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Apparently Iran is one of the worlds biggest suppliers of pistachios, so they started growing them in the US and the Dubai chocolate craze switched over US consumption from Iran imports to California. Cutting off Iran's exports.
LOL no.
Iran was the primary supplier of the world's pistachios several decades ago, but right around the time of the hostage crisis in the 1970s, it was realized they could be grown in California.
Bonus reason to buy the American ones: the Iranians used to dye the pistachios with red powder to hide how many of them had gone bad.
That was used for a gag in the first "Naked Gun" movie:
Absolute scenes at the poker tonight.
From ~30 got down to the final table. Me and one other guy.
I pull two 6's - solid hand.
Flop - K, 3, 6.
Triple 6's so I go all in. He goes all in.
Turn over. He's double kings, I'm trip 6. He's raging.
Next card, 4. I'm winning.
Final card, 5. FUARK. He's got double kings and a straight.
Still won £75 so GG. But fuck me.
Can’t believe it’s taken over a decade, and multiple stages of red pill thinking, just to crack the first layer. I know this is only the beginning now. I’m starting to see where this goes. It feels similar to mastering an instrument, another passion I’ve kept alive for almost a decade and a half. In the last year of that decade, I realized I needed to stop focusing so much on the notes I was playing, and focus more on the spaces between the notes. I also started noticing basic things that seem obvious in hindsight, like how if I hit a drum dead centre with my stick, it produces a sound with a certain dynamic (volume) and pitch. Then if I hit the drum again, even half a centimetre away using the exact same strength, it produces a slightly different sound with a different pitch and texture. You’d think this would be taught more in percussion, but outside of government-sponsored percussion societies and drumlines, almost nobody talks about it. Once you realize it, it becomes painfully obvious, and it completely changes the way you play.
Mastery is usually the destruction of false obviousness. The beginner thinks depth lives in advanced techniques, but the veteran realizes the deepest complexity was hidden inside fundamentals the entire time. That is why simple concepts can take a decade to truly understand. “Be outcome independent” was never just a sentence about not caring. It was about separating desire from emotional dependency. Knowing what you want, moving toward it clearly, while not tying your self-worth or stability to whether reality gives it to you. The words stay the same for years, but eventually your nervous system catches up to them. I realized the same thing through drumming. At first I focused on the notes themselves, but later understood the real depth lives in the spaces between them, the tension, timing, silence, dynamics, and touch. Even moving a drum strike half a centimetre changes the pitch and emotional texture of the sound. Most people learn patterns, but never truly learn sound. The same applies psychologically: most people obsess over visible mechanics and outcomes, while the deeper layer is learning to perceive tension, attachment, pressure, timing, and emotional control beneath the surface.
Read More@Victor It's all manufactured.
There was a oversupply of pistachio and so someone came up with Dubai chocolate as a way of selling them.
Apparently Iran is one of the worlds biggest suppliers of pistachios, so they started growing them in the US and the Dubai chocolate craze switched over US consumption from Iran imports to California. Cutting off Iran's exports.
@Typo-MAGAshiv Yeah, it’s mostly just FOMO marketing and people pretending to like it. It’s this weird herd mentality thing where people get to signal how “exquisite” their taste is. But this one’s funny because, like you said, it just tastes mildly interesting, as if nobody’s ever had a fkn pistachio before, and it looks like Shrek’s jizz after violating you for an entire summer.
Speaking of which, if you can market yourself to girls, or society in general, the same way pistachio chocolate markets itself, or really any product that’s relatively cheap to produce but sells at a massive markup, you already have a solid foundation in game. A lot of game is basically the ratio between perceived value and actual production cost.
To summarize,
I now understand a man without a desired direction is not outcome independent. He is just foggy. Drifting. A leaf calling itself enlightened because it surrendered to the wind. Real outcome independence is this: “I know what I want. I take actions toward it clearly. But my emotional stability is not dependant on whether reality complies.”
Boom shakalaka.
A part of what was holding me back from understanding things was my approach to perceived contradictions like outcome independance. Outcome independance doesnt mean you shouldn't care about a undefined outcome. I interpreted as "don't have a particular outcome planned in mind". It means you dont care if a situation didnt reach your desired outcome. Interpreting it this way has made things way easier.
