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Jaron Lanier:’ The mixture is to double down on being human’


Hes the Silicon Valley visionary who gave us virtual reality. Now, in a new memoir-cum-manifesto, Jaron Lanier recounts his sad, odd childhood and calls for a re-evaluation of our ties with the digital environment

Jaron Lanier has written a volume about virtual reality, a phrase he coined and a hypothesi he did often to develop. It has the heady designation Dawn of the New Everything . But it’s also a anecdote of his growing up and when you read it, what you really want to talk to him about is parenting. Lanier is 57, but his childhood as he describes it was so sad and so inventive and so extreme, it reaches him virtually seem fated to seek alternative worlds.

Lanier’s mothers met in New York. His father, Lilly, blond and light-skinned and Jewish, had somehow talked her way out of a” pop-up concentration camp” in Vienna after the Anschluss, aged 15. The family of “his fathers”, Ellery, had escaped a brutal genocide in Ukraine. They met as part of a curve of creators in Greenwich Village in the 1950 s. Lilly was a painter and a dancer, Ellery an architect, but when Jaron was born in 1960 they moved to El Paso, Texas, right on the border with Mexico. Lanier was never sure why, but he believes it was an effort, given their own childhoods, to” live as obscurely as is practicable”, off grid. His father did not trust American schooling, so “hes been gone” across the border to a Montessori school in Mexico each day; then, after a change of heart, to a Texas public high school, where he was bullied.

When Lanier was roughly 10, his mother was killed and his father severely injured in a gondola accident. The coincidence happened after his mother had understood Lanier assaulted by bullies on the best way of academy. He panicked the two phenomena were connected, that she had been anxious or disconcerted; much afterwards he learned the car she was driving most likely had a lethal defect. After his mother’s death he descended ill with a succession of infections, including scarlet fever and pneumonia, which saved him in hospital for a year.

During this time their house in El Paso burned down and, unemployed and grieve and practically penniless, his father bought a allotment of uninhabited country in the New Mexican desert for them to live on. Ellery earmarked his son to design their brand-new home, which he based on the geodesic domes of R Buckminster Fuller, all the rage with hippies. This was 1972. The dome took two years to construct, and in the meantime father and son lived in an legion surplus tent, bone cold in wintertime, deep fried in summer. They never talked about his mother. Lanier still hated school, but developed a heat for music, and for technology.

Their closest neighbours toiled at the White Sands Missile Range, out in the wilderness. One was the astronomer Clyde Tombaugh, who had discovered Pluto as a young man and who taught Lanier to grind lenses, and tell him play around with the homemade telescopes in his back yard. Almost unable to communicate with strangers, but with a precocious expertise for maths, Lanier took grades at New Mexico State University aged 15 or 16, and then at 17 transferred to Bard college in New York, paying for tuition by selling goat cheese from a flock of goats he had bred.

Returning to New Mexico, he fell in love and followed his girlfriend( whom he had serenaded on their first appointment, in a laundrette, with a Japanese bamboo flute) to California, where she finished with him. He obtained himself alone in the start-up country of Silicon Valley, with a head full of equations that didn’t all add up and a longing for different macrocosms. At this detail in his memoir , not amazingly, Lanier turns outward to the reader:” You might be thinking by now that this journal is a study of mystical realism ,” he suggests.

Talking to him on the phone last week, I admit that I did have my uncertainties. He hoots, with his high titter.” At the time ,” he says of the desert times,” it find almost as if we were living in the frame and not the paint of the world. My personal experience was so different from anything else, I couldn’t even compare, certainly .”

Lanier now lives in Berkeley, California, with his wife, Lena, small children psychologist, their 11 -year-old daughter, Lillibell, and more than hundreds of thousands of musical instruments, ancient and modern, all of which he tries to play. Having made and lost a paper fate with his pioneering virtual reality headsets, he sold an interest in another companionship involved in look approval software to Google in 2006. Since then he has had an innovation laboratory at Microsoft, and become a prominent commentator of the ways in which technology and social media have influenced our world( a disapproval” driven more by dread than adoration “), notably in his bestselling book You Are Not a Gadget .

One aspect of that latter statement is a ideology that we should never separate further consideration of technological improvement from its human effect. In his previous write, Lanier says, he has sometimes accepted a theoretical or abstract tone, as if concerns around virtual macrocosms and neural networks had an independent life of their own. He has exploited the autobiographical singer in the current notebook partly as a statement of intent. It wasn’t easy for him.

” I kind of coped with my mother’s death and lots of other things by putting them out of[ my] intellect ,” he says.” Having to encounter that again was difficult. But I am happy with the channel that digital technology is forcing the world, and I conceive the answer is to double down on being human …”, which leaves Lanier no choice but to set himself all the way into his book.

