Category: words

random 20220114

History vilifies the happiest

the powerful laugh themselves to sleep

Currently Day 10 of my COVID+ journey. 3 days ago, I lost 90% of smell & taste. Hasn’t returned yet. I may have fought off Delta not Omicron. It’s been a dark, sobering lesson that you don’t own your senses, and your memories of sensations are only on loan

to the soul, laughing is like a toilet bowl in the middle of the night lit from within

lol every social media post is a potential statement to police, Eventually anything posted on the internet will require mediated deletion

 

random 20220111

all of our physics would break down if not for the assumption that there’s a fixed amount of mass in the entire universe

no one inside a mob is aware of the moment of mob-rule. Balloon basket passengers traveling in 100mph winds do not feel (or even hear) the wind. They are within the wind; they become the wind

We have flooded our perceptions of others with aspirational archetypes to displace demeaning stereotypes. Equal dehumanization and evisceration of empathy can still result, however, from even the most benign intention

Over-reaction has become the only way most people “get out in front” of potential problems

random 20220110

outsourcing math to an AI eliminates all moral pressure in human decisions

there’s no such thing as artificial intelligence. it’s either/or

my homeowners and car insurance company portrays its customers as game show winners in its tv ads

comfort is too often conflated with safety
complacency is a form of comfort
complacency is creativity’s fetal position

So much wiki-gurgitation mistaken for knowledge

random 20220108

things that just are need no explanation

My drafts folder knows everything

In every political discussion, ppl reveal what they will cover up as much as they illuminate their views

anything that happens anywhere to anyone now also happens everywhere to everyone

Fear of never being able to surf is a surfer’s only fear

You can’t be an omnipotent idiot (it’s either/or)

pottery was an early social media platform

Quality Covid 20220108

“Certificate of Quality”
“Inspected by 01”

I’m an official breakthrough case. No Abott Binax tests anywhere in the neighborhood, but managed to score a few of these at random pharmacies in the blocks around my house. This FlowFlex test has a fortune cookie vibe, but the way I’ve felt in the last few days is no joke. We’ll lay low, and test again in a week to see exactly how “quality” my Covid is.

3 Generations To Erasure

People with power in any system know that any human custom, behavior, or thought process can be eliminated in 3 generations.

Take human custom “X.”

“X” is outlawed during Gen 1.

Gen 1 becomes the last to experience “X.”

Gen 2 relies on the accounts of Gen 1 for their view of “X.”

Gen 1 says:
“X was overrated.”
“I don’t really miss X’ing at all.”
“Your mother and I X’ed, but that was another time.”…

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Brighter Than Stars

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“I’m brighter than you stars!” New York City taunted, waving their walk signs, shaking their streetlights at Orion, the sole visible constellation that Fall night.

“Pfft,” said Rigel, Orion’s brightest star, “what are you, a hundred years old?”

“Shut up, I’m almost five!”

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Fwiw, Capella, Vega, Sirius, and Deneb were also visible over the City the night of the story. They’re each close enough to us to eavesdrop. And close enough to each other to gossip about us behind our backs. …

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[A Few Words On] Comedy Dehumanization

The death of comedy signals an upstream, tactical conflation of embarrassment and shame.
Banning jokes is a means to censor laughter, not words.

Fwiw, what is the world’s most offensive joke?
Well, that depends on who laughs.

Any word can be made dirty.
“Milk, milk, lemonade, around the corner fudge is made…”

Any words can be made hurtful.
“Shut up you unwashed leek!”

Kidding not kidding.

Coerced silence and arbitrary language fences lead only to false enlightenment.…

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Free Baggage



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“Free-stuff? More like free baggage!” Luna piped up, looking at the discarded wedding memento, a painting inscribed by guests with personal wishes to the newlyweds, now left to the sidewalk free-cycle giveaway wilds (presumably by one of the ex-spouses still residing in the brownstone behind the wrought iron rail on which it leaned).

“Divorce is rough,” I posed.

“Drain the jacuzzi.”



“Jacuzzi’s long empty, Kid.”

“How so?” she asked.

“Well, divorce is different than letting go.…

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Truth In Paradox


The paradox of truth in the context of privacy arises where lying is not always unjustified, or even unproductive.

Sometimes, lying is downright forgivable, even necessary.

Anonymity and pseudonymity, for example, are forms of lying. But in these cases, untruth protects the truth. The “lie” is IRL armor; shielding a true identity.

Everybody lies about what’s going on inside their heads.

“How are things?”
“Great!”

The initial question often feigns interest. The nicest ensuing answers can feign reality, or at least, obscure nastier truths, if needed.…

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smile your being

There’s nothing more dehumanizing than relying on technology to get you through the day. To outsource all your gathering of knowledge and perspective, to a network that has no human sensations or emotions, is the essence of dehumanization.

Technology, however, has no monopoly on dehumanization. Not only can nature “de-human” quite easily (think tsunamis, earthquakes, asteroids, etc), it also offers up diseases such as Alzheimer’s or ALS that strip away self-consciousness and self-awareness. That which “humanizes” you, i.e.…

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The Resurrection of Uncle

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That Old Guitar on That Old Guitar

Uncle, a 1934 Gibson L-1 flat-top acoustic, came to me via my wife Cat’s father, Steve, a stellar pianist and big band leader in Chicago. Cat’s great Uncle Ernest, Uncle’s original owner, bequeathed the guitar to Steve.

Uncle guarding Luna, May 2021
Uncle guarding Luna, May 2021

Cat & I found Uncle (in his original case) in Steve’s basement on a trip to her Chicago home. I tuned him up best he would, and strummed an open G major (the strings were a dozen years old, at least).…

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