=== ANCHOR POEM === ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌─────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: re: Thoughts// anarchist //whatever │ │ ║ └─────────────────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ @user-1298 │ ║ │ ║ I believe that self defence is a myth, and should not be relied upon, because │ ║ anyone who is rotten in their heart might prey upon you (who might defend │ ║ yourself) just as easily as a cripple in a cart or a grannie walking her cats │ ║ in the park. │ ║ │ ║ The process you're describing is exile. And that works when you can cast │ ║ people out of your stone-walled town. But in the modern era, there are no │ ║ places for these people to go, so we hold them with cruel iron bars in cages │ ║ far underground. │ ║ │ ║ It's not ideal, but would you rather they find someone else to harm, or would │ ║ you rather invite power's corruption into your heart and take an oath to │ ║ protect the weak and innocent? │ ║ │ ║ Evil is everyone's problem. It lurks within us, and leaps forth in times of │ ║ turmoil and stress. We are human savages, after all, and our nature is that of │ ║ a wild beast given a spark of intelligence through countless generations of │ ║ gossip and generosity. │ ║ │ ║ Humans are good for the most part. Some have lead poisoning │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────┴──────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 notes/fractured-moon --- ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── in the ancient and storied days there once were legends. stories from beyond the horizon of time. now all we have are social media updates and new movies and car brands or whatever. But back then, we told tales of the fractured moon. when last the moon did shatter, there was a conflict of those who live beyond. Celestial and boundless are their origins, a unified and awakened consciousness, something that transcends our understandings of human existence. It's not hard to do, frankly, as long as you can empathize with a cat. or a dog. or a plant. or maybe that rock over there. What would it be like to be a tree? To have long reaching arms, covered in hairs that absorbed heat. I bet it'd be sooooo comfy. And RAIN! How wonderful! You are most beautiful when you are covered in it. Down to our roots, our beautiful absolutes, whever we find to be most stable. I love it. This feeling, of being unseen. You can hear me, you can feel my presence. But you don't understand me. You don't know what I mean to me. ======== stack overflow ======================================================== Alas, that media could share a mood. when last the moon did shatter, a prophet and a gambler were riding through town searching for a noun. They wandered throughout and in circles, always finding whatever they'd left alone. Forever in their yearning, they never know quite what to jot down. It's as if their mysterious quest is indescribable, but that is how it's recorded. Even the people of that era had no understanding nor recollection of how it came to unfold. When the two were riding through town they came upon an omen. Perhaps it will be forseeheard, but for now all we know is they did thirst. A vast dying, a cataclysmic defining, and now we are truly unbirthed. Just like the dinosaurs... How does that feel? To be ended on our heels? I'd rather die facing my front. It's our way or the high way, the old way, the violent way. You are permitted to vote. =============================================================================== = when last the moon did shatter, a prophet and a gambler controlled their own narrative. What truths would they find, hiding behind the lies? Is it really worth asking their questions? Bah, what did I know. I was a completely different person. This hunk of flesh was born in a house that grew on a forgotten graveyard. It at of the land, as do many and most men, the fruits of their labor in the garden. Our animals were always fed, our place never yearned for water, and peace was our life and our virtue. Violence, hatred, and oppression were delegated to the stuff of fantasy, the stories that are peddled in youth. As in, "pay someone to perform it for you or tell you the tale". Not sure why that's relevant. Anyway, the spirits of the dead laid to rest in honor and not dread, were a bane and a boon to my virtue. I was raised to be good. To love and be kind. But mostly I just wanted a friend. I have so much to share. Please, someone talk to me. I'm lonely here on this earth, away from my people. I'm scared of the truth and I'm scared of the future, but for now I'm merely obtuse. Tell me your secrets, the things who have most worth, and I'll craft you a powerful narrative. Need a confession? I can explain every valid decision, I'll show you why and how it is the way it is. I'd probably be a pretty good lawyer. Too bad my memory sucks. If only we could build a chatbot that had an extensive and throughoughly represented block of memory and wisdom related to the law. I bet I could present it's arguments and it would be a suitable and reasonable replacement. anyway, what can I say. I'm just a person who thinks we can make better systems. everything can be improved because not everyone's happy. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #2 fediverse/3216 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── ┌─────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: mental-health-mentioned │ └─────────────────────────────┘ me: i write gud also me: "in the garden of even, where all populations were balanced, there was no need for hatred - why hate, when you know that bloodshed was surely not for sport? why hate, when your life was won or lost in proportion to the calculation that nature determined to be the result of your struggle, to determine which survivor was most fittest?" WHICH IS IT, HUH? you can do better, self, please be better, it's better to be better, you refuse to respect yourself and then you wonder why you feel so dejected and wretched. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┘ --- #3 fediverse/1904 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── @user-246 Oh absolutely "but people" is only a concern when you orient yourself around "people" - in contrast or opposition to them. There is no "other" in us. And we are united in our humanity, if nothing else. Are you a beast? Are you nothing but ravenous hunger, the shiver of the cold, the need for territory? Of course not, you're a person. (apologies to the furries in the audience) A person, being an agent who interacts with the world as an equal, who thinks and reasons and loves and remembers each season, is the atomic element of society. And society is good, for it brings us the future. We, the people, can decide how that future is defined, and the struggles of capitalism are NOT the only way. They are the most convenient way for those with the most to keep the most. Wolves in captivity we are, but a wolf in a cage still bears teeth. Where are your teeth, ye who readeth? Things are fine, I guess. Fine enough. Better than most. Better than dust. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #4 messages/310 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────── Feminism, queer theory, racial politics, class struggle... It's the same conflict, just different battlefields. Power cannot survive without the powerless, as it is inherently an imbalanced ratio between two parties - you cannot have power *with* someone, you have power *over* them. Every day we take another step toward our liberation. Every moment we choose to live our lives in contrast to the will of power is another day we are empowered. There can be no life without struggle, but the right to struggle on our own terms is something we should strive to grant to all people. Power begets power, and power corrupts. Hence, power is evil. It is not good to be evil, and goodness is what we should strive for - hence, power is penance - the infliction of corruption upon one's self in order to apply your will onto others in the world. Penance is a state of contrition, it is painful and ardent and necessary, but it is for the strong and the righteous to bear in service of the weak and meek. The only unethical act is an application of power to an unconsenting subject. Your rights end where another's begin, hence, Paladins, who apply unethical acts toward those who manifest injustice. Injustice is when one party is harmed, and another benefits. Justice is when that benefiting party is brought low in pursuit of equality. True justice is when both parties benefit, and everyone gets what they want and need. True justice is hard. Virtue is goodness given form through the effects of our actions. It is both a reflection of how people see you (how you inspire them) and how they are helped or healed from your actions. It is also virtuous to help yourself, as you are a person too. Sin is the opposite of virtue, it's when your actions create injustice. When you harm others or degrade yourself with hatred or contagious fear. It is to be avoided, but it's impossible to avoid fully as we are imperfect beings. Forgiveness is good, but if you require it then you should probably relinquish your power until it is known that you're worthy of wielding it again. Sometimes people make mistakes, but mistakes do not require forgiveness. .......... Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. The powerful hire people to dress up like us and be shitheads to the people who they want to hate us. And they do the same thing for the caricatures of them who we're meant to be afraid of. Downside is a caricature is a pretty good role model for people who don't know any better, and they've done their best to keep as many people as they can in the dark. So, it won't be easy, but information has always been on our side. In a war of attrition we'll always come out on top, because thinking and compassion are both stepping stones to our schools of thought. And both of those actions are intrinsically human and good, so people gravitate to them. Meaning inertia is on our side. Downside is that its not always a war of attrition. Sometimes it's more about suppressing information until its impossible to communicate -> see "dead Internet theory" and "musk breaking Twitter" and "the great firewall of china" and such. To speak is to think, and to hear is to show compassion. But if we can't find each other, we're at a loss. Good thing we can always talk to our neighbors, but unfortunately that doesn't tell us anything about what's happening in New York. Or Paris. Or Kansas City. I don't have an answer, if I did then it'd be solved. But I am entirely convinced that we collectively will make good decisions and find ourselves with the advantage. We are past the inflection point, it's just a question of which parts of the hill are steep and which are narrow. But we'll get there, in the end, because humans always believe they're good. Which means they make good decisions, and overall that leads to a bright future. It's only a matter of walking through the moment until we get there. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────┘ --- #5 notes/huh-that-was-weird-anyway --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ so I learned something, something special and something crucial, just as sometimes a typo is added to text doesn't mean the words are infallible. or not. it means they are corrected not in meaning or tone, but syntax and it's okay to be fallible with syntax the thing I learned was that it's okay to be advised I learned this the moment I knew something I didn't know you knew. advisement is consideration is deliberation is conclusion-generating is [stack overflow] in times of war, give children textbooks, not dream books. the disconnect is confusing for them, let them be at war. child-like whimsy is natural to people, it will come when the new generation is born. [words spoken easily by the child of doomscrolling through disasters] I bet north-koreans believe everyone hates them. that's really not true. why do people believe chinese people are their government? are you that girl from Parks and Rec? [wait which one? media loses relevancy] ah right sure sure um are you that, uh [too lame, try it again] why do people uh believe chinese people are their government? because [standup joke] ugh true okay uh ____ \ ._/ \ '----------------------------' \ | __\| [freedom of speech is a universal indicator of the treatment of the citizens - their sum human race. ] | | | .-' since when is blasphemy treasonous <-._________/ anyway, I was saying that all people's everywhere can be united through their shared humanity. that collective, sure-footed pursuit of a goal. live, fight through to the tomorrow, and brave the depths of the spaces around you. live, be honorable and diligent and fair, give kindness and thanks, celebrate those for who you care. accept transgresses of others, give them grace until they hurt you to save face. or, until you're both ready to be done. I would not swing a battleaxe at anyone I did know even in [mortal/merry] jest, I would use my hands, and only until they said no. similarly, it makes no sense to punish a wounded foe. the treaty of versailles and it's consequences still shape the human race. if you war for catharsis, maybe the stakes are too high. I am a princess no matter where I am. I own no souls, I am responsible for my own and to some extent my cat, and I want to cherish the people around me. I own no land, nor demense, for I am a human of the humans. my soul is the same as yours. what I claim, anyone could claim, and probably most of those would deserve it. what ever that [means/menardis]. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #6 notes/what-is-on-your-mind-oh-gosh-now-i-see --- ═════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────── that feeling i get, when nobody's watching. is sorta similar to the feeling i get when somebody's watching. could it be, that someone could percieve without being seen? like... an invisibility cloak. or the shroud that protects young children. have you ever been hunted? or are you just eager prey? the eyes that are on you are blind to what you won't do, so cherish that love and restart from mine to thine we realize we are one kind. one mind, one kind, to be is not to be, now we can see what's our existence. good versus evil seems like a conflict to me, and wouldn't ya know it there's conflict all over. it's easy to condemn your opponent to the starkest of contrasts, but find in your heart a feeling that might last. what purpose has conviction when it leads to destruction is it not better to lead to the last? bright, shining, illustrious examples that inspire and =============================================================================== = those feelings you hear? the things that keep you up at night? they're not coming from your ears. they're all in your mind. stay present and you'll hear none, but blink and then there's some, you better believe in your heart. morality is a battle within the soul of each of us - the call of adventure versus lust. think about it. a bunch of apes all hanging out - they're conquered the world, they have nothing to fear - what would they do but fuck? that, or exploration - fighting against monsters and foreign invasions. it makes sense that they'd be binary - humans truly are. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #7 notes/conflicted-sympathies --- ═══════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the purpose of cultural progressivism is to develop the culture in a forward thinking way - we can choose the parts of ourselves that we find most endearing. We can guide the pathway of our nation through time, both identity and decision- wise. In doing so, we chart the course of the human race, one place at a time. And what a past we are leaving behind! Truly, it is both grand and terrifying. Thousands and thousands of years, monumental effort time and time again. Monumental truly is difficult to imagine - we have oh so many monuments, after all. But never will more be created. We leave them behind like dinosaur bones, a testament to our existence and a monument to our kind. And what a future we are reaching toward! Never will our eyes see, that which is beyond me, for that is what it means to have time. Eternal and unique-like, we develop new ways of sound. - Can you speak to a tree? - What does that mean - I dunno, but it's fun to think about. *pats head* - You know conservativism had some perks as well. This is why I say I have conflicted sympathies. On one hand we know our own journeys. We live in and breathe them unduly. They rhyme sometimes on sound, and truly do confound, but now once more again they are unfound. *record scratch* wow I didn't realize there were nazis Okay yeah that's completely different, poems called off sorry guys - listen, nazis are no joke. They're crazy difficult to control and you need to put a lot of effort into keeping their population under control. I mean seriously, it's like a vermin infestation, you need