Time is not painless
Growth is a big piece of pain. I get stuck in a feedback loop. Sometimes physically, sometimes emotionally, sometimes both. When it is painful enough, I might decide to do something about it.
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Bubbles
You know that feeling before a thunderstorm, that sense of inevitably before the thunder? It’s like that, except, the internet and the inevitable AI bubble
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It’s All About The Widgets
That taught us to want widgets, and they taught us how to make them, but widget making was soon gone, and we are left with widgets trapped in some nightmarish late-stage capitalism feedback loop.
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It Isn’t Just You
have had many experiences, sometimes profound, sometimes simple. They all shape you. Some are like stovetops, fires you foolishly touch, lightning bolts of pain. Some are warm comforts, quiet whispers of passion, pillow dreams of bliss.
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Growing Things
My gardens are a work in progress, forever changing and adapting. My DIY until I leave this world. What a wonderful project.
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Kitty Claws
It’s not their fault really, but if they knew what their little claws felt like when they leap from our laps. I suffer less than my dear wife, our two cats preferring to climb all over her, leaving scratches all over her…
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My Words, My Game
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you? I used to play, well into my forties. Now, I may dip into a video game, maybe once a month. I do write code for fun, but that is more…
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Winter has arrived
Here in my corner of the inter mountain west winter has arrived. Depressing?
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If I could, I most certainly would
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? New York City New York City. Sure, day to day is probably very different than being a tourist. I still would live there. I love the New Yorker spirit. It…
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There is more than one season?
What is your favorite season of year? Why? Winter. It better be. I live in Wyoming.
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#Weirdo
I am a #weirdo. I have been so since 1979. Before there were nerds or geeks, there were us #weirdos. Very few of us spouted Monty Python dialogue, went to Star Trek conventions that were nothing more than a small ballroom at…
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Rage Bait
I compose a reply. I delete. I compose again. A daily occurrence. Should I be earnest? Honest? Snarky? Spout off my righteous indignation? I compose a reply. I delete. I compose again.
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What lasts?
I think we all have noble wishes for our legacies. Nobody wakes up wanting to be a villain. Even villians are their own heroes. No, most want peace, love, and understanding. To having been loved and having loved well. To be good…
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What?
I could listen better. I am really bad at it. Easily distracted, I can do better at Wait. What did you say?
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Last bit of soul
John Legend. As I grow older, I realize it may be my last concert after a lifetime of shows, big and small. I just don’t have it in me anymore, the traffic, the parking, the prices. Just forty-four years ago, I attended…
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Ticks or Superstitions
No, well, maybe. There are a few things a I do. I push against the roof of the car, raise my feet off the floor in a tunnel (if I am not driving). I have to try the lock three times and…
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A White Rabbit Goes Vroom
this has been hiding in my drafts for a while, but here goes It was 1985. I was working for a big evil military-industial company. I had never driven a stick, but I had fallen in love with Volkswagen Rabbit GTI. White…
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How I Became A Middle-Class Addict
Part of that experience… that comes from the whole conspiracy of silence that is the white middle class.
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Sorry About Your Dog
The dogs on the river walk, they don’t bark at me. That’s because they know that people walk on trails next to rivers. They just don’t know that we walk anywhere else.
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wordwright
I have been giving thought to the proliferation of AI art and word generators. As I spend days, weeks, months, and years, poring over the words of a novel, I can sort of see the attraction of such devices. No fuss, no…
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Running into the dark side of the wall
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older. One could argue, the last pure Pink Floyd album was’ The Dark Side of the Moon’…
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Falling Down
It feels like the people who care about you are just far enough away and you have become untethered from the world.
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Red Sky At Morn
The sun rose red, coloring the sky even before making its magnificent appearance. More first light in the alley The streets empty but full of dawns light
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Remain Lost 