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@marshymindness
French software on American hardware
Good morning from the Bay Area. It’s a beautiful day down here in San Leandro, 16°c and not a cloud on the horizon. I pray it has been the same for you. I come again amongst your spam emails & deadlines, with news of my thoughts. Please take the time to reach out to me if you enjoyed this, or vice versa, and don’t forget to actually visit the website, it’s good for my stats. Today’s song is…
rolls royce in a toyota parking lot
what is there to say? this time, it isn’t an overwhelming tiredness or general apathy that makes me mute. the things that used to en-passion me & embraise my soul, well they’re not around. not over here. i went to check google maps, from this house in california to that apartment in paris, well they didn’t have any answers. the distance is so far across the globe they could only try to sell me a…
ANOMIE
What is there to say; I’m tired. Dear God,I live in a time where it seems that everyone has forgotten. Forgotten how to live, forgotten how we lived, forgotten how to dream and hope and forgotten what mistakes we made. Forgotten how to read, forgotten how to act, forgotten how to think for themselves and forgotten how to walk without a map. There is no past and there are no lessons. The result of…
les Parisiennes portent toute une écharpe rouge.
Paris est une ville où les gens s’aiment. Toutes mes connaissances sont amoureuses. Ils sont en couple, ils sortent d’une relation, ils voient quelqu’un depuis quelque temps. Il y a des plans-cul, des relations ouvertes, des gens qui ne cherchent rien de sérieux déçus alors de ne rien trouver de sérieux. Il y a des amis qu’on a aimés, et des amis qu’on sait vont s’aimer. Il y a des erreurs, des…
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South-Southwest
-- Ted Chiang, from "Why A.I. Isn't Going to Make Art"
I'm so glad they got Ted Chiang -- a wonderful writer of science fiction and thinker about technology, in my opinion -- to write this essay. My favorite line was this:
Generative A.I. appeals to people who think they can express themselves in a medium without actually working in that medium.
le pourquoi du comment / copper covered golden state - i deleted instagram.
an email to an online friend – you can read it in gmail but i would prefer if you went to my blog. à Giselle, To think that two weeks ago I emailed you saying how I wouldn’t change my profile pic because of something you said, and then i went ahead and did lol. maybe i’ve made a liar out of myself. who knows, I have a tendency of making mountains out of mole hills; I think every detail can…
spaghetti swamps
Hier soir encore, j’étais sur les quais de la Seine. J’ai posé pied dans le triangle de Bermude, Bastille – Saint-Louis – République. Ce matin encore, je me suis réveillé pour éteindre mes alarmes à sept heures avant de me rendormir. le pastis, le tabac, les amis chômeurs. Je me perds dans un refus éternel de penser au lendemain. À quoi ça sert. Cette question encore. Cette semaine encore, j’ai…
a young man's plight
written the 24th of october 2023. but recent events and evolutions in the geopolitical landscape makes this text more pertinent. And since those days in ’23, I have met and made friends with peers who have had to serve. My little brother just signed up for the draft, like I had to that year. Wishing the best to Joji, Joon, Tuval, Alexander & Norgay. “all my male friends are handsome in a way…
concerto di primavera - impromptu impressions
21:19 – chez Christian, Paris – Fri 4.4.25 – paexa Finding myself at l’Area as always after work, Abdess & Alfa invited me to Christian’s concert night, beginning a mere 45 minutes later. Christian Lawson, a tremendous piano player who blows me away with his compositions, was taking advantage of the spring’s return to host his piano nights again. I have already had the privilege of finding…
l'hypocrisie des crétins
17:42 – l’Area – Thu 15.01.25 – paexa – 1/B First one here. Edouard invited me in but I declined, preferring to stay in the blissful cold, guarding the door, smoke in hand. Lucie starts back here next wednesday. Monsieur Georges et Monsieur Paul walk in. Edouard ressort acheter le pain. J’ai fini mes partiels un peu trop tôt ; peut-être que j’aurais dû rentrer à la maison. Eliott m’a dit qu’en…
Pub Crawl Burnouts in Ljubljana
a story about a traveler, by a traveler, for a traveler. What I remember the most about my three days with Sam was her departure. The fun & witty girl I had met at the end of May was quiet and tired. Much like you, she was traveling through southern Europe alone, with no clue when her next paychecks would land, locked out of her bank account, homesick & harassed, and still no return ticket…
