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It’s possible that the enforcement of a rate limit isn’t because of AI scraping, but rather because they failed to migrate before the June 30th deadline.
It sounds very similar to when I was in seminary. They literally had classes on how to manipulate your audience. How to “use vocal patterns and body language to make yourself appear more sincere.”
People severely underestimate how many shitty people there are in this world (and even those who appear trustworthy) that would eat your firstborn to increase their net worth if it wasn’t illegal.
I read an article years ago that explained why so many people get “religious” feelings at big revival-type events at Six Flags, Carowinds, etc, even if they’re not particularly devout.
There’s a thing called respiratory alkalosis (essentially hyperventilation) which makes you light-headed and confused. At it’s really easy to trigger by making people stand up quickly, sing really hard, sit back down, stand up and cheer, etc.
That sounds interesting! Do you remember where you found it? I would love to read it.
I’m back! I couldn’t find the specific thing I read, but I found something probably better, an actual study published in Pubmed:
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8871314/
Thanks! You made my day, my good lemming.
The conclusion fits what you said earlier, and it is easy to see how this is probably used cynically for these cult bro events:
You’re welcome! I had a personal experience with this, too.
When I was a kid, my parents used to make me go to church and youth group stuff. We went to one of those “hip” events at Carowinds (like a Six Flags, Disney type amusement park). Before it started our youth leader said - to his credit - “No matter what you feel, DO NOT go down to the front when they call people up.”
Sure enough towards the end, I start feeling “the spirit”, and I’m the most skeptical, atheist/agnostic in the whole group. But I stayed in my seat. And when we got back to the hotel I was thinking “what the hell happened there?”
I’ll try to look for it. It was a loooong time ago though.