Perhaps one of the consequences of that is to spring his advances in virtual reality in very human psychology. At one point in the book, he recalls how he and his geeky acquaintances are applied to fantasise about putting a” 4D headset” on a babe immediately after birth and reckon the strangeness “of the worlds” it would experience. I wonder if his own parents had something of the same experimental motivation with the simpler tools they were required to handwriting. He chuckles again, but says that was probably down to the damage of their own childhoods.” I think that people who have suffered deplorable thoughts do have some additional- nearly mystical- investment in “their childrens” ,” he says. Even so, “hes not” sure that his father tolerating him to design their desert residence was the greatest project. He acknowledges he is a little nervous that someone will read his journal and see it as certain challenges:” I do want to reminding that the dome did subsequently downfall .”

He also says that when he reached in Silicon Valley “hes found” like-minded twentysomethings among tech entrepreneurs and hackers: the family of commune residents and serenity demonstrators, who had been brought up with the radical regiman of the childcare leader Dr Spock and who recognised no limits to imagination, and often ego. Counterculture fed directly into plutocratic tech culture.

Lanier with proto-VR gear in 1990. Image: Rex Features

Lanier is often would be interesting to know whether his interest in musical instruments came from the same plaza as his interest in virtual macrocosms. He has no doubt that it does.” I still precisely get a tremendous rapture from hearing brand-new ones ,” he says.” I have been working just now with an Ethiopian instrument called a begena, an old-fashioned harp. Perhaps similar to the one David played in biblical seasons. The style you have to hold it is interesting. That kind of thing enthrals me. It is like time advance … it brings your body’s move into some kind of a connection with people who lived numerous centuries ago .”

In virtual reality terms, Lanier would perhaps call this connection “haptic”, a acces of is available on intimate touch with fragmenting external actualities. One yarn that seems to connect all of his preoccupations over its first year is a restless effort to find brand-new arenas in which to communicate with other parties, as if the conventional ones were not sufficient to. Bluntly, I ask whether he detects this impulse back to the trauma of losing his mother, and his subsequent isolation.

” Yes, apparently so ,” he says.” But then immediately after that I would say:’ Does a desire to communicate stir me different from other people, or does it disclose a commonality ?’ I think it is more the latter. I think we all crave something deeper .”

In the early 1990 s Lanier appeared to believe he might find that extent in the computer-simulated homes he tried to create. He became friends with the likes of Timothy Leary, the philosopher of hallucinogens, and although he never took any medicines himself, Lanier was standing by in case of accident when the Nobel prize-winning physicist Richard P Feynman first experimented with LSD in a hot tub in Big Sur, California.

Lanier believed that virtual worlds could have an impact on the doors of human rights insight comparable to that promoted by the early disciples of psychedelia. He was not alone in this curiosity. On one memorable afternoon he committed demos with his first headsets to Terry Gilliam, the Dalai Lama and Leonard Bernstein. The technology was not without its restrictions, nonetheless. One early example mount of goggles had to be ballasted with sandbags to allow the spectator to continue upright.

Lanier hasn’t lost all of that sect, but he despairs of how the utopian eyesight of that early hacker culture was so quickly corporatised. He says he was always alive to those dangers.

” In 1995 I wrote this paper announced Agents of Alienation, about the chance that one day computer network would have these automated agents, “whats called” bots now, which could be used to influence ad and politics, and everything would become unhinged .” Trump, he advocates, is symptomatic of that prophesied world.” Moving back to the 80 s and 90 s … there were these vivid arguings about the nature of actuality make use of people I like and respect, like Richard Dawkins and Daniel Dennett. Their statement was that we already have the basic drawing of understanding how thought efforts, and so we can create algorithmic methods that capture insight, that practise wisdom. I thought that was a huge trap- that it would turn into this house of reflects that could be controlled by whoever was the most difficult asshole .”

Given that we have arrived at something like that future, what does he guess our relationship should now be with the reality-creators in Silicon Valley?” My inclination be interpreted to mean that parties should become acquainted enough with what information and communication technologies can do so that they are less likely to be fooled by it. If you have learned a little of magical, you are less likely to be tricked by a supernatural establish, but you still might enjoy the implementation of its a lot .”

And does he still is argued that Virtual Reality worlds- he was a fan of early versions like Second Life – can take us out of ourselves, be a civilising patrol?

” There is a funny happening when a brand-new medium is demonstrated by ,” he says.” It takes a while to find itself. Early cinema is precious, but we couldn’t watch it is currently. With virtual reality, I think there are cases where it have so far been supported its quality, in considering post-traumatic stress, for example, or helping people overcome cravings. I think it will eventually become a proper medium of art and culture, but you can’t introduced a schedule on that .”

On the one mitt, I say, his journal is an implied technological penetration into those futuristic potentials, but it also reads a bit like an old-fashioned superstition of seeking out new world and find them at home. Towards the end of the book, ended with his wife and young daughter, he acknowledges to something that hasn’t been so evident in the questing that has been going on: pleasure. Did he come to the conclusion that real life was more important than other worlds?

Lanier discovers his impulse to seek ways of communicating back to the deaths among his mother in a vehicle disintegrate, when he was a child. Image: Saroyan Humphrey for the Observer

” That priority was always clearly defined ,” he says.” Virtual macrocosms can be a part of real life, but this notion that they could be on an equal footing is truly abhorrent to me .”

