Just some preliminary thoughts on AI, the economy, and what constitutes good experiences.
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Hammersmith – One Glass Down
3.3.24 Some Double Daddy Fiddle Guitar is tune to DADDAD and played by Nikolai. Fiddle is I.
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My First Time On Drums – Sunday Metal Jam – Tiger Tempo
Jam from 3.3.24. My first time actually drumming in earnest. Due to certain folks Georgia adventures. BEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!
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The world will feel different. In a good way. Like when you work out. Thanks for listening.
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Intro: Mouth Full Of Ocean
Outro: Jerry’s Special
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Michael Crichton – What Makes Great SciFi – The Future
A brief look at Michael Crichton’s approach to storytelling. Followed up by an exploration of what makes a great yarn. Let me know what you think!
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UPS Layoffs Aren’t Due to the Union Contract
Paying a few more bucks an hour is dubious grounds for massive layoffs at multibillion dollar international corporation.
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Bill Burr Ballwashing Annoys Me
Ballbusting the Ballwashing of a Ballbuster
Bluster isn’t wit.
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Driftwood
The shine kissed the hills.
Warm grasses swayed beneath the pulling of the wind.
Cross legged and decidedly unclenched….uncloistered….
I gazed at gulls in their fleeting circles….
Should I tread down, once more, to the shoreline?
Should I kick the salty texture of the sea?
Which odd assortment of neural fire must I stoke?
Locomotion was such a drag.
A ritual for sluggards.
So, I sat, like the coastal grasses, heeding only the wind.
Would I become like the bleached driftwood?
Light but substantive…. yielding but substantial….
Was it even a worthy goal?
What is ‘worth’ anyway?
Besides a synapse thwarted…
The remaining sunlight had many hours.
I would keep them.
Stillness, what a joke…
Everything rebels against that clown.
To sit…eschewing motion…
The heart itself knows there is no escape…
And so it moves…so it rhymes…
So it keeps the tension.
So it produces time.
My lips want beer.
My skin wants touch…
Corpus cannot drift cannot wooden be…
Just effulgent suds…
Ethereal…
Uncatchable…
Without a bottle…
Glistening polychromatic in the shine
Kissing the hills
Swaying the grasses
Warmth
Legs grip to behold guls circumscribing
Exulting in direction
Choosing none
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Tablet
The world is there
And its on fire
With force rise bare
No muck no mire
Just simple steps
Not a procession
How water laps
Decisive in possession
Of turbulent
Made
Heaven sending
How rayed
Effulggent
And descending
The honest reed
To timber taut
Who here shall heed
What the wind brought
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Descent
“Try again.”
Gary pulled the string.
The dark failed to dissipate.
“Sometimes it takes two or three yanks. Just… the right way to turn it on.”
Gary had to simultaneously suppress both his growing annoyance and a chuckle.
“Yea. Well its still off.”
“Damn. That’s the weirdest….you saw the power on upstairs….”
“Well, the wiring down here is older. Probably a lot older.”
“I get that….but…it always worked when I was down here before.”
Thomas replied shining his way over and testing the switch for himself.
“Ah…hell…looks like we’re going to have to work in the dark.”
“We have flashlights.”
“Yeah…but like I said you’re going to need both hands for balance.”
“Well…we should have brought headlamps.”
“Yeah, well we didn’t…besides you really need all the light you can get.”
“What so we can really easily be caught trespassing.”
“NO one is gonna come down here dude….not with how dangerous it is…that’s why we need the lights…”
“But this is just one…”
“Do you ever pay attention….it has to have power flowing through it for the others to turn on.”
“That’s weird…is there a circuit breaker anywhere around here.”
“What are you an electrician now?”
“No…but I have a router and you know how sometimes turning it on and off gets it working again.” Gary replied shining his light around room.
“It could be upstairs for all we know.”
“Yeah….or it could be that thing over there…” Gary retorted smugly as he shined his light on a metal panel.
Despite the dark he felt like he could hear Thomas rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, well good luck with that, if you shut off the power to the building or even just the wing…”
“Bro, the thing is probably labeled right?” Gary replied approaching and opening the panel.
Sure enough he saw very faded but legible penciled in legends: Main Hall, Dining Room, Theater, Library, Lecture 101, 103, 105, he scanned down a few dozen more switches…Cellar. “Eureka!”
It was sitting there kind of in the half way position. So, he turned it off and…there was a fizz, a spark…sickly yellow light.
He’d known that the cellar was big but wow…
“Holy shit … this place is massive….what the hell is all that….”
“Beats me man…” Thomas said stepping over pipe and wire … “but I know the trap is just under that machine there.”
The pair hopped and dodged what must have been thousands of machine parts, bolts, and other mechanical bric-a-brac till they made it to a chest high semi cylindrical bit of metal with some kind of doubled up copper coil on the side.
Thomas opened a panel on the opposing side revealing two copper pipes hovering over some kind of mesh and a trap door.
With a self-satisfied smirk he gazed from Gary to an inky set of rungs.
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