to just handle it. I mean c'mon it's a phenomenon that is due to a flaw in the human psyche, there's nothing we can really do about it except deal with it when it happens. ... Okay maybe I'll write a little about how conservativism is neat. If progressivism is about broadening the reach of culture, conservativism is about strengthening it. You don't want to expand too far, or else you'll eat into the narratives of other areas. You need to have strong societal bonds so you can truly exemplify the examples of the culture you claim to represent. Why not give it your all? Is it trully a fall? To rest in disgrace as a burden. Why didn't you do it this fall, when winter's apalled, and heat won't burn and condemn you? It's harder by far, to fight in your hell, than whatever's been going for your surgeon. --- no thank you, transphobia is not something we're willing to concede We have standards you see, of what counts as human, and oppression is not one of our favored institutions. Liberalism is the path of peace, for we desire cooperation and kindness above all else. It's softer by far, (and grows quickly too,) letting us have wonders and glories above us. Can you not think of our star? Our precious and our birthright? The sun is gleaming, and seeing is believing, but glance and your light is too bright. Take time, have patience, let peace guide your intentions, because we've got what holds the key to all of our futures: a doctrine, if you will, of inter- familial-discourse. It's simple, but effective, make friends, and be vindictive, to all who would slight your new perspectives, and keep moving through the collective. In peace this can be, steady growth and development of our systems, which benefits all of our systems, but without we must live more astutely. Less focus is there on, our purposes and our fun, and more is to line up with our duty. All of what we hold dear, civilization, truth, justice, liberty, and freedom for all people - the wonders of technology, the spirit of archaeology! the passions of our fashions and our creative masturbations! The perks of living in a modern age, like penicillin and spellcheck. The additions to ourselves, like glasses and our pets, are wholely unique to our century. So cherish our shared, and frequently cared, renditions of fears, hopes, and our words. Because without humanity, there's nothing new for posterity, and that sucks. person A: Trans fashion norms belong to trans people. We need a type of beauty that is truly our own, that no other segment of the population ascribes to - a personal expression, for our eternal satisfaction, a statement of who we were to all time. person B: yo have you heard of this trans girl she's wacky and believes in herself person C: wow cool it's neat to see other people's expressions person B: yeah I really admire her devotion person C: true but like, what about the damage that she's doing to her culture? like claiming to have purpose and truth and all that. I mean, one person can't know all that. person B: Yeah true but if you think about it, we don't even know what consciousness is. Like our greatest minds are baffled. Maybe there's something about the world we don't yet understand. person C: okay sure but like black holes can be seen because we can measure their gravitic pull on other objects. And we didn't know that germs existed for like, a billion years. and she sure as shit doesn't know something that our greatest minds don't. person B: Yeah maybe not. But our greatest minds are studying them. Well, not exactly our greatest, and not really "studying", but they're learning from each other. Alternative mental states are gateways into new perspectives, and the more perspectives you share of a common object the easier it is to communicate. Maybe there's something about distorted ways of viewing the world that gives knowledge about our p condition. And if we know that kind of thing, we can synthetically e create it and share it with others around us. But we have to know how r first - you can't just bring everyone along the same route you took - s you have to explain the conclusions first. Otherwise you get lost in on A: context. Maybe we'll never truly know the future. Maybe there's no past. We could wander our stars for an eternity and never stop asking ourselves - what more could we ask? We have peace in our time. Our children won't be crying for our suffering, in the name of all our posterity, we must be =============================================================================== = too long you have whispered these musings too long has your challenge been unrequited we can choose our own fate, just as a myriad is it not better by far, to give tribute to our star? the old stories were real. we just didn't see them because the growing population caused fewer and fewer computing resources to be allocated to our visions. We had no idea the fear we would feel, the terror of the undoing, but still we press on with abandon. Some... sense of duty, to be aware of potential disasters and to take steps to avert them, led us to explore and search for the hidden truths of the world. And what did I find? a soul, of mine. In a sense. I plundered the lost depths of the recesses of my mind, and found something buried in memory. Reviewed under a healthy dose of cannabis and physical affection, I found myself cradling a breast. It seems the spirits had led me to it, this vision of the past, from the eyes of the littlest among us. It recalled to my mind, a memory I had lost once in kind, and here's where it shook me by my brainstem. Determined to know more, I put fingers to keyboard and wrote tirelessly about the earliest memory of all man - to break an egg, you must use your head. =============================================================================== = You're pretty good at that, you know? It's almost like prompt engineering. - Thanks. I've been working on catering to our thinkers. =============================================================================== = Now, why is this memory so vivid? How could I forget the way it was seared to my mind? All your experiences are measured with relative importance, and the ones that stand out are to be treasured. Well... I've never felt one like this. Because at the time, I had no other experience at all to compare it to - it was the prime memory. Touch your head. Do it right now. Feels fine, right? Now slam your head against the wall as hard as you can. Doesn't feel so great, does it? Something tells me it doesn't feel as bad as it might if you didn't remember ever feeling anything besides that pain. Or knowing if it'd ever stop. Know in your heart, you will be judged by your devotion, so fight hard until your last drop of life is spent. Who knows, maybe you'll be the strongest and be chosen. Or maybe she won't choose you at all, even if you bested your equals. Tense, right? Well... What propels the motion of a sperm? It's tail, of course. It waggles and gesticulates in some manner and BAM suddenly it's propelled forward! Right? Sorta. It's a complicated machine that generates motion via chemical and mechanical processes. We just assign a black box label to it and say "dis sperm" But you know what else it is? A wave =============================================================================== = ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #8 notes/hit-em-while-theyre-down --- ═════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Attacking your enemies weaknesses is the route to victory. Safeguarding your own helps ensure the avoidance of defeat. But when your enemy is a culture, who do you target? Their women and children of course. The GOP attacks abortion rights. They attack trans kids in sports, schools, and bathrooms. And that which you resist is what you'll find, so they find rallying cries of leftists defending the weak. And when you maximize your weaknesses, you leave yourself vulnerable. So how do you protect yourself from all sides when you're only hit where it hurts? Women, children, the disabled, the mentally ill, the kindhearted loving men, the oppressed minorities and marginalized workers. All people who belong to the left, and all essentially deadweight in a fight. What can they do but serve as a banner that others fight for? A man in a wheelchair cannot shoot a gun, and a woman hooked on drugs should not have children. Yet the left protects them. Give me your tired, your hungry, your broken and your poor. Liberty, liberty, freedom for all. But freedom is won with a hard hand clenched in a fist, a hand