It’s time. It’s time for the resurrection. It’s time to come back out of the shadows.
I’ve been putting it off, fighting with myself for a long time about this blog. But now it’s time.
I’ll be back later tonight to work on this. There are a few things to do first. Kids to bed. Self to peace. Then, return and resurrect.
Suddenly everything has a terrible urgency about it.
Why?
Who the f**k cares. Time to make it happen.
§ 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.)