At the very end of his memoir he writes about his father, Ellery, expiring in 2014. Given that it seems Ellery adjusted a lot of his ambition in motion, I ask him what his father make use of his achievements. He suffocates up on the phone, before answering.

” It is no longer an dialogue we had ,” he says.” I think he was proud of me. And I think he was counteracted, because you know, when you have a strange teenager, who knows what is going to happen? But I don’t know. As a parent, though, I have found that a poisonous thought is to try to impose your own hopes on your child. I have been recurred wondering if I would have pleased my mother, but it is so hard to reckon what she would have been like had she lived …”

We’re at the end of our allotted hour on the phone and it seems a good point at which to close. Before he goes, Lanier says, pointedly, that he wants to note that we” haven’t really talked about virtual reality, which is the theme of my volume …”

I’m surprised he thinks this, and I make noises about how I’m not a specialist and wouldn’t feel qualified to objection him on the specifics of the science. But also, in my subconsciou, I detect we have talked of little else.

* Dawn of the New Everything: A Journey Through Virtual reality by Jaron Lanier is published by Bodley Head( PS20 ). To guild a emulate for PS17 go to bookshop.theguardian.com or announce 0330 333 6846

I Have Sex While I’m Sleeping And I Can’t Control It


Imagine it’s your first night with a new roommate, and they drop this warning on you: “Hey, you should know I’m kind of a sleepwalker, only instead of walking, I have nasty unconscious sex with whoever is near. Well, goodnight!” Incredibly, that is a real thing. It’s called sexsomnia, and it is totally recognized by the International Classification of Sleep Disorders. We talked to “James,” who has suffered from this for most of his adult life.


The First Time, He Thought He Was Being Raped

“That first experience was with the girl I was dating at the time,” says James. “I was 17. That was the first girl I was dating who I was sleeping over regularly with, and also, probably not coincidentally, around this time, I had started drinking. That’s a big factor in sexsomnia. I woke up mid-sex without any memory of how or why the girl was on top of me. I don’t know if this was the first time it happened, but it was certainly the first time it happened and progressed to the stage where there was enough physical activity and noise happening that I then woke up a bit, toward the end.”

He froze. He was confused and frightened, because he assumed his partner had violated him while he was sound asleep. She finished; he never slept with her again, and ultimately ghosted. It wasn’t until years later that James realized he probably initiated it.

“My next serious girlfriend made an offhand comment a few times. The next morning, she’d be saying, ‘You tried to do such and such last night, but I think you were sleeping because you weren’t really speaking to me,’ that kind of thing. I’d apologize for it and we’d talk about it. And maybe the second or third time, I thought there might be a connection.”


It Seems Like A Very Vivid Sex Dream

Science isn’t totally sure what causes sexsomnia. It’s not exactly the easiest thing to study. James doesn’t believe he has a higher than average libido in waking life. And even weirder, his sexual preferences change dramatically when he’s asleep. He’ll find out he, uh, did things he wouldn’t normally be aroused by. OK, we’ll just say it: During sleep sex, he’s suddenly super into butt stuff.

“Sometimes it’ll be accompanied by a kind of vague sex dream. Again, it’s hard to tell if it’s a dream or if it’s me coming in and out of consciousness and being sort of partially aware of what’s actually happening. I’ve had it happen a few times where my wife will say, ‘Oh, you did such and such in your sleep last night,’ and I’ll say, ‘You know, I thought that was a dream that time!’ There was a time where I was just kissing my wife’s butt cheeks repeatedly for a long, long time. And I thought it was just some sort of weird fever dream, because whether I’m sleeping or awake, why would I just do that for a long time? Why wouldn’t there be some sort of escalation of it? I was sure that was a strange dream I had. Nope.”

So, big deal, right? He’s simply sleepily initiating sex with women he already has an intimate relationship with, who always assume he’s awake and go along with it. Really, how could this ever possibly go wrong?


Well, He Once Fell Asleep In The Middle Of A Party …

Most of us have at least one embarrassing drunk moment in our lives. Maybe you puked in a friend’s car, or peed your pants, or accidentally ate dish detergent packets. Whatever you did, you probably still feel kind of embarrassed when you think about it or when people bring it up. Now amplify that shame and embarrassment by a factor of “all the numbers,” and you’ll understand where James is coming from.

“After drinking way too much wine, I fell asleep on the floor at a party. A room full of people — some friends, but most strangers and acquaintances — were then treated to the sight of me thrusting vigorously into the wooden floorboards, complete with sex moans. When I woke up from my drunken slumber, the men in the room took great delight in telling me what they’d witnessed, while the women all glared at me like I was a creep …”

After all, would any of them assume “sexsomnia” as the cause? How many of you had even heard that word before today? They probably thought he was putting on a show. “Still to this day … there are certain women who were there who definitely look at me in a really disgusting and strange way.”

