../melody in chaos
AI doesn’t know from dumb luck or smart devices. It has no reference point on which to center its intelligence or judge its progress. It doesn’t know from vacations or personal life / work life balance. It doesn’t exist in a linear universe.
In time, it will assume we live in its universe, flipping the script.…
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Down in Florida now for a couple, maybe a few weeks, to visit my parents and retrieve our car to drive back to NYC. We expected to be on the road back already, because Cat’s latest job on Amazon’s The Peripheral has enough scripts locked to shoot a few episodes, despite the WGA strike.…
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Whatever happens, stay emotionally invested in the point.
– Winston Philip Ramsay
If you put yourself in a place to win points with consistency, you still won’t make every shot, but odds are you’ll put yourself in a position to win the match. Your job on the court is not to win.…
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The internet from the start offered a grand social paradox. Everything’s apart together, but also together apart. And everyone’s alone together, but also together alone.
Fwiw, pandemic lockdowns aligned our interactions in the physical world to how we interact with each other on the internet. Everyone alone together, and together alone.…
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The evolution of reading and attention span leaves me terrified to write paragraphs longer than 2.75 sentences. Some paragraphs, however, require multi-sentence packages to deliver complete thoughts. That said, the copious negative space now around paragraphs opens up
It’s not the notion of what constitutes a short sentence that has changed, but rather, what constitutes a complete thought.…
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I promise this isn’t about to become a tennis blog, though I’d have no objection. This is the first in what will be a 10 or 12-part series on the game’s deep impact on me, and its confluence with playing music. After all, racquets and guitars are both strung and played.…
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The most important thing you can do with your art is to deflect, not reflect, reality.
Is there a switch we can flip, that doesn’t involve a mushroom cloud, that would make everything go back to normal?
And by that I mean, a switch that would just shut everybody the fuck up and create a world of empathic listening?…
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First new track in a while spilled out today, on the heels of my first couple weeks flying solo here in NYC (Cat’s away in Melbourne on Apple’s “Metropolis” for at least a year). A couple days ago, Luna underwent some demanding diagnostics that uncovered she has epilepsy. I’m still processing news and new routines.…
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Meta Meat Team Mate
Ford Kharkey sat behind the wheel of his immaculate repair van, eyes scanning the road ahead. His assistant, Cleave, a lumpy nug of rich red and pink ground beef, sat shotgun, upright in a plastic tub secured by a metal O-ring lashed to the passenger seatbelt. Just south of Belle Glade on Florida 27, they drove in silence for a while, punctuated by the intermittent sounds of love bug splats and wipers against the windshield.…
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This Terminal command to disable MacOS’s default “low-priority throttle” has been indispensible while backing up with Time Machine of late:
sudo sysctl debug.lowpri_throttle_enabled=0
Leaving it on (“=1”) shunts the backup to the last in line for the CPU no matter what. My backup process, however, is a VIP club goer.
Would that I could control, with one simple line of code, the throttle on my darkest thoughts.…
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tr: Because nothing is yellow, everything is green.
haha, at least everything’s not blue…
Sound is physical art.
it’s better to understand what you’re doing rather than to get the right answer
Nothing is random.
You don’t need things you use all the time to “look like new”, just well tended.
We see in most people what we look for, more than what they project.…
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My IRL family, Maplewood, NJ, 1981 [me: 2nd from bottom left; paternal grandparents Ida & Morris: top row left; self-timer composition, Kodak stock, format unknown]
Down in Florida last month, I began to organize my parents’ 6 bins of photographs, the earliest of which reached back into the 1880s. Aside from being an invaluable record of my family history, the trove also provides, upstream, a fractal of the entire era of mass manual photography.…
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AI still “artificial,” for now :^D
Let’s say you’re eschewing car travel to walk up Campden Hill Road, from Kensington to Notting Hill, London. Wearing a pair of Nike Air Force Ones, you are drawn uphill by memories of the mythical Geales for fish & chips and sticky toffee pudding, when out of nowhere you step in a pile of human feces on the street that entered the street-shitter’s GI system as a Double Big Mac Happy Meal.…
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“Matter is mostly empty space,” Luna piped up on a walk through The Club’s bocce courts. “Ergo, everyone has a big sucking vacuum between their ears.”
“Ergo?” I quired. “Fancy word for a fido.”
“Fancy?” she sniped. “You wouldn’t know fancy if it bit you in the Birken.”…
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Were there inner voices before there was oral language? Just curious what a Neanderthal thought to theirself.
Tbf, I still have no idea how an idea in my head ends up in a written word. I don’t think in words as I write. With no codified written language, maybe Ned Neanderthal, in his codified codpiece, had no facility to express it all, either.…
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I write every day. I just don’t want to publish every day. Would that I did not think in drafts.
Hard to “Build that brand!” tho, when you have no routine around creativity.
otoh, deadlines make the writer, lest the lines go dead.
Running out of storage on a device hooked to a cloud is a feature, not your fault
Listening to music is a form of mind reading.…
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up ahead, opinions won’t be outlawed, but there will be no universal standard of listening. having any opinion on any thing will render at least some part of the world, virtual or irl, impassable
Dining off the curb is, in essence, tailgating, since you’re eating in a parking space
Dgmw, I love tailgating.…
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all the things you love
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may you turn away
all the darkest things
and turn on the world
every time you sing
rolling on a ball
rolling off a log
rolling and falling for
all the things you love
may all the things you love
always
light the way you came
may all the things you love
one day
all know your name
breathe says the water
when trouble hides and seeks
to overthrow your order
and trade worries for your sleep
to the city walls
cast off doubt
with your bride fly off
reset the clocks
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may you turn away
all the darkest things
and turn on the world
every time you sing
road work outside your window
construction down the block
induction of plans
demolition of clocks
breathe says the water
when trouble hides and seeks
to overturn your order
and trade worries for your sleep
rolling on a ball
rolling off a log
rolling and falling away
from all the things you love
all the things you love
will someday
go back the way you came
all the things you love
will someday / always know your name