The Contract Drafting Em by Zack Davis ◦ The special horror when your employer has root on your brain
+
Still Alive by Jonathan Coulton ◦ A smug, sociopathic celebration of survival and science
+
Autogenerated SlidesRaw Git
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## A beautiful but fragile world
-The [original recording is available on youtube](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3L2Tn-YFlKk) as is the better known [Simon and Garfunkel cover](youtube.com/watch?v=-FySFvQoapU).
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+The [original recording is available on youtube](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3L2Tn-YFlKk) as is the better known [Simon and Garfunkel cover](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FySFvQoapU).
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+PREFIX=Zombie_The_Cranberries-
+FILES_TO_LIST=lyrics.txt
+
+gen/${PREFIX}lyrics.txt: lyrics.txt
+ cp lyrics.txt gen/${PREFIX}lyrics.txt
+
+include ../Makefile.common
diff --git a/songs/Zombie_The_Cranberries/README.md b/songs/Zombie_The_Cranberries/README.md
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+# Zombie
+## by The Cranberries
+## All the things that can only be done while here
+
+This song is about the [Warrington bombings](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warrington_bombings)
+and [The Troubles](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Troubles)
+that they are part of.
+It is about innocent people and children dying.
+
+> **More than 3,500 people were killed in the conflict, of whom 52% were civilians,**
+> 32% were members of the British security forces,
+> and 16% were members of paramilitary groups.
+
+--- [The Troubles](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Troubles), Wikipedia. (emphasis from nik)
+
+[official youtube video](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ejga4kJUts)
diff --git a/songs/Zombie_The_Cranberries/gen/Zombie_The_Cranberries-lyrics.txt b/songs/Zombie_The_Cranberries/gen/Zombie_The_Cranberries-lyrics.txt
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+Another head hangs lowly
+Child is slowly taken
+
+And the violence,
+caused such silence
+Who are we mistaken
+
+But you see, it's not me
+It's not my family
+In your head, in your head,
+they are fighting
+
+With their tanks,
+and their bombs
+And their bombs,
+and their guns
+In your head, in your head
+they are crying
+
+In your head, in your head
+Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
+What's in your head,
+in your head
+Zombie, zombie,
+zombie-ie-ie, oh
+
+(Du, du, du, du, du
+Du, du, du, du, du
+Du, du, du, du, du
+Du, du, du, du, du)
+
+Another mother's breaking
+Heart is taking over
+
+When the violence
+causes silence
+We must be mistaken
+
+It's the same old theme
+Since 1916
+
+In your head, in your head,
+they're still fighting
+With their tanks,
+and their bombs
+And their bombs,
+and their guns
+
+In your head, in your head,
+they are dying
+
+In your head, in your head
+Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
+What's in your head,
+in your head
+Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
+
+Oh oh oh oh oh oh
+oh, ay, oh, ya ya
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+
+
+ Zombie
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
This song is about the Warrington
+bombings and The Troubles that
+they are part of. It is about innocent people and children dying.
+
+
More than 3,500 people were killed in the conflict, of whom
+52% were civilians, 32% were members of the British security
+forces, and 16% were members of paramilitary groups.
