Monthly Archives: September 2015

Extreme Intelligence or Just Being a Jerk?

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In this article “7 Surprising Downsides of Being Extremely Intelligent” (h/t Maggie’s Farm) this one caught my eye:

4. People may get annoyed that you keep correcting them in casual conversation.

When you know that someone’s just said something completely inaccurate, it’s hard to stifle the urge to clarify.

But you’ve got to be extremely sensitive to the fact that other people may be embarrassed and offended by your actions — or risk losing some friends.

Being intelligent is a bummer, says Raxit Karramreddy, “when you correct people each and every time to a point that they stop hanging around with you or stop talking with you.”

I admit that I do this occasionally, not that I’m extremely intelligent or anything, in fact my intelligence level would probably be best classified as “just smart enough to get myself into trouble and then back out again”. But really, is a compulsion to correct people a side effect of extreme intelligence?

There are certain people who insist on always being “right” and always knowing more than everyone else, but I think of this more as a person trying really hard to seem extremely intelligent, but not convinced in their own mind. It screams to me of someone who is very invested in others thinking of them as super smart.

The other day, we were at our local [private fraternal club] visiting with some friends, and a man we hadn’t seen in a couple of years was there and came over to join us. He was one of these types of people. Does he know a lot of stuff? Yes, absolutely. Is he more intelligent than most? Yes, definitely. Is he extremely intelligent? Ehhhh, not really. No matter what the subject was, he knew more about it that anyone else, kept interrupting to point out his superior knowledge, and one-upped like a mofo.

On the internet, people like this are the “Ruler of the 10 Second Google Search”. You could have spent 3 weeks researching PubMed and other medical studies on an obscure subject like Oil Pulling (new post coming soon, LOL), and if you mention it, they will find the most ridiculous snake oil article online and lambaste the whole concept. You could have lived in a certain town for your entire life, but make a claim about how it is there, and wham, 10 seconds later they throw a wikipedia page at you that claims otherwise. Because you know, of course, wikipedia has no agenda to push or anything like that. 🙂 Their 10 second search trumps your lifetime of knowledge.

Another type of people like that are those who have the dirt on everyone. You mention someone and these people know all about them and spill all the dirt. Sure, yeah, I’m guilty of that too 😦 but after seeing a few really bad examples lately of people doing that while cramming their foot down their throat, this is one thing that I am going to do my best to quit.

I know a lot of crazy-smart people who don’t do the things listed in that article, so I really don’t think that any of those 7 things are indicative of extreme intelligence, I think they are an indication of a lack of social skills, a superiority complex, and probably a high score on the autism spectrum quotient, which usually comes with a higher (but not always extreme) intelligence. People with social issues sometimes latch onto their intelligence like a life jacket in the ocean, and then it becomes their identity. They have to be the smartest person in the room or their sense of identity crumbles.

Simple Rice Beer Recipe

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I’ve made a few posts with my recipe for rice beer, but they were unnecessarily complex. After a few years of making it, I have it down to the absolute basics. I’s super easy to make with very little effort on my part and it’s fast. You can have ~18 pints ready to drink within about 6 days for about $12 with no expensive specialty equipment. It’s been made in China for about 9000 years.

While boiling 1-1/2 gal spring water in a 12 quart stockpot, I soak and rinse 12 cups of sweet glutenous rice 3 times. When the water is at a rolling boil i add the well-drained rice and stir constantly until it gets thick. I remove from heat and stir a little longer to make sure the bottom doesn’t burn. Cover and let sit overnight.

I use a sturdy metal spatula to layer the cooled rice (it’s thick and sticky) into a 2 gallon glass jar (walmart – $10 – cookie jar? with lid) with 2 crushed Chinese yeast balls. The temp doesn’t seem to matter as long as it’s cooler than 100F. I don’t worry about sterilization, and haven’t had a problem. Wet a white tea towel and put between jar and lid. Put in a cooler in a warm room for 24 hours.