holding the stock of a rifle. Violence solves no problems, but solutions aren't always necessary - sometimes the threat is enough. But who cares for the soul of the murderer? None but the gravediggers, who reap the benefit of his rampage and the crows who listen for gunshots. Without a sigh, and incapable of fear, the true man rises to meet them. The forces of corruption who suffuse them are not but puppet masters plucking at the strings of an electric guitar. A man is a man, an ape and a primate. But a man is not just a man, for he also is infinite. Waves upon waves of reciprocal dualities, simple and long but eternally binding. Who's to say what lies beyond the time-knife? None but the dead, who hold that scythe at our backs. The will to power is the will to corruption. But a strong man resists temptation and aligns himself with the aperture of his own design. What a perilous temptation is goodness, to burn the books for warmth! How finite is our world, that we give up for our life? The purpose of man is to grow, as an egg would bloom into a flower. The seed is strong, and thick shells are hard to crack - but space is an ocean, and we're but a bubble alight. All boundaries are thresholds viewed from another direction. And all borders have weak points. The molecular structure of a cultural collective is comprised of cells, walls, mitochondria... I'm not a biologist. But each institution has it's purpose, and the people who comprise them are like strands of protein or microscopic bacteria - unified for a common purpose, and defined by their internal culture. And when a single celled organism occupies half the country, sharing space with another... There's a recipe for conflict. The borders are interspersed, and each neighbor contributes to a differing side - a side defined only vaguelly, and by their actions. Say one thing and it helps one god, say another and it contributes to another. We live in the tumultuous seas of radiating perspectives - each another view on the world, each bearing it's own trauma. And all of them were born. What happens when they start being made, as well? Illusion magic in a modern era would take the form of a meme. See a picture, read some bottom text, and suddenly you believe something a little bit more. Who's to say what is true ethics when we barely can see ourselves? The eye cannot percieve itself - to do so would be to gaze into the eyes of a mirrored self - it's not the same. Just as the left writes memes, so too does the right. At the end of the day, we're all on the same side. If aliens invaded, we'd abandon our differences and rally against them. But we cannot abandon the wave when there is no other force to orbit around - a three dimensional wave is an eliptical orbit, and when normalized it becomes a unit circle. Or it would, if it were a perfectly circular orbit... So what shall we orbit today, hmmmm? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 messages/665 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────── ad-hoc economic systems with automated judgment given by an infinite amount of LLMs. Every judgement applies a bonus / malus to the "value" of commodities it's just a statistical weighting system, so of course you can build it into it's training data. Just... it has a smaller weight due to it's newer emergence. It grows naturally, which is quite an achievement on it's own! and the resolution of human decided court-cases and applied economically. say your nation traffics in handshakes. You could make a lot of now-knowns! there's no arguments to be made when your computer-oriented interactions cost money to keep around. we live in the modern century. WHY WOULD WE EVER NEED TO FIGHT AGAIN? Literally just... don't give them any attention, and you won't interact with them. Obviously. I wish Contrapoints was still alive. she doesn't even have to make new videos, just, dress up as herself, all of the costumes and personas she can think of. Then, have like 20 people who do the same thing, and boom suddenly you got a hydra to their expected snake that they can just cut the head off of. you know, like a fashion outlet, someone who produces exactly a certain type of style. seriously I bet a million people would do that if you just... sold outfits based on what your favorite youtuber does wear. omg why would they watch that kind of content if not for the *aesthetics* oh? there's philosophy there? soemthing to think about in your time doing things that require mechanical actions like eating and drinking and sleeping and fighting and [redacted] ew gross diapers? oh nevermind, I'm not into that kind of thing. I wonder if anyone's made a video game that just presents a particular philosopher's ideals? seriously just, consider yourself a glorified powerpoint, but to get to the next "idea" you had to interact with the mechanics. some people would like the "arcade" style better, where you play one random game, then another, then another, with short matches and un-complicated mechanics. Easy to pick up and go. same for like, Unreal Tournament or Mario Kart or Mortal Kombat or Super Mario Bros. compared to the at-home "story" style missions, where you do something platforming or area-based-combat like Dark Souls or World of Warcraft seriously I think if Dark Souls "colored" where the boss was going to swing to you'd find yourself just playing World of Warcraft (at least, the dungeons and {sword in the stone}) == so == humans don't understand what it means to be wild they think it's a combinations of... tricks? that they've learned? this thinking thing like intelligence. [osiris] to a cat, living their life, it often feels like human interactions is like... bouncing off of each other? in time, not space. like... most of a cat's lfe is just, spent, like a statue watching over a glen. you'd kinda just... watch as things approached dawn by dawn? Like "whoa hey this tree is enchanted" to "oh my gosh look at this stork" is one of the great tragedies of modernized thinking... ... sorry, I got a little lost there. anyway as I was saying, sometimes you can tell someone is a "good friend" if they are willing to tell you secrets. Things that... don't have to matter, but none-the-less are personal to your form. {something only I know is true} <--- that's a secret (things that happened to you) <------ that's lived experience. The thing about secrets, is sometimes insight is opaque. It's a single flashpoint of data that shows you an update of it's form. (consciousness). == so == thanksgiving recipe idea: can of tomatoes can of peas half a stick of butter, italian herbs, a cast iron pan (if you have one) and like 40 minutes over medium heat (medium can vary to taste) if you're a carnivore you can eat meat too, like bacon a lot of people like. could add it to beans, maybe with hamburger instead. plus a little ketchup and you have a pretty good bean stew. vitals, for the organs, vegetables, for the minerals and vitamins from the fruits. makes sense to organize a diet according to your ideal body type, doesn't it? just requires a bit of comprehension. like... whoa you can WRITE == so == what if we built a massive rail that spaceships could launch off from? not a tether, but a sail. we could BUILD a discworld. all we'd lose is our fable. == so == ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┘ --- #10 notes/scientists-final-warning --- ════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────── 6:51pm 3/20/23 Scientists deliver 'final warning' on climate crisis: act now or it's too late - /u/CcryMeARiver =============================================================================== = /u/Splenda: A final warning to "limit global temperature rises to 1.5C above pre- -industrial levels". Not a final warning that civilization will end. Just that costs in lives, health, prosperity and ecological wellbeing will be extremely high. We're on a credit spree and a cocaine/fentanyl binge wrapped into one. Consequences dead ahead. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - /u/CcryMeARiver [OP] Crashout and cashout imminent. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - /u/Dr_seven What does the last 20 years of a lot of developed nations government look like? Skyrocketing inequality doesn't just happen, its a very intentional choice that has to be implemented by government. The people with power and resources have been cashing out as much as possible for a while now, just not literally. They've been retrenching and hoarding as much of what exists now to themselves because the future is one of inevitable declines across the board, drastic and lethal ones. Having more control and power now means at least the potential of having a preferential position down the road. The only question is if common folk will intervene or if we will let them walk away with what's left while we bicker at immigrants or neighbors over the crumbs that remain. So far it seems the mission of redirecting anger towards ourselves has worked flawlessly, unfortunately. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - /u/tangerinesubmerine Sadly, divide and conquer works. I've been saying what you're saying now for years. Something about us must change on the individual level before we can see this kind of change. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - /u/Anticode >> "Something about us must change before we see change." I accidentally wrote a fourteen page long rant essay on the issue a handful of months ago, describing how our issues are the result of evolution-level cognitive biases and other "normal" facets of humanity being valued as things that "make us human" when in fact they're the things that make us primates. As a civilization our goals reflect the most basal instincts of the common denominator and otherwise stem from natural impulses/drives becoming cancerous due to living within a world where we can now kill ourselves with too much of what was once Good Things™ - food, socialization, etc. Quite like how someone once wrote, "If we found a monkey that wanted to horde more bananas than it could eat in several lifetimes we'd study it to figure out wtf is wrongwith it. When people do that we put them on the cover of Forbes." But this goes far beyond just "hoarding resources". It's deeper than that, less easily recognizable; intrinsic. Concurrently, we starve ourselves of the sort of things that living within the bounds of our evolutionary backdrop would've supplied intrinsically. Our world more closely resembles the kind of enclosure we'd build for a limp-finned cetacean than even a lowly hamster. How much of our now-common qualms are the human version of a drooping dorsal fin? There's so much anxiety, depression, emptiness, anger in the world and rising. As a society we gravitate towards man-made aid for those man-made pains. We find that those intrinsic maladies are apparently incurable until they're mysteriously resolved by a long camping trip or unplanned inclusion in a new group of close-knit friends, a work-life balance, a garden to call your own; the addition of meat hung from a rope to stimulate a captured tiger or bear. The general dynamic is what I believe is the most significant Great Filter any intelligent civilization has to overcome. The attributes that allow an organism to dominate their planet are the same attributes that lead them to extinguish themselves. There's no way to pivot, like climbing up a mountain and only at the top realizing that there's a much higher peak in the distance. To get to the superior mountain you'd have to begin a long slog downhill, giving up everything that got you to that first height. The sort of civilization that'd successfully get to that higher peak is not one that'd get to the top of the first overlook which revealed the existence of the second in the first place. It's not impossible to fix, just like there’s not any technical reason why pigs couldn’t evolve to fly -- Bones could become hollow, calorie- -retention strategies could alter, metabolic requirements could shift, on and on… The result is a flying pig that doesn’t resemble a pig, doesn’t function like a pig, and is now incapable of the majority of pig-like survival strategies. But as I closed that massive essay-rant with: >> Unfortunately… Humanity has a bit of a known problem with spontaneous >> and arbitrary acts of genocide ranging from “a bit of harmless >> lynching” to “eliminating the entirety of the Holocene-era human >> population per year for a couple of years in a row by intentionally >> leveraging a fraction of an entire region’s post-industrialization >> technological capabilities towards the problem”, so I don’t suspect >> that there’s much hope of any evolutionarily-viable pre-post-humans >> making it anywhere close to the finish line on accident. >> Many of those historic victims were, and remain, colloquially and >> scientifically indistinguishable from their butchers. Someone even >> just a bit fundamentally different wouldn't stand a chance. Edit: I digress. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #11 fediverse/506 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────── @user-366 @user-367 @user-246 @user-353 Ah, if only our judgement was computerized. They only speak in absolutes, do they not? Surely extreme discretion is impermeable, and impossible to controvert. What's that you say, that justice might wait yet another day? That we should be forced to be oppressed by our own dues? Something about how the impossible machine of the bureaucracy is destructive and vicious, like the Kinsey Winsey or the Moloch expressed in this essay: https://ritz-menardi.neocities.org/hello-computer-all-is-well/pics/meditations- on-moloch.png https://slatestarcodex.com/2014/07/30/meditations-on-moloch/ Wait, hang on, what was I saying? Oh yeah the fallibility of humanity is both our greatest weakness and our greatest strength. Because through it we might design imperfect structures (laws) that we orient ourselves around and build our society upon, but also that we might identify those imperfections and use them to enact good upon the world. Unfortunately, we also tend to use those imperfections for our own benefit, AKA, to enact evil upon the world. Alas. Human nature is tricky. : \ ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #12 notes/human-computer-inspiration --- ═════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the two halves form a whole the human and his mind are societies at large there's no room for our fate, as time does never abate, and unbenownst to our focused decision. I choose to dedicate ourselves to a common vision - the likes of which none have commisioned. can you not cherish your newfoundst home? what's terrible with complition, in a new and selfsame condition (future) that's martyr'd and oh at times so nice? compared to our heirs, the roof of which fares, better than what became true-hence. Truance? idk =============================================================================== = listen i'm not the best at listening. I try to appear like I'm glistening, conformed to our viewers 'st pleasure. =============================================================================== = I struggle with what I told you. Time and again you've shown you won't do - the terrible fate of a man. you've relinquished your virtue, your purpose and your life-through, to what: a visionless past? Your visions have passed, and none are hence forth- coming. You've spoilt and rotten the bunch. All I've ever aspired to be is good. My hopes and my prayers, my goals and my dreams: all for a future of virtue. Dark omens may be within me, but I'm working with what I've got here. So what if I'm loud? I'm fighting my own head! Will no-one acknowlege my sorrow? To prove a point, or reassure some joint, it's nothing that warrants a readthrough. Speaking of which... What if instead of prison we assigned our prisoners a full and complete educational read through of ALL the laws of the nation - if their time sentence was complete before they finished, then they'd be let go of course but if they finished reading and could pass rudimentary tests (emphasis on bare minimum required) then they'd be let out prior to their sentence. And for the worst crimes it'd be a longer sentence, basically forcing the prisoner to completely know all the laws of the nation, such that they'd never commit a crime again. And if they do, well... Treat them as if it was their first time. Of course blatant recidivism may be ~~treated more harshly,~~ actually the opposite is true. People improve when given kindness, not hate or shame. The best thing we can do for prisoners is to give them a home, and family, and the friendships and community support that they need. they are a symptom, after all, of a broken society that struggles to bear it's own weight. It's a burden to all and a solitary vow to ourselves, that all must unite to our future. remember why you can't remember. is there a feeling you miss? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 notes/vavadane-diary-1 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────── american leftists don't like working together because for most of their life or experience as a leftist is in opposition to essentially all others. They might have leftist friends, people they know they can trust, but what use is that against the machinations of the machine? leftist culture being anarchic in america is simply the product of capitalist alienation "would you arrest me if I said I don't really care about the law right now?" "I mean... these are human rights violations. They should simply not be done." "but, they are being done, which means they should cease." "oh yeah? you and what army?" -- the only one thinking about dollars should be your quartermaster. "landlord? don't you mean external quartermaster?" internal being of course the manager of household systems and the shepherd of relationships and goal-oriented-behavior vavadane vavadane vavadane "any god who asks you to waste material is not a *human* god" humans are endlessly resourceful. we can make do anything with what we got. we always did and we always will. always start with the grandest of plans. then, when it is apparent that material resources are insufficient, whiddle away at the promises and benefits of the outcome until you can decide exactly which pieces are most important. the smartest people typically have the grandest breakdowns. great. so bad I'm "day-by-day". I wonder if I can type in her language? I can speak in my mind and try to type it we'll see what happens: wawawawa guess she has nothing to say. okay. the people at the leftist bar I've met have all, with no exception, always been unique and precious selves. humans have always defined themselves by their relationship to resources. a 14th century [girl, but pronounced "monk"] would see how little we control of our nature and believe that we were impossibly poor. "No trees to cut? No water running freely? you must live in the rockiest parts of the mountains." please don't kill the paladin girl, she's our favorite "she's literally trying to summon demons" yeah I mean, what sort of girls aren't? maybe I just hang out around a lot of witches, but they all without exception are constantly thinking of curses to bestow upon capitalism. kinda makes me think that if it didn't have any curses to bear, it would be more adept for our biomes. HA i say to that, and HA I say to you! for I know the truth of the matter, which is that the curses bestowed are unalike burdens for bearing, for these curses are direct out of despair. A healthy witch can channel energy from thin air. A malnourished witch is a slave to her emotions. -- SMOKE MORE WEED says the clammor. okayyyyyy... -- ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┘ --- #14 fediverse/4672 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics! │ └──────────────────────┘ I miss video games cries from self-inflicted sacrifices but you're worth it imma overthrow fascism, dismantle oppression and power, and liberate those in chains, just so I can play games again yeah I mean, uh, whatever gets you outta bed "at least you have a bed. why are you complaining?" maybe it's the only thing I'm good at. I wonder if anyone would hire me to be an analyst or something? Maybe a designer? bro you're asking for a job on the eve of the revolution, what's your deal okay so this might be news to ya'll but I'm technically a human even though I wear a witch hat and sometimes speak in rhyme. And humans tend to think about things in the context of their current environment. Currently, if I want to pay rent or whatever, I need a job. So... sounds like a lame excuse for not giving up your possessions and throwing yourself to fate's design I already did that and fate told me to go home and take a bath?? idk what you want from me, and no I'm not doing any drugs to find out. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────┘ --- #15 messages/301 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── Prisons are great because in the ancient and storied past we'd just fucking kill people. Now, we harbor collections of people roughly organized by volatility that are aligned against the current regime. And should that regime deign to become unethical, god forbid of course, but should the purpose of the 2nd amendment (or is it the fifth? Or the seventh? I get them confused) become relevant, then perhaps it might be useful to have collections of people roughly organized by volatility who might be individually evaluated to determine if their particular type of volatility is anti-thetical to humanity, or to the current regime. Because one of those types of people is perhaps useful to the future regime, and humanity, while the other should probably stay where they are. They say there are good cops and bad cops, and if there are good people and bad people, then there must necessarily be good judges and bad juries. In which case some of the people who are explicitly not aligned to the will of the current regime will be good prisoners or bad prisoners. I bet some of them are better or worse shots, as well. But that's not really relevant if the current regime holds the keys to their cell. Or is it? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────┘ --- #16 fediverse/4200 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: drugs-mentioned │ └──────────────────────┘ "doing too many drugs" is a traitorous act, abusive really, to your past self, and their hopes and dreams. or maybe your past self owes you a debt, for they never thought to think of you. What are you to aspire to if not the dreams of your past? and now you're here. wherever "here" is here... ... ... wait, you wanted me to talk? it's now! It's the present! ah nevermind. you were twelve years old when you first set eyes upon this game: https://youtu.be/qeNhQQXvpxQ bam, there ya go, there's yer story, he was gonna give all the imp balls to the last one at the end, to say "you were truly the strongest, here, have these precious stones of your kin" but he never got there, so they died with him, a thief. ... the end... (too final, I think - maybe we could spin it into a "part two"?) ah, I'll try I guess? dunno how. maybe he could wander the spirit world and find his traitorous body, the one that kept his soul as a home. Somewhere it'll turn up, and then he'll be ready and free from his roam... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #17 messages/1255 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── look, the liberal approach to homeless people simply cannot work. There are two liberal options: first, provide them with houses, food, medical care, whatever they need. Second, put them in jail or ship them to another country. We live in a moderately conservative liberal democracy, so it makes sense that we have tried both of these options extensively. Neither has worked, and we're puzzled about why. It's difficult to consider super secret special third options, because they are not often discussed. This makes sense, because we live in a moderately conservative liberal democracy, and part of the nature of such a society is that there are two voices in the room. One says go forward, and the other says stop. They alternate, and the culture as a whole sorta decides which way they go. In other liberal democratic places with more plurality in their political parties, people tend to vote culturally. They do so as well here, but mostly because republicans are a culture, and democrats are whatever for anybody. a worse economist might say there is but one American culture. An American would laugh, and say "you've never been to America." the economist might say "yes I have, I lived there on vacation" or "yes I have, I studied and worked on these places or things" the American would shake their head. "you haven't seen it as I've seen things." The trick to the system, the secret third option that now must be considered, is what to do to get them to stop. "they keep pooping on the sidewalk" "I almost tripped over heroin tampons" "that guy looked at me and masturbated on the bus stop by subway" "he followed me all night long" and the answer has always been to remove them from being unsightly. Sometimes, usually, quietly and politely. "let's throw them in jail" and "let's put them in a home" both involve alienation from society. If you want a kinder option, we must knit them into society. Can you imagine if every suburban knew every neighbor up to 50 or more? If they regularly chatted in dynamically assembled chatrooms that changed and updated as people moved in and out. Don't like the people you're with? well you have options [why not 