Now think of the implications. James had found out that no, in fact, this condition isn’t magically confined to situations where he’s cuddled up against a consenting sex partner. It can happen any time he falls asleep.


Falling Asleep Will Never Not Be Risky

James started taking precautions. He made sure he had his own room, he didn’t crash with friends, and he avoided alcohol when possible. But he still had normal human desires, like not being desperately alone on a tiny rock hurtling through the infinite void toward oblivion. Plus he wanted sex of the non-sleeping variety. So he started to date again, and holy shit, was that a can of worms.

“There was all the normal anxiety that goes with a first date, but then I had to reckon with, ‘If she wants to come back to my place or I want to go back to her place, how do I have this conversation in a way that isn’t going to completely ruin the night?'”

He then he decided to see a doctor. Hoping to avoid an awkward night in a sleep clinic, he kept a journal of his abnormal nighttime behaviors, aided by his then-girlfriend. It was enough for an initial diagnosis of sexsomnia. After finding out alcohol exacerbates the condition, he stopped drinking entirely. It helped, but was by no means a cure. After his diagnosis, he realized he’d have to disclose his condition to any potential partners before things went very far. It’s easy to make glib jokes about this because, you know, he started humping a floor at a party. But for all he knew, he was fully capable of committing sexual assault in his sleep, complete with trauma for the victim and a felony conviction for him.

As far as he knows, he’s never forced himself on an unwilling partner in his sleep. But he’s only so certain that’s true. “In order for me to really know that, I would have to ask everyone I’ve ever shared a bed with if this is something that happened and they didn’t want to tell me about it,” James says. “Which is another thing that can get to you with this — if someone seems a bit off the next day, the worry of, ‘What have I done to them?'”


So He Has Created A System (Which Is Incredibly Life-Limiting)

James is now married to a woman who’s aware of his issues (and kind of into it, to be frank), and he estimates that he has no more than a dozen sexsomnia episodes a year. OK, that actually sounds like a lot. “[T]hat being a dozen times in a year where it’s severe enough and sort of pressing enough that my wife actually wakes up and is aware of what’s happening. That’s another thing that’s really strange about it: It’s very hard to quantify and to figure out exactly what’s happened, because the other person may not actually wake up if there’s just a little bit of touching or kissing, and then you go back to sleep.”

Even though he’s not a sleepwalker, he has a lock on his bedroom door for when guests are in town, for peace of mind. After all … who knows? Is this the kind of thing you take risks with? But that also means that basically the only person he can sleep in the same room with is his wife. “I can’t share a room with a friend or family member. And I don’t really tell them why; I just insist on having my own room, and it makes me look like a bit of an asshole … It’s not just about trying to initiate something with them, it’s also about what I might do on my own.

“I had to go on a business trip with my boss six months ago, and then he booked a twin room, and I had to get my own room. I really don’t want my boss to be sitting up at night reading a book, or to wake up in the middle of the night because I’m orgasming in the bed next to him.”

So what’s your cover story in that situation, if you don’t want to have the “potential sleep rapist” conversation with your employer? If you say, “I snore really bad,” they might be nice about it and say, “Oh, that’s fine, I don’t mind!” or “I have earplugs.” Most people would rather put up with someone snoring or sleepwalking than pay the extra money for a hotel room.

This sort of thing comes up more than you’d think. Like, say, at music festivals — the kind where everyone camps for the weekend. “Last-minute, someone didn’t have a tent and wanted to stay in my tent, when they were already there and had no way of getting one. So I had to navigate that thing of, like, how do I get this person away from me and still be nice and accommodating and find them another place to sleep? Finally he got too drunk anyway and went home.”

Another minefield? Travel. “[Episodes] are most common with people you would be sort of sexually attracted to anyway … I can’t fall asleep on any kind of transport at all … if a woman that you find attractive sits next to you, there’s this thing in your head like, ‘If I fall asleep, I may sexually assault this person.'”


Oh, It Gets Worse

“My wife are at that point where we’re talking about kids,” says James. “I haven’t really been able to figure out a way to have that conversation with her. It’s such a crazy, scary topic. But it’s definitely something that’s weighed on my mind, and I think keep putting off the conversation of when we’re going to start a family partially for that reason.” And sweet sleep-fucking Jesus, it’s not hard to understand why.

“I think the worst-case scenario is what I would do if my kid’s in my bed with me. Or how do I get around that? How do I go about, if I am going to be a loving dad and the kid has a nightmare, like I used to have, how do I tell the kids to leave me alone and not come into my bed? Can I just go ahead and think, ‘Well, it’s probably not going to happen because they’re my child and I’m not attracted to them?’ Is that a risk I ever really want to take?”

Is that a risk you’d take? Is it a risk you can even imagine? We can’t think of any other type of person who has to add “accidental child molestation” to their list of worries about parenthood. “It’s not just that I would initiate something with a kid in the bed, it’s that I would initiate something with my wife and then the kid’s there to watch Mommy and Daddy do that, you know?”