+Another head hangs lowly
+Child is slowly taken
+
+And the violence,
+caused such silence
+Who are we mistaken
+
+But you see, it's not me
+It's not my family
+In your head, in your head,
+they are fighting
+
+With their tanks,
+and their bombs
+And their bombs,
+and their guns
+In your head, in your head
+they are crying
+
+In your head, in your head
+Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
+What's in your head,
+in your head
+Zombie, zombie,
+zombie-ie-ie, oh
+
+(Du, du, du, du, du
+Du, du, du, du, du
+Du, du, du, du, du
+Du, du, du, du, du)
+
+Another mother's breaking
+Heart is taking over
+
+When the violence
+causes silence
+We must be mistaken
+
+It's the same old theme
+Since 1916
+
+In your head, in your head,
+they're still fighting
+With their tanks,
+and their bombs
+And their bombs,
+and their guns
+
+In your head, in your head,
+they are dying
+
+In your head, in your head
+Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
+What's in your head,
+in your head
+Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
+
+Oh oh oh oh oh oh
+oh, ay, oh, ya ya
+
+Raw Git Folder
+
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+Another head hangs lowly
+Child is slowly taken
+
+And the violence,
+caused such silence
+Who are we mistaken
+
+But you see, it's not me
+It's not my family
+In your head, in your head,
+they are fighting
+
+With their tanks,
+and their bombs
+And their bombs,
+and their guns
+In your head, in your head
+they are crying
+
+In your head, in your head
+Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
+What's in your head,
+in your head
+Zombie, zombie,
+zombie-ie-ie, oh
+
+(Du, du, du, du, du
+Du, du, du, du, du
+Du, du, du, du, du
+Du, du, du, du, du)
+
+Another mother's breaking
+Heart is taking over
+
+When the violence
+causes silence
+We must be mistaken
+
+It's the same old theme
+Since 1916
+
+In your head, in your head,
+they're still fighting
+With their tanks,
+and their bombs
+And their bombs,
+and their guns
+
+In your head, in your head,
+they are dying
+
+In your head, in your head
+Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
+What's in your head,
+in your head
+Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
+
+Oh oh oh oh oh oh
+oh, ay, oh, ya ya
diff --git a/speeches/Jodie_Speech_2025.md b/speeches/Jodie_Speech_2025.md
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+# Jodie's 2025 speech at Montreal's solstice
+## By Jodie
+
+[[canonical post]](https://jodie.website/#solstice25)
+
+On the face of it humans aren't very equipped for survival.
+We have no claws to defend ourselves, no fur to protect us from the cold and the sun. But what we have is one unique trait that allowed us to thrive: imagining the future.
+
+Through predictive modelling, long term planning and a fair bit of wishful thinking, we didn't just hope a better world was possible, we were able to execute on our plans and mould the world into the shape of our fantasies.
+
+We imagined a world where a mother didn't have to watch her child die of smallpox... and then we made that world real.
+Our ancestors looked at the sky and imagined touching it. And their grandchildren left footprints on the moon.
+
+Most of our problems are a failure of imagination. If we only believe in shitty futures. How can we plan for utopia? We have a moral duty to use our powers to imagine futures that should exist.
+
+Tonight, on this darkest day, we do what our ancestors did: we gather, we speculate, and we steal warmth from the future. May the worlds we conjure tonight be the ones we build tomorrow.
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+# Natural Questions
+## By Seneca
+
+The time will come when diligent research over long periods will bring to light things which now lie hidden.
+A single lifetime, even though entirely devoted to the sky, would not be enough for the investigation of so vast a subject...
+And so this knowledge will be unfolded only through long successive ages.
+There will come a time when our descendants will be amazed that we did not know things that are so plain to them...
+Many discoveries are reserved for ages still to come, when memory of us will have been effaced.
+Our universe is a sorry little affair unless it has in it something for every age to investigate...
+Nature does not reveal her mysteries once and for all.
+
+--- Seneca, Natural Questions, Book 7, first century. From Carl Sagan’s Comos (how the book starts)
+[make sure to say it’s a quote from the first century AD]
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+# The Meditation on Winter
+## By Raymond Arnold
+
+[[original lw post]](https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/pnhjfkcBpzGp7gFTJ/the-meditation-on-winter)
+
+[Preface section omitted]
+
+The winter solstice is the longest night of the year. It marks the beginning of the return of the light.
+
+But it does not mark the end of the cold.
+
+The Solstice is the moment when winter begins to slow its descent. But a slowly descending winter is still a deepening winter. The world grows colder for another two months. Tomorrow, the world will be brighter than it is today. But it will not be any warmer. Not yet. Tomorrow, we will be wiser than we were yesterday. But it won’t be enough.
