Grandma.

I can only assume the 88 is a coincidence. it’s just a coincidence, right? right?

Plenty of propaganda, but Smoky was a real cat – was rescued from a bombed-out building after an air raid by the woman in the picture - Miss Ann Twynam of Paddington (a district of London). While I’m sure his saluting trick didn’t involve taxidermy, I’m sure it involved bribery. Cats basically owned the black market in tuna during the war when pretty much everything was strictly rationed.

“Babe, you’re looking Haplogroup I-M437 tonight. No. Not M-437. Damn, girl, you’re an M-438.”

Rather embarrassingly, Austria Post doesn’t do that but does have “crypto stamps” which are regular stamps only with a QR code linking to an NFT or something. To be fair to Austria Post, though, they are really good at extracting cash from the pockets of overexcitable stamp collectors with gimmickry like this. https://onlineshop.post.at/en-AT/page/crypto-stamp

“Food truck culture” is pretty much a hipsterism as far as I can tell. It’s a posh way of describing regular food of a sort that often gets sold from the back of a van everywhere except it’s made by and for white people and costs twice as much. Their original purpose of selling affordable food reasonably quickly to workers who want some hot food instead of bringing their own lunch to work but don’t have a long enough break to go anywhere to eat was gentrified away a while back.

One of the things I miss about living in Switzerland is that both of the major supermarket groups had lots of self-checkouts and they were the trusting sort, not the ones which weigh everything constantly and hate you. The advantage of an economy with low unemployment and where supermarket work pays a living wage, I guess.

An “Oops, racism!” incident is pretty much inevitable as well, of course.