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saw this weird house today

I have been blazing trails in my yard with the Makita 2x18V string trimmer and making little shade nooks under trees and a secret place beneath a brick wall where there's sunshine at 8 PM with three tires to sit on leaned up against old half broken stone crosses and ashtrays on a whole 'nother level

I am more and more convinced that life must be made of centers, that centers are targets of leisure and annealing, that the centers of life are both geometric and temporal: gardens, temples, festivals, holidays, fire, flowers, meditation, prayer, ritual, gathering, sacrifice, wine, sun, sauna

I am become Death

"verb" is a noun, checkmate buddhists

Whisper AI and embeddings are the dark horses in this race. Half my input is voice at this point. It meaningfully changes how much I capture and makes it easier to think. Literally out loud. Text generation just spews a bunch of crap we have to read, evaluate, and wrestle into something useful.

design a kitchen appliance without unnecessary unnerving beeping sounds that wake napping infants challenge (impossible)

I guess I can plug notebook posts here. Normally it's useful to give a simple example of something when you're trying to explain it, but sometimes it's good to give a great big example instead https://lucykeer.com/notebucket/great-big-examples/

people here are complaining about apparently horrible disasters like "the number thread" and "the thread with thorns" and "the unspeakable eldritch thread of gibbering banshees" like some social media cryptozoologists

I'm sorry for those awful poasts. I should have knoawn better. I was possessed by the fragmented spirit of the Waste Land

working on a new social media product

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holy fucking Christ, why didn't you jam James Hillman down my throat already???!?!

unfollowing accounts is a truly sacred activity

one main thing I started to learn through meditation is something like a continual practice of letting my self-identity gather in a kind of empty lucidity that doesn't require thinking to exist so almost like the opposite of the Cartesian "cogito ergo sum"

this weed is growing very tenaciously through and on this pile of dead leaves and branches, it's known to be tasty in salads and my Latvian friends call it goatweed but I don't know how to identify it and my plant app can't say

kid was distracted while I was saying bye at the kindergarten but then he opened the door as I was walking downstairs and blowed a kiss and said "I didn't want to forget you, papa"

I have an idea and an initial partial prototype for a fun way to write Bluesky threads without touching a keyboard

I quite enjoy programming "computer"

our friends live in an old countryside manor house and a couple of years ago they crowdfunded the making of this big bread oven where they bake dark heavy rye loaves

my most toxic trait is that I know "Reasons and Persons" is a boring book and I refuse to read it

I'm so glad I've completely stopped using digital devices and social networks. I'm now just constantly either engaging with real world activities or meditating. Fuck you

there's this bar near our place that's not really hip in any way but they have a disco ball and play Blink 182 and The Clash and Slipknot and whatever and sometimes I go there at night after my family's asleep just to feel like a dumb happy fucking idiot

a todo system where actions must slot into the canonical narrative structures provided by data extracted from TVTropes.org

I like the actual practice and vibe of Taking Children Seriously but it's a bit of a problem for me that it seems to insist on justifying itself on theoretical and ethical grounds that I don't particularly endorse nor want to use in talking about parenting

my mom's visiting from Sweden, sunny spring day, grilling and playing

I am absolutely not ready to have kids

I love it when some aspect of material reality becomes salient for me like since I'll need to build a fence some day I now study every fence I see and I hadn't noticed anything about fences before, I feel like a pre-Socratic observer of Nature gazing with naive awe and an urge to classify

this morning I put on Al Jarreau's kinda weird intense version of the jazz song "Blue Skies" and when it was over my 3 year old came out from his room and said quietly, wistfully... "Why is it over?"

extraordinarily tired of ordinary life, supremely strong urge to go on vacation alone to go for long pointless walks and do programming late late late into the night

was gonna use SketchUp or something to see how a container would look on my site but then I remembered I can just augment reality!!!

the slug has a new bigger box habitat now

synthesizing Christopher Alexander's "The Nature of Order" with Richard Sennett's "The Uses of Disorder" to create a comprehensive framework