+
+Somewhere out there, at this moment, someone is hurting. And they need help desperately, and they are alone.
+
+And we're not going to help them.
+
+And if we did, there would be another. And another.
+
+Somewhere out there, someone is sick. Their body is wasting away. And humanity knows the cure – it’s dead simple. We have the power to save them. But we have not yet built the social and logistical networks to find them, and get them the care they need.
+
+Somewhere out there, someone else is sick, and we don’t know the cure. And even if our best scientists gave it their all, it’ll be years before the right person glimpses the right clues and puts the solution together.
+
+...
+
+And, here, somewhere in our community, or at least our broader social network... there is probably someone who is hurting.
+
+They may have asked for help. Maybe some people tried to help them. Maybe some friends and family poured their soul and burned their reserves to lift heaven and earth… but it wasn’t enough.
+
+Maybe they tried reaching out to help, and some friends put in some token effort... but everyone was a bit busy. And no one made it their priority.
+
+If you're in here, and this is you... I'm sorry.
+
+I can't promise that we'll do better tomorrow, or the next day. The most I can promise is that over time, as our community strengthens itself with the tools to help and heal humanity, we will also strive to heal and help each other as best we can.
+
+In the meanwhile, it is a brute fact that there are people – in here, out there – who are going to be okay someday, but are not okay right now. And it will be a long time before they become their brightest self.
+
+...
+
+...
+
+...
+
+And…
+
+...meanwhile...
+
+...somewhere out there in the world, right now, someone is shivering.
+
+Their lungs ache in the bitter cold. Their arms are numb. Every so often, they press their stiff fingers against their breast, stealing a sliver of heat from their heart – warming their hand enough to clumsily manipulate a tattered blanket.
+
+And as their fingers touch their heart, the numbness is suddenly replaced by pain. It itches and burns and spasms in the cold. Meanwhile the blanket barely even helps, just delays the inevitable. They bleed calories into the darkness.
+
+By tomorrow morning, that person will be dead.
+
+And we can’t help them.
+
+And if somehow we did, there would be another, and another. Because we haven’t actually defeated winter. Not yet.
+
+It's a true fact that every breath you take, approximately seven people die. It’s another true fact that grieving for each death with each breath is impossible, and unhealthy. It is not a winning step on our journey. I think one of the hardest, most important skills is to hold these two facts in a single mind.
+
+But I think there is something valuable, once a year, to remember. To feel all that death and suffering as fully as you can.
+
+In a moment, I’m going to blow out this candle, and we’re going to sit in the darkness for a few minutes, thinking about… whatever it is that you need to think about right now.
+
+But first, we’re going to take seven breaths together.
+
+...
+
+_The speaker leads seven deep breaths._
+
+...
+
+_The speaker blows out the last candle._
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+
+
+
+ Jodie's 2025 speech at Montreal's solstice
+
+
+
+
+
On the face of it humans aren’t very equipped for survival. We have
+no claws to defend ourselves, no fur to protect us from the cold and the
+sun. But what we have is one unique trait that allowed us to thrive:
+imagining the future.
+
Through predictive modelling, long term planning and a fair bit of
+wishful thinking, we didn’t just hope a better world was possible, we
+were able to execute on our plans and mould the world into the shape of
+our fantasies.
+
We imagined a world where a mother didn’t have to watch her child die
+of smallpox… and then we made that world real. Our ancestors looked at
+the sky and imagined touching it. And their grandchildren left
+footprints on the moon.
+
Most of our problems are a failure of imagination. If we only believe
+in shitty futures. How can we plan for utopia? We have a moral duty to
+use our powers to imagine futures that should exist.
+
Tonight, on this darkest day, we do what our ancestors did: we
+gather, we speculate, and we steal warmth from the future. May the
+worlds we conjure tonight be the ones we build tomorrow.
The time will come when diligent research over long periods will
+bring to light things which now lie hidden.