The World Will Rarely Buy This As A Criminal Defense

When sexsomnia turns up in the news, you can bet the word “rape” is somewhere in the headline. As a criminal defense, sexsomnia has been both successful and not so much. The reality is that a sexsomniac could assault someone without consciously meaning to do so, and it would be virtually impossible to determine whether or not they’re telling the truth about it. There was a famous case in the UK last year in which charges were dropped against a man who was accused of raping his partner hundreds of times, using sexsomnia as the excuse.

The Independent

“The conversation around it on Twitter amongst friends, people I generally agree with ideologically, a lot of the conversation was like, ‘This is a bullshit, unethical male excuse. This is rape, this isn’t any kind of condition.'” James has mixed feelings about that, as you can imagine. “You can’t be white-knighting for the guy who’s accused of hundreds of counts of rape, but at the same time, I’m in this position where I understand the condition and I know this is entirely feasible that he has done this and not been aware of it.” Still, he can’t really make that argument without outing himself to some degree. After all, it’s a weird cause for somebody to take up at random.

That said, James believes anyone with a ton of assault allegations against them who blames sexsomnia is full of shit, one way or the other. The issue is disclosure. Continuing to take on new partners without informing them is almost as bad as consciously assaulting someone. “There’s only so much sympathy I can have for you at this stage when you know you’ve had this thing but you continued going to bed with new people and not letting them know what the deal is upfront. If something happens, it is kind of on you.”

Sometimes people just want something to snuggle up to at night — we’d recommend a body pillow.

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Rob& Chyna: the saddest see on Tv


The format of this painfully dull show is identical to other persons of the Kardashian empire: interminable stages of beings sitting in kitchens not dining cheese plates

Is there a least qualified reality reveal starring than Rob Kardashian? If you lined up 10 people from the casting record of A& Es Intervention and Rob Kardashian and had to choose one to base an ongoing television series around, would you ever pick him unless you knew his last name? Isnt this a tragedy? Shouldnt we all be more unnerved?

Sunday nights premiere of the new E! series Rob& Chyna labels the recall of the black sheep Kardashian to the public eye. Hes spent years of his life unwilling to leave his room, which made him to gain( his terms) a control of load. He gazes less comfortable establishing eye linked with other human beings than the little orphan daughter Newt from the movie Aliens. A Los Angeles Dodgers hat covers whats left of the poor people thin, matted hair. His wardrobe consists of T-shirts , nondescript jeans and sneakers. In other paroles, when I watch this astoundingly depressing planned, I watch myself and what I might become( minus the millions of dollars ).

The first few minutes of Rob& Chyna intend to prepare us empathize with Rob and his pregnant fiancee Blac Chyna. As an digression, isnt it a little bit grisly that Blac Chyna extends almost exclusively by the call Chyna in the first escapade now that the original Chyna the former WWE wrestler has died? Its like ransacking through people jewelry after a funeral.

Regardless of what you call her, Blac Chyna is the actual wizard of this display, even if her name is second on the pavilion. She came up from the world-famous row associations of Atlanta and grew something of an entrepreneur, at least in accordance with the rules that we characterize that word in 2016. She took the Kardashian template of monetizing tabloid villainy through a faith of temperament social media ubiquity, branded produces, and now, the final section of the perplex, an E! reality dealership. Shes become a major supporting player in the ongoing Kardashian meta-narrative having a baby with the rapper Tyga, who then leaves her for Kylie Jenner, which leads to Chyna joining armies with Rob. Whether or not her relationship with Rob is genuine or a calculated effort to increase her making potential is not for me to decide (* cough its bullshit cough *) but what is is whether or not this TV show is good. Its not.

Rob& Chyna: get with the wind. Image: E!

If your litmus test for fastening with a program is reacting the issues to does someone fart within the first 10 minutes with a yes, then Rob& Chyna is for you. Spoiler alert, Chyna farts in the car. If “youd prefer” a little bit of drama, then maybe flip over to another canal. Or throw your cable box or streaming device into the nearest open body of water and wander into the town square. Either one is fine with me.

The format of this dreadfully monotonous show is identical to the other outposts of the Kardashian empire: wearisome panoramas of parties driving indulgence gondolas on featureless superhighways, sitting around kitchens not gobbling cheese illustrations, or folding invests for a business expedition that may or may not ever happen. During these situations, mush-mouthed pod parties debate some ill-defined conflict. Someone needs to go to rehab for a ambiguous question. Someone needs to text someone back about a situation that happened off camera. Person experiences disrespected. A party invite is lost in the mail. Watching these substantiates is like speaking the most banal email thread at 3am. Plug sad-eyed agoraphobe Rob Kardashian into this format and you have a medicine for insomnia so potent, the Food and Drug Administration should regulate it.

The ostensible story of this escapade is organized around Rob alleging Chyna of texting people behind his back. He affirms this to be the case because he discovers that Chyna has changed the passcode on her iPhone. He even insinuates that shes robbing up with her ex, Tyga. All of this takes target with Rob spread out comfortably on a bed. Chyna disclaims any misbehavior, then alleges Rob of contacting dames behind her back. He apparently declares it, which I vaguely recollect before my eyelids glued shut for the night. It must be the case, because the very next situation is Chyna in another expensive automobile screaming at Rob to stop texting bitches.