Stir after 24 hours and then twice a day for 4-5 days. It should be bubbling merrily. When the floating rice gets thin, scoop 4 cups into a new, clean bucket (Home Depot) lined with a paint strainer (mesh bag w elastic) and squeeze liquid out, Toss waste rice. Continue until all rice is strained.

I use Grolsch bottles (about 18 of them) and a funnel. Leave room for expansion; stop where bottle narrows and cap it. Put in a soft-sided cooler (in case of explosions LOL) for 2 days to bottle ferment (I like it fizzy) and then put the cooler in the fridge until cold. Before opening a bottle, put in freezer for 15-20 minutes to reduce the pressure, It opens like a shaken champagne bottle – POW! Drape with a tea towel or open outside; sometimes you have to burp it.

Everyone LOVES this drink! I hope you enjoy my recipe

What Farmville 2 Has Taught Me about Life Today

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You get 2 kids before you are engaged. Your Sweetheart just shows up one day and refuses to leave; no matter how hard you ignore him, he’s still around waving at you and being generally needy for attention. You don’t get to choose your sweetheart, but you do get to change him and dress him, LOL. He spends most of his time outside, lying on his back, staring at the clouds and hot air balloons. Yes, there are hot air balloons.

Then one day, without a by-your-leave, he totes home a baby from the neighboring village. I have no clue where he gets the kid, but then it’s up to you to feed the damn thing until it’s grown enough to fend for itself. When that one is barely out of the baby carriage, here he comes, wheeling another baby home. Where does it all end? You haven’t even made a commitment, and already there are two rug-rats waving and being as needy for attention as your Sweetheart.

Your family plays and goofs off all day while you run your butt off planting and feeding, and then, once a day they get to do something cool like diving for pearls, hunting mushrooms, and exploring caves. First though, before they will do this, they demand a meal and then drop crumbs everywhere. The kids don’t even have to go to school. How do I sign up for this childhood?

There are lots of other people that visit, too. Strangers show up unannounced at your farm, and instead of getting your shotgun to run them off with a butt load of rock salt, you put them to work. Some of them are just wandering around unattended, probably getting into mischief, but the well trained ones sit patiently (sometimes for seven or eight hours!) waiting for migrant labor work. After they do their job, they run off down the road; you don’t even have to build them a shanty town to stay in. Sweet deal!

After a while, once you get good at farming, you are encouraged to join a commie co-op, and share the fruit of your hard labor. Just like real life, in your co-op the people who give the most rarely ask for anything, but the biggest beggars are the stingiest. Also the slackers get just as many “favors” (prizes for making the goal that can be used to buy stuff) as the hardest worker. Everyone gets a gold star!

You all work towards a common goal of a certain number of recipes made, and of course, the harder you work, the harder they make you work. Say your co-op makes more recipes than needed; the number of recipes will increase the next time around. If the co-op doesn’t meet the goal, the number of recipes decreases. From each according to his ability, to each according to his need, amirite comrade?

If you are gone for a few days you turn into a virtual prodigal farmer, they give you tons of free stuff and make everything extra easy and rewarding to suck you back in. Do they give all this stuff to the hard workers that have slaved for weeks without leaving? Nope. Just the quitters who walk away without saying goodbye and then show up again, without calling, get the fatted calf.

Speaking of fatted calf, almost all recipes are vegetarian except for a few fish dishes, and those fish dishes are formidably expensive. You are unable to harvest meat from other animals. What do you get from a nice fat pig? Mud. You get mud. What the hell? Sure, from the cows you get milk and cheese, and you get eggs from chickens, but no bacon from your pigs? Surely that is sacrilege.

During gay pride week, they gave out rainbow fences “to celebrate the right to love”, so I made a little double, super-gay corner on my farm; it even kind of sparkles. I put all of my gay donkeys in there to graze and “love”.

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On one of my farms (I have two), my neighbors are real people playing the game and we chat on the message board, etc. The other farm has fake people, which makes it infinitely more interesting. Why on Earth would they make a fake co-op full of fake people? The mind, it wobbles.

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