Frustrated I haven’t been able to get out for a run…
Back to work this morning. Feeling pretty rough but, hey ho. No work, no pay.
We go on—not upward, not forward, but just on.
— Anon
Good morning.
Knowing the name of a singing bird adds nothing to the hearing of its song.
Now that’s what I call another result! We didn’t win but we bloodied the Gunners’ nose.
Good night.
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Every complex system is one black swan away from revealing it was duct tape all along. Supply chains, financial systems, social trust. It works until suddenly it extremely very much doesn’t.
Our existence is our statement. Our being is our saying. Everything is said in our living.
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We have parasocial relationships with people we’ll never meet and transactional relationships with our neighbors and we still read 2000 word thinkpieces about “What Went Wrong”
So back to work today on a late shift. Taking our main car as the boy (who recently passed his driving test) is borrowing ‘mine’ to pick his girlfriend up from the station tonight.
It’ll be nice to have her around over the weekend even though I’ll mostly be working. They’re great together and very funny so there’ll be plenty of laughs around the house.
And now for coffee…
Just live your damn life!
— Warren Ellis
Every day I am grateful that LLM’s cannot do the physical and relational care work I do all day.
Until the robots come that is…
Night light.
Managed to get out for a short walk. The river was not exactly raging but was certainly running high, fast and dirty. Another day of rain and there would have been flooding.
The only days of work I lose are, not to sickness, but to flooded impassable roads. I’ve not lost a day of work to sickness in three years.
Nothing has to be done if nothing is happening – or rather notice that something is always happening.
Confronted with computers that can produce fluent essays, instead of being astonished at how powerful they are, it’s possible that we should be surprised that the generation of language that is meaningful to us turns out to be something that can be accomplished without real comprehension.
— Paul Lay, writing in the London Review of Books via Memex 1.1
Good afternoon.
I think and think and think. I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
— Jonathan Safran Foer