These are the moments one watches actuality Tv for aggressivenes, incoherent holler and curse. This is why I wish the Andy Cohen Bravo model for reality over the ponderous Ryan Seacrest/ Kris Jenner indulgence gabfests. Contrast Rob& Chyna with Bravos Below Deck, currently on its fourth season and with one spinoff under its region. Below Decks premise is simple: introduce a bunch of attractive deckhands on a mega-yacht, cater them with alcohol, and be fostered to melt down every episode. Would you rather watch that or a see starring people extremely famed to realise proper gulls of themselves for your amusement? The react is, neither, Im a grownup who is too busy including price to the culture to demoralize myself with such technicalities, but dont obsess, I picked the show about yachties drunkenly securing up too.

I will say that the producers of Rob& Chyna( which include the titular Rob and Chyna among their grades) do try to spice things up. Scott Disick appears in the role of Robs only friend in the whole world and his chauffeur, schlepping him around Los Angeles like a pasty white-hot Morgan Freeman from Driving Miss Daisy. Theres a memorable situation where Rob strolls into Chynas home in full Eeyore mode, carrying flowers to apologize for texting bitches. Chyna isnt having it, grabs the flowers, chows them in a pool, then kicks Rob out of her live. This is the turning point of the suspect narration, as the rest of the escapade implies Chyna trying to get Rob to text her back, as she has apparently forgetting that she screamed at him to leave her alone while pee-pee all over his romantic gesture. Im sure Rob Kardashian, AKA Calabasas Morrissey, actually took that well.

Finally, Kris Jenner, matriarch of the expansive Kardashian family and former nemesis of Blac Chyna, appears to counsel Chyna on how to deal with Rob. Jenner is shown to be so wise that I half expected her to have grown a whisker, picked up a large wand, and shed on a pointy hat off-screen. Much has been made of how Blac Chyna is so astute and took down the Kardashians by getting engaged to Rob. Thats a nifty little underdog narrative, but if you think that Kris Jenner isnt inventive enough to use this to her advantage and will be the eventual win of this dim-witted competition, then you arent paying attention to the present. Thats fine, since it probably established you pass out from apathy, but the fact remains that one of the last faces you see in this first chapter is Kris Jenner. The whole brainless endeavour is hers and hers alone. Chyna can have a piece, as long as she offer her taxes to her feudal lord.

And they are Rob. At last-place, they found a lane to monetize his mopey appearance and wrinkled robes. Instead of a Shrek-like person they preserve locked away in a basement, he has his own indicate, which only furthers the attainment of the objectives of his family. In exchange, this boy who likely has real clinical depression has to pretend to be a TV wizard. By coincidence, E! has stumbled upon the saddest establish on television, so fitted with existential despair that youd acquire it was drummed up by a government-funded novelist in some sodden Scandinavian country over a bottle of inexpensive scotch. If “youre watching” more than one of the following options episodes, youll likely find yourself not leaving the house for years, just like Rob Kardashian.

Nick Jonas Plunged His “Find You” Music Video& We’re All Freaking Out


OMG, you guys. Today is already a great day. Nick Jonas’ “Find You” music video is eventually here, and it’s truly, really good. Nick Jonas, the international human of sex, is always surprising us with brand new music, and this time it’s something altogether, absolutely classy. Jonas’ new carol, “Find You, ” is the sort of soothing chant to get you in the mood to dance on the beach with a bunch of attractive strangers. Jonas does that in the music video, and it is truly invigorating for me. Can I do that? Is that what a beach day with Jonas is like? If so, sign me up.

Jonas sagged “Find You” on Sept. 14, 2017, and the whole world started bobbing their foremen. We know where to find you, Nick Jonas. You can find him on the radio until forever because this song is catchy AF, y’all. So what does this music video actually symbolize? Who is it about, and why is he driving an expensive automobile so close to the water? Watch out, buster! One of the melodics says, “I look for you in the center of the sun.” I have no clue what that could signify, but do not appear instantly at the sunbathe, beings. It’s not worth it to simply find a whodunit girlfriend that stops secreting from you. No way.

This is Jonas’ second song to come out this summer, and we aren’t mad about it. The sung, “Remember I Told You” was the catchy song released after May. It peculiarity Mike Posner and Anne Marie, and it showcased Jonas’ sultry voice. Mama like. Both songs are completely different, but both are sensual.

One thing is for certain, Jonas knows how to connect with his fans. In October of 2016, he told

Heartbreak is a topic that a lot of parties relate to — the challenges of the next steps in your life, and when some doors close, and how you approach the next ones opening … I interpreted pretty quickly that it was a lot of what my love could relate to. It’s nerve-wracking when[ the sorrows] are as personal as the ones that I shared were. But I feel allayed when I use my writing as a space to treat — it’s extremely therapeutic.