+A single lifetime, even though entirely devoted to the sky, would not be
+enough for the investigation of so vast a subject…
+And so this knowledge will be unfolded only through long successive
+ages.
+There will come a time when our descendants will be amazed that we did
+not know things that are so plain to them…
+Many discoveries are reserved for ages still to come, when memory of us
+will have been effaced.
+Our universe is a sorry little affair unless it has in it something for
+every age to investigate…
+Nature does not reveal her mysteries once and for all.
+
— Seneca, Natural Questions, Book 7, first century. From Carl Sagan’s
+Comos (how the book starts) [make sure to say it’s a quote from the
+first century AD]
+edit
+
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+
+
+
+ The Meditation on Winter
+
+
+
+
+
The winter solstice is the longest night of the year. It marks the
+beginning of the return of the light.
+
But it does not mark the end of the cold.
+
The Solstice is the moment when winter begins to slow its descent.
+But a slowly descending winter is still a deepening winter. The world
+grows colder for another two months. Tomorrow, the world will be
+brighter than it is today. But it will not be any warmer. Not yet.
+Tomorrow, we will be wiser than we were yesterday. But it won’t be
+enough.
+
Somewhere out there, at this moment, someone is hurting. And they
+need help desperately, and they are alone.
+
And we’re not going to help them.
+
And if we did, there would be another. And another.
+
Somewhere out there, someone is sick. Their body is wasting away. And
+humanity knows the cure – it’s dead simple. We have the power to save
+them. But we have not yet built the social and logistical networks to
+find them, and get them the care they need.
+
Somewhere out there, someone else is sick, and we don’t know the
+cure. And even if our best scientists gave it their all, it’ll be years
+before the right person glimpses the right clues and puts the solution
+together.
+
…
+
And, here, somewhere in our community, or at least our broader social
+network… there is probably someone who is hurting.
+
They may have asked for help. Maybe some people tried to help them.
+Maybe some friends and family poured their soul and burned their
+reserves to lift heaven and earth… but it wasn’t enough.
+
Maybe they tried reaching out to help, and some friends put in some
+token effort… but everyone was a bit busy. And no one made it their
+priority.
+
If you’re in here, and this is you… I’m sorry.
+
I can’t promise that we’ll do better tomorrow, or the next day. The
+most I can promise is that over time, as our community strengthens
+itself with the tools to help and heal humanity, we will also strive to
+heal and help each other as best we can.
+
In the meanwhile, it is a brute fact that there are people – in here,
+out there – who are going to be okay someday, but are not okay right
+now. And it will be a long time before they become their brightest
+self.
+
…
+
…
+
…
+
And…
+
…meanwhile…
+
…somewhere out there in the world, right now, someone is
+shivering.
+
Their lungs ache in the bitter cold. Their arms are numb. Every so
+often, they press their stiff fingers against their breast, stealing a
+sliver of heat from their heart – warming their hand enough to clumsily
+manipulate a tattered blanket.
+
And as their fingers touch their heart, the numbness is suddenly
+replaced by pain. It itches and burns and spasms in the cold. Meanwhile
+the blanket barely even helps, just delays the inevitable. They bleed
+calories into the darkness.
+
By tomorrow morning, that person will be dead.
+
And we can’t help them.
+
And if somehow we did, there would be another, and another. Because
+we haven’t actually defeated winter. Not yet.
+
It’s a true fact that every breath you take, approximately seven
+people die. It’s another true fact that grieving for each death with
+each breath is impossible, and unhealthy. It is not a winning step on
+our journey. I think one of the hardest, most important skills is to
+hold these two facts in a single mind.
+
But I think there is something valuable, once a year, to remember. To
+feel all that death and suffering as fully as you can.
+
In a moment, I’m going to blow out this candle, and we’re going to
+sit in the darkness for a few minutes, thinking about… whatever it is
+that you need to think about right now.
+
But first, we’re going to take seven breaths together.
