they hate me because the years of memory loss has purified my mind
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they hate me because the years of memory loss has purified my mind
you’re jerking off and suddenly my leitmotif starts playing
Nerina Toci
most insufferable traits become tolerable and often attractive when transferred instead to a woman
this is mostly a consequence of misogyny, the forces that enable men to be sleazy scumbags by default heavily discourage that in women and so her shittiness is in active defiance of social order rather than in line with it, but critically women are just more likable
Then People Forget You, Robert Heinecken, 1965
I used to really like the ✨ emoji but now she's best friends with AI and I feel like I can't trust her anymore
Joan Jett, NYC, 1981 // ph. Mark Weiss
you think so much. You could think about a door for a hundred years and it would stay closed.
He's worried about stepping on flowers. He loves nature. - (ref)
Iron Gate in La Pedrera - Barcelona, Spain 2025
I went to a library book sale this weekend and I found a very old book called “Electronic Life: How to Think About Computers,” which was published in I think 1975? I’ve been reading it kind of like how I would read a historical document, and it’s lowkey fascinating
There’s a whole paragraph that’s like “okay, find the keyboard. Don’t panic if it has more keys than a typewriter, that’s normal. Really, it’s fine. The extra keys don’t make things harder. It’s FINE”
Thought this section was particularly interesting:
Can the computer create something? At first glance it seems obvious that it can. Animated computer graphics, with their fluid transitions and whiplash perspectives, look strikingly new. And if one watches the machine doing animation work, there seem to be lengthy periods when the computer is acting “on its own.”
But if one observes these processes in more detail, it becomes clear that creation is not occurring within the machine. First of all, computer graphics are not unique. Computers have yet to generate anything that cannot be done by hand—and usually already has been done. Second, the apparent ability of the computer to “act on its own” is the outcome of thousands of hours of patient human effort to refine its instructions. The computer can manipulate a shape for us if we have already informed it what a shape is, what the rules for shape manipulation are, what this specific shape is, and so forth.
You can start an automobile engine and it will run by itself, too, but that doesn’t mean it’s being creative. It’s just running.
Somebody in 1975 had a better understanding of why artificial intelligence is not in any way “intelligence” than the majority of today’s intellectual minds.
We have this interesting situation where we basically no longer have privacy nor the expectation of privacy, but we also don't have community or meaningful connection with others, so we're all simultaneously both completely exposed and absolutely alone, and please understand that when I say this situation is "interesting", what I in fact mean is that it's "nightmarish and I wish I could wake up"
Robert Filliou. Prototype for The Key to Art (?) (Hand Show), Prototype for Hand Clock, The Key to Art (?), 1967
I’ll follow you down til the sound of my voice will haunt you
You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you