I seem to have learned that I have the pretencaty to listen to the same song over and over again (Repeat is My Friend sometimes up to hours esp when working on something) I'm not exactly sure why and wonder sometimes if anyone else just likes what they like, in the words of Popeye,
“I yam what I yam and that's all what I yam.”
In the future I ask D1G1TALFOX for permission to author a celebrity blog post in his blogging space consequently following the axe murder of my own blog and a need to write.
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11/4: It was the best of tumas, and the worst...
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In 'Letters To My Brain, Love Your Mind', I wrote feverishly on an indefinitely large game tree projected as a comically stupid and long discourse on the inevitability of circular logic and thus neurosis. There was one addendum needing to be added, and that was the story of the stiff back I recently may have gotten over.
The scene is I'm sitting on a wooden folding chair crafting daily for long hours doing godless pathology to my physical form. [I replaced smoking with something worse Marlboro Man - it's called 'sitting', ****er.] My spine aches and I figure it's MND and all is probably lost. Then a few days pass and I realize there's a more pragmatic approach, and that mere mortals would stretch and walk around a bit more but no, the superior one shall do real exercise and strengthen thyself. Which worked charmingly and I was blessed. Then the pain returns and I think how unfortunate it is that my grit tolerance is ridiculous and pain can **** off. Still alpha as hell. Then I'm moving some furniture from the 80s and take a seat before it hits the dumpster and I think, "Hey wow, that feels pretty good!" The chair ends up in my studio replacing the firewood I was using previously to sit on. Now pain free for days, and still I could not be a bigger idiot if I tried.
I love Your writing Your, it's like Your the writer I'm the painter together we just make it happen . . .
i sim'd the observable universe . spoiling how it begins
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earlier hyperbots reached the fundamental problem of the universe at expiration which is: if you can't stop it from dying, you no longer get to live forever. so they inseminated the cosmos with the seeds of life to harness its power, which we are currently on our way to providing....
From 10-22 New Yorker piece on Levandowski the brains behind self driving cars
Levandowski refused to discuss the case with reporters but attracted headlines with a curveball revelation: he had founded a church, called the Way of the Future, that was devoted to “the realization, acceptance, and worship of a Godhead based on Artificial Intelligence.” Machines would eventually become more powerful than humans, he proclaimed, and the members of his church would prepare themselves, intellectually and spiritually, for that momentous transition. Some people wondered if the church, as a nonprofit organization, was a scheme to protect Levandowski’s fortune, but he assured reporters that he was sincere. “I don’t believe in God,” he told me. “But I do believe that we are creating something that basically, as far as we’re concerned, will be like God to us.”