The old story.
“Dammit why are you so qualified?” on Thanksgiving, and “Why the fuck are you so lazy?” on Christmas. “Wow, you have a lot of degrees and experience!” on St. Patrick’s Day and “Jesus you are a layabout!” on April Fool.
I don’t know. I guess I’m just lucky and people keep giving me stuff.
You can’t escape yourself.
I guess I’m the stealth worker/stealth achiever. I apparently never earned a thing.
§ Schrödinger’s AI is possibly broken and possibly working. (Also: vLLM for v620)
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)