For whatever reason—and I don’t feel any particular existential dread at the prospect, nor am I feeling suicidal—I have a strong, undeniable feeling that I am not going to live to see 2024. This has lit a bit of a fire under me…
…I truly, non-ironically, love it when friends of friends are honest enough in their bios/pinned posts to make clear that I am best off muting them (and presumably the reverse).
I'm stoked to see XO23 when it opens in downtown Seattle. Great way to use #art to occupy some otherwise empty space. → https://www.seattletimes.com/entertainment/visual-arts/seattles-downtown-banana-republic-store-to-become-art-space/
One funny thing about ChatGeePeeTee and similar is how they’ve made people realize just how generic a lot—most?—writing is. The new eternal question: is that the robots coming for us or just the sort of standard bland writing whose quality I’d never worried about before? [cue the insipid handwringing; ignore the irony]
The simple answer to the AI/parrot/simulacra angst is to embrace one's cynicism about the future of human beings, a very unspecial animal that so many hold in inexplicably high regard.
Monday morning #truth.
I have a tiny number of followers (and don't follow that many more), but I find myself loath to lose them with a move to #akkoma or the like, despite those systems having some important features I would like to see in Mastodon. I'm a web crawling, typing example of the leveling phenomenon of "good enough" syndrome.
Thanks autocorrect, but “perineal” is a very different, though often related, thing than “personal.”
New on ye olde blog: The Sins of the Father → https://fncll.org/the-sins-of-the-father/
In Exodus1, we are told that God will:
…visit the iniquity of the fathers upon the children and the children’s children to the third and the fourth generation.2
I don’t believe in a God who can take what strikes me as a monstrous action, but I’ve nonetheless believed the essential dynamic to be true for a long time. In fact, I can pinpoint the moment of my dark epiphany to September 1986.
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