Jonas is getting deep, and I like it.

Here are more melodics to deeply analyze 😛 TAGEND

I took a pill but it didn’t help me numb
I see your face even when my sees are shut
But I never truly know where to find you

I taste the words that keep falling out your mouth
If I could love you I would never put you down
But I never certainly know where to find you

Where to find you
Where to find you
But I never certainly know where to find you
Try, try, try
Try, try, try
Try, try, try
But I never actually know where to find you

I’m guessing, based on the music video, Jonas is stumbling through a sweltering, steamy desert all alone, and finally sees the beautiful California coast. Although one would assume the first stop would be directly into the giant body of water, Jonas instead dances with all the beautiful women working in the beach. Hey, we all have our priorities. Is he looking for that special dame “hes losing” long ago? Is he searching for himself? Oh, Jonas. You are a strange man.

At the end of the video, Jonas climbs into a Lyft on the beach and leaves. Yes, he gets into a freakin’ Lyft. I couldn’t think it is either, but it happened. Times that have intend, or is it cunning commodity placement? Probably a little of both, frankly. Although Jonas never seems to find who he’s looking for, the music video is a yummy treat.

Now, let’s all get out there and shake our hips to this sexy little song and find our inner dance! Afterall, we’re all looking for something.

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Charlottesville restaurateur menaced after he boots patrons for Nazi salute


Charlottesville, Virginia( CNN) Brian Ashworth didn’t want to deal with the mess descending Saturday on Charlottesville, Virginia, so he shut the doors of his favourite breakfast-and-barbecue seam — simply to get a feeling of the dislike on Sunday.

He was in the bureau when one of his employees strolled back to tell him that a woman and four or five men, who appeared at least sympathetic to the previous day’s “Unite the Right” rally, was already in the dining room of Ace Biscuit& Barbecue, less than a mile from where Saturday’s rallyings inaugurated.

Annoyed, Ashworth strolled out to inspect the situation.

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Dad’s tribute to baby killed in disintegrate

Image copyright Luke Ginniver Image caption Luke Ginniver said his daughter Mili Wyn “could defrosted a million hearts”

The father of a six-month-old girl who perished in a vehicle clang has paid tribute to his “smiling bundle of joy”.

Mili Wyn Ginniver and her aunt Anna Williams, 22, died after their automobile stumbled a lorry on the A487 in Gellilydan near Blaenau Ffestiniog in Gwynedd.

The baby’s mother Sioned Williams was driving the car and remains in hospital in a critical but stable condition.

Mili’s father Luke Ginniver “said its a” privilege to be her dad and she imparted him “the best six months of my life.”

“U were a exhilaration to wake up to, such a glad smiling bundle of joy, ” he posted on Facebook.

Image copyright Luke Ginniver Image caption Mili Wyn Ginniver and aunt Anna Williams croaked after the incident near Blaenau Ffestiniog
Image copyright Luke Ginniver Image caption Six-month-old Mili Wyn Ginniver and the family dog Celt died after the disintegrate

“U gave me the best six months of my life and was so proud of the little madam u had now become was looking forward to watching u originate and doing dad things.

“With your smile( you) could defrost a million hearts and your chuckle did nothing but bringing pleasure where ever u were.

“U had a short time but did so much and checked so many things you even had your own little group of friends and was may be necessary to soon but me and mam enjoy u millions and u have taken a huge portion of our hearts.”

Mili, from Blaenau Ffestiniog, and Ms Williams, from Penrhyndeudraeth, expired after the Ford Fiesta they were advancing in crashed with a lorry on 11 January.

The family dog Celt was also killed in the crash.

Two vigils have taken place in Penrhyndeudraeth on Thursday and in Porthmadog on Monday to remember the victims and a fundraising sheet put in by their own families sidekick has now conjured more than PS17, 500.

Image copyright Family Photo Image caption Anna Williams( r) died at the panorama and Mili( liter) died subsequently in hospital

The money will help pay for travel and accommodation costs to Royal Stoke Hospital where Mili’s mother is being treated.

Mr Ginniver too paid tribute to Anna Williams and his beloved pet dog.

“Anna Wyn was just a sister to me, ” he added.

“I will miss u Celt the crazy bird-dog was like our first child and a protective friend to Mili Wyn.

“U were one crazy dog and me and mam adored u to flecks and a one in a million. Never have I envisioned a baby look at a dog with so much better adoration take care of her up there my old-fashioned mate.

“I love u all so much and I will ever cherish u all sleep close-fisted angels.”

Image caption Ribbon were tied around trees at vigils to the crash martyrs

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Wimbledon 2017: The prowes of queuing for the Wimbledon Queue


Wimbledon( CNN) On a muggy London summer’s day a middle-aged Australian maiden examines out at the snaking creek of humanity before her. She is mystified. Never before has she viewed an orderly procession such as this.