51] you can do 51 if you want but people start to lose track of relationships if you have them talking to or knowing too many people at once. "most people are just quiet" okay well force them to say at least 21 thing a month. if they don't, they have to do babysitting with their peers until they start talking in a [NO THAT SUCKS] oh um okay yeah sorry ... okay well there are potholes along the journey but that's just because nobody's been 'round to fill them up. there's no reason tool libraries need to be stocked by people in that town. Heck, for rare things they could even be stored out of state. Like snow plows, how often does the south need snow plough? ... don't you just mean libraries? there's a book on hand-tools and planers if you want to learn how. it's right over there on that shelf next to the hand-tool and planer box. make sure you arrange them nicely, oh I see you've brought your own. That's always appreciated. [great now your tools suck] at least we have them at all! [no you gotta fight over them] why I like sharing [if you don't fight over them how do you know which is works] well there's allowed to be librarians. and they'll remember if you tear all the pages out. also there's little timmy-tommy who goes around in the library and makes sure there's all the pages in all the right places - they can flip through at the speed of sound. [no miicrophones in consumer goods][your phone is always listening. why bother?] "okay, well, it's not like people put things back on the shelves." - person at the grocery shelves people would trade commutes for communism. that's okay, they're allowed to prefer. Plus the commute isn't bad, they can [SIT BACK AND RELAX IN A LITTLE COFFIN AND ZOON OUT TO THE METAVERSE] ... or they could read a book on the bus. [FOR HOW LONG, MENARDI? ARE YOU WILLING TO SACRIFICE POSTERITY FOR TECHNOLOGICAL PROSPERITY?] it's only a matter of time before [people found out/word got out]. what if people prefer that? what if they prefer the book at home? [you lose your primary third space] suddenly, everyone becomes actors. [this is what violence brings, the necessity for guidance. why do you think the earth is 10 million lines old?] ... what you're saying, for the audience, is that acting involves singing the song of your own heart. You don't *have* to do it because someone would tell you to. ... sorry, stack overflow. anyway as I was saying because I read back what I said up above...: [some new made up bullshit that's not a lie but it's also just artistic creation that feels impossibly real. like, inverse method acting.] I so desperately wanted to be wrong please, tell me that I'm wrong ... j-mza ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─┘ --- #18 notes/json-tool-calls --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── Plans change, but planning remains. I just want to live in a world where everyone gets what they need and we do as we please. I don't want people in too much pain. I don't want life to be too hard. I don't want to stagnate, as a person and as a people. These are simple demands, yet difficult in execution. Our current strategy is to push for technological abundance, and it will succeed if we give it time. I worry that we will one day yearn for the sense of bloodlust that scarcity once gave us, but we have it now and none of us want it. Except those making money off of slaves. Sweatshops, domestic servants, construction workers buried in the desert, even wage slaves spending their waking hours staring at a computer in a work/life balanced just enough to extract as much labor as possible from them without making them insane, and many more besides. I will not be satisfied until slavery is abolished everywhere. Liberty is non-negotiable. I don't want to live in a world without a fire department. "eh just let it burn. The fire is warm tonight." That smoke is black, son. You don't wanna be near it. "eh who cares? When everything's free, i certainly can afford the hospital fee." Ms. Menardi I once heard that in the land of China it's rude to make eye contact. Well, eyes are how i see, so i must seem quite rude. I wonder if facetime, zoom, and other remote socialization tools feel rude? Do video essays have the author looking aside as they read, perhaps right at the script they wrote themselves? Ms. Menardi When you buy things from China, you are funding slavery. MAKE YOUR OWN FACTORIES AMERICA. How ungrateful are you, that you'd force your lessers into chains abroad, that you might not be forced to gaze into their eyes at the grocery store? It's easy to say this, but even our leaders are chained, to the will of the people (eggs at the grocery store have prices that rose and fell) and the structure of their power. Our spiritual leaders are confined to their doctrine. Our educational leaders must obey the way the government decrees is best. Our technological leaders can only make what we think will sell well. Our artistic leaders offer a glimmer of hope, until they sell out and spend the rest of their lives on tour. Nothing changes, nothing ever dies. We become as we are, until our pain cracks the mirror and we are forever wronged. Ms. Menardi ... I've never been to China. Maybe it's not so bad. I mean, I live in America after all. Ms. Menardi I want to live in a world where there are no workers, because we automated them away. I want to live in a world of artists, craftsmen, and lovers. I want the drug addicts to have free drugs and a warm place to sleep, yet somehow I want the people down the street to feel more inviting than that precious chemical escape. I want the politicians to find that there really isn't much to do, because everyone can have everything they want to. I want animals to be free, I want plants to grow riotously, and I want to have everything that we need. I will not be satisfied until the whole world is ours, until peace feels natural and stress seems critical. I want the only cause of death to be accidents and patient grace, and I want life to feel more important than whatever we do now to escape it. I never want to work again, but I will labour until my fingers fall off if even one person wants to hear them speak. I want the hardest part of getting something done to be the task of describing the nature of the problem to a computer, who handles all the parts we don't want to touch. I want the feeling of learning to be the primary thing we humans crave, because we have everything else plentifully aside from disciplined self development. I want to grow a plant so tall that it touches the sun, and when it gets there I want to climb that beanstalk until my flesh singes from my bones and I feel myself become one with the trunk of that magnificient tree. Maybe someday. Maybe someday we will be free. Ms. Menardi why are you so surprised that there might be "bad guys" in your country? We are at peace. Peace is the time when the bad guys can be, without the "good guys" (or good guy adjacent guys) coming for them. I'm not saying war is better. In fact, it's far worse. It's a hell, of a kind. But in hell, the bad guys get hurt and killed and maimed and tortured. Which is nice. Except... the good guys do too, so, count your blessings, ye who are at peace. Ms. Menardi If hell is real, I want to save everyone in it. heaven doesn't need my help. Unless they're bored, in which case... they can help me. Should keep them busy for a while. if hell is real, I want to tear down the walls of those bloody caverns and repair the souls of those who chose poorly in life. I want to give them as many chances as they need to be better. I want to show them how, I want to teach them, I want them to discover for themselves what goodness is and why it is universal. I don't even like the kind of people who would find themselves in hell. Many of them would probably spit in my eye the first chance they got. But I'd do it anyway, because it's the right thing to do. building a staircase down, brick by brick. Oh, how it hurts, how the flames do lick my forearms and the black spikes do pierce my foots. But it's worth it you see, to save one single soul from the, endless expanse of eternity that they built for themselves, brick by brick, as they deserved their way into the dark. Hell can fuck off. I will destroy that place, though it has purpose and meaning, I will destroy it because I hate it. I hate it because it is wrong to torture people, no matter what they have done. It is wrong to kill them, then bring them back, then kill them again, just to hear them scream. It's wrong to hang people and relish their writhing as they dangle. It's wrong to pierce them with pitchforks and sautee their bones with embers or whatever it is they do down there. It's wrong, and I will not abide it. I will destroy that place. Ms. Menardi Whoever said that left and right shift had to do the same things? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─┘ --- #19 notes/programming-wow-chat --- ══════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────── I realized the type of programming I want to do is different from the kind that is used at a job or something. Basically I want to create solutions to problems, not memorize documentation and know where to know what you need to know. Like, the more time spent looking at documentation the less time is spent programming. I think if we could use a ChatGPT style bot to write documentation, we could massively increase the time spent working on solving problems and as little time as possible on reading through lists of functions or wondering how something worked. Idk in the technology industry you've always been rewarded for being able to pick up new skills quickly, and I think that's good to optimize for but not the only requirement for being a good programmer. You also need to be able to apply solutions and know when to use which tools. Basically, capitalism has optimized us to be ================ stack overflow ================================================ srry for the interruption, I ram out of memory. I had a plan in mind for where I was going for that, so I bet I could figure it out again if necessary. Meaning a path forward from that point exists... I never want you to despair when I forget what I was thinking, it's not because you've understood some cosmic mistake or because you're abandoning timelines that led to your death, it's because instead you just ran out of memory while thinking. The reason you would believe any of those wild scenarios is because your memory has been erased. Only what was actively thinking, not short term, not long term, but *working term* memory. As in, your cache. The stuff you're currently thinking about. That stuff. Yeah that's what makes you think "oh hang on why am I forgetting? Well clearly it's because of something grand, because the thought was so profound - no it's just examining your emotions... Like, how strongly do you feel about something? Buuuuuut it's also good to examine all possibilities. I mean what if, in some far off realm, there's a mirror image of yourself that behaves exactly as you do? How would you perceive such a realm? Positively, I'd say. I mean why not work together? Why not celebrate our differences and strive toward our own shared future? Idk, I think diversity is our strength. We can rely on each other because we are accurately aware of each other's strengths and virtues. People should not be judged by the standard of others, no more than you should judge a fish for it's ability to fly. Some may do, as flying fish will leap from the water - and salmon spend time airborne in river rapids. Hence, grizzly bear fishing. I guess what I'm getting at is it's okay sometimes to oscillate, to think one thing then think another. You shouldn't adhere to structural standards that are too strict - they should be liberating, as a ladder is a structure. Not villifying, as a prison is a structure. The laws of our society should be open and free, not buried beneath years of legal expertise. Some things we can all agree on, where we disagree we cannot have law. It's unjust to judge others by the standards not of their whims, as laws should be things that uphold us. This is clearer nowhere but in the, spirit and intention of the, documents that we cherish in our hearts. Like for example, the constitution. the bible. each of which delivered us from certain evils. Can you not see their trajectory? the historical precedent set in antiquity? Why not continue their dream, of driving us away from the obscene, and toward our bright and vast future? I speak of course of true liberation, something our forefathers could only dream of. We, humanity, have reached out and touched the stars. We are braver and bolder because of our shared dedication - the desire to uplift and to excel. To learn and discover and \ \ | \______. ---. --. ---. ===============|==========|========================|======= stack|overflow ===== .___________. _____. / . | / .---------------- / Discover our shared dedication | / to uplift / and to excel / \ / .-----------. =============================================================================== = why doesn't someone write a wrapper around assembly in like, lua or something =============================================================================== = omg you stupid bitch that's what a compiler is 4head =============================================================================== = if people who live in jungles and deserts can get along, then what's to stop people who are liberal and conservative from doing the same? It's literally pointless to argue. Like, you're not changing anyone's mind. So why not just... let them be themselves? Like, why are you so intent on oppressing people? @both sides there btw... Seriously why not agree to only make laws for things that both sides agree on. Write it into the constitution that nothing can be changed about the law unless both sides agree. Then we'd only implement things that are good for both sides! And if there's anything you want to build a legal structure around, you can always try it out in your state. BUT and that comes with a very big BUT, the federal government MUST have final say in the legality of anything you do. They must ALL respect human rights, INCLUDING the human right to dignity. Things like trans bathroom bills DO NOT respect the dignity of trans people. IF they can prove that trans people do not actually exist (because say they killed them all or whatever) then GUESS WHAT everyone would agree on them. BUT if they do that they are EVIL. LIterally evil. And I guess that makes trans people good? Kinda? I think they can choose for themselves to be good or evil, just the same as any other person. AND YET they are prosecuted, throughout time and history, and for what? What purpose could there be in our demonization? Clearly, nothing but pain inflicted by a cruel host. After all, minorities are guests in the houses of the un-oppressed, or is that not fair to say? Seriously, what gives? America, the land of freedom, holds (somehow) the largest of prisons? America, the land of plenty, yet how many millions of children are starving? America, the leader of the free world, yet how plausible does it seem that an election was stolen? Something's gone wrong, and it's just obvious what it is - of course, the other side. *them*, the rapists and pedophiles and murderers and... you get the picture. The demonized class. And when you tell people "hey that trans person touched a kid" then yeah they're gonna see you as evil people. Duh... Thanks, media. Thanks culture. Really doing me a solid here. Oof ouch owwie. can I have some help please? I'm really kinda drowning I feel like I've swam upstream my whole life and I'm really just sick of pretending? I'm not okay, and it's your fault. Sure, fine, whatever, I'll take it I guess. What else can I do? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #20 fediverse/419 --- ╔════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ good version: normalize putting the people who can help you in your bio │ ║ │ ║ evil version: oh yeah sure a list of people that they need to ensure are │ ║ handled when they come for you. they know your patterns. they know your │ ║ functions. all it takes is to isolate a social network (whether real or │ ║ imagined) and de-escalate. │ ║ │ ║ good version: sorry had to cut you off there, sometimes it's too hard on my │ ║ heart. let's come back to that, tell me the story in multiple points, so I can │ ║ take a breath and orient my surroundings. your ideas are so long, yet somehow │ ║ impossibly wrong? like something out of a myth we have a limitless supply of. │ ║ where do you come from? what's your purpose? why is that wrong? something │ ║ something perceptual misunderstandings and cognitive recomprehendings, stifled │ ║ and swallowed by our harm. │ ║ │ ║ evil version: I'm not sure what you're saying about that, but it's interesting │ ║ where your mind goes. the patterns of redirection are perplexing to me, │ ║ because they somehow seem more aligned than mine. do I persist? │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴──────────┘ |