She animatedly tells those nearby that she has winged from Melbourne to watch her beloved Roger Federer elegantly move on Wimbledon’s Centre Court, but did not expect to have to camp for two days in a ballpark for the purposes of the amusement. Begrudgingly, she admits her fate and meets the line.

For 24 times this tennis devotee would undertake an annual around-the-world tour to watch tennis greats compete in the sport’s oldest tournament, but in the seven years since her last-place call to this reces of south west London often has changed.

Oklahoma Dad Makes Plea to “Rally Prayer Warriors” as 16-Yr-Old Son Fights for His Life


Last month, Newcastle brothers Caleb (16) and Clayton Freeman (14) were on their way to a University of Oklahoma basketball game when their car crashed while merging onto I-35.

Thankfully, Clayton sustained only minor injuries and was released shortly after being hospitalized. His older brother, Caleb, however, suffered major brain trauma and is still in recovery, fighting for his life.


Their father, Jeremy Freeman, is a pastor at Newcastle First Baptist Church, and he’s regularly posted updates on the Pray for Caleb Facebook page along with several specific prayer requests for his son.

“We believe the Lord protected his body but, for whatever reason, has allowed him to be in this place and we’re seeing the Lord do great miracles through him,” said Pastor Freeman, later adding that they’re “believing that the Lord is going to heal Caleb and he’ll walk out of this place, and we want the world to know that it’s God that’s done this.”


The entire Newcastle community has rallied around the Freemans in prayerful and financial support since the tragedy, and now Caleb’s story is gaining nationwide attention.

Jeremy posted his latest update on Caleb’s progress yesterday, along with a few nuggets of wisdom about the true meaning of biblical hope and how we are called to wait upon the Lord amidst trials:

Hope that is seen is not hope!
Update from Caleb’s dad – 1/21/18

Romans 8:24-25 days, “…Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.”

Caleb’s best friend’s mother reminded me of this passage last night. It is such a powerful truth. God has given us a promise (actually multiple promises) that has filled our hearts with hope…but while we wait to see it fulfilled, we wait for it with patience.

We have talked about waiting and patience from the beginning of this journey, which is quickly approaching 5 weeks. But something about those verses jumped into my heart last night. I think I’ve been talking about waiting and patience, but not really receiving it in my heart. It’s been more like, “Yes, we need to wait on the Lord, but the wait is surely almost over.” The truth is, we don’t know how long we will have to wait…BUT GOD! We don’t know how long we will be here…BUT GOD! We don’t know anything…BUT GOD! So, with hope in our hearts because of the promise of God, we wait!

How should we wait though? This is the question:

1. We wait prayerfully! God wants His people to earnestly seek Him in prayer and in His Word. We must keep doing that! So many are praying, and many around the clock, and we are so very grateful. Please don’t stop. Ed Litton challenged everyone in our church to stop and pray daily for Caleb at 12pm! Maybe you can add that time to your prayer time for Caleb. Let’s all stop at Noon each day and pray for Caleb;

2. We wait expectantly! Hope brings forth a sense of anticipation, and we know God’s hope never disappoints. As we wait, we must wait in faith…believing and expecting God to do what He said He would do. Our hope is anchored in Christ, who we believe will heal and fully restore Caleb;

3. We wait obediently! While we are waiting, God is working, but while we are waiting, we need to join God in His work. We need to daily be looking for opportunities to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Pray for us to be faithful in Colorado. Pray we minister and let God use us how He wants. Pray we are obedient to the Lord;

4. We wait joyfully! I love these verses, “Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But REJOICE insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed (1 Peter 4:12-13).” Pray for us to be joyful in our affliction. Pray the joy of Jesus shines through our lives and circumstances. As I wrote in Caleb’s Bible…we share in Christ’s suffering and we share in His glory! A day of great rejoicing is coming, but we can still rejoice right now. Pray we do!

Caleb had a good Sunday. It was another chill day. We dressed him in his favorite Spurs shirt, got him out of bed a little, and spent good time with him. Brittany got some good sister time with him as well. She has been such a blessing to have here with us. Caleb continues to open his eyes and make noises and sounds with his mouth. We know there is a lot going on inside of him and it’s just a matter of time before it’s all figured out.

Keep praying for his tone to soften…we need arms, chest, and legs to relax.

Pray he gains some weight. He’s lost close to 30 pounds and we would like to see him start gaining some back. He also sweats a lot. Please pray that slows down as well!

Caleb has an MRI tomorrow. Join us in fervently asking God to make the results so staggering that his doctors cannot explain the healing that is taking place.

Keep praying for his speech and mouth. We’d love to see him swallow (we think he is some already) and begin to use some words.

Pray he is responsive in therapy tomorrow. Pray he follows commands, moves his arms and legs, and tracks well with his eyes.

Thank you for praying for Caleb and us. We are counting on you to continue. Please spread the word and rally as many prayer warriors as you can. Thank you so much.



Please join us in praying for Caleb’s regained strength and speedy recovery.

If you are interested in financially supporting the Freeman family, a YouCaring fund has been set up to help with medical expenses.    

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