Spellcheck blues: typing ‘algo es algo’ (something is something) to a Spanish speaking friend. Glance at the screen as I’m pushing send…’also is alto’.
I’ve got Apple Maps app set to male from New Zealand, now I need to be able to set spellcheck to Spanglish.
December 2, 2025 at 2:03 PM
Spellcheck blues: typing ‘algo es algo’ (something is something) to a Spanish speaking friend. Glance at the screen as I’m pushing send…’also is alto’.
I’ve got Apple Maps app set to male from New Zealand, now I need to be able to set spellcheck to Spanglish.
Every time I re-watch WALLE, I have to survive the hiccup realization that for all the beautiful, talented, heartfelt, wonderful individuals that I know, none will have the wealth or political power necessary to get a ticket on the last ship off Earth. All that brilliance and humanity will die here.
December 1, 2025 at 2:25 PM
Every time I re-watch WALLE, I have to survive the hiccup realization that for all the beautiful, talented, heartfelt, wonderful individuals that I know, none will have the wealth or political power necessary to get a ticket on the last ship off Earth. All that brilliance and humanity will die here.
That sigh when Sunday channel check for a good movie to end the week shows nothing much, but Deerhunter is just starting. A great great movie, but too real in terms of working class and war. I always want to will myself to be Michael and end up realizing I’m Nicholas.
December 1, 2025 at 2:14 PM
That sigh when Sunday channel check for a good movie to end the week shows nothing much, but Deerhunter is just starting. A great great movie, but too real in terms of working class and war. I always want to will myself to be Michael and end up realizing I’m Nicholas.
Gen X: To summarize the training I have received as a human being: descend from your natural state of heaven and climb Mount Mundane. As if there was no magic inside of you, as if being was a performance contract in a widget-sorting assembly line.
November 30, 2025 at 2:00 PM
Gen X: To summarize the training I have received as a human being: descend from your natural state of heaven and climb Mount Mundane. As if there was no magic inside of you, as if being was a performance contract in a widget-sorting assembly line.
I think the most logical, yet impassioned argument that god as conceived by humanity does not exist is in the existence of the human species. Casually evil, destructive, exploitive, cruel by degrees. What god would, with those godlike prescient powers, throw that wicked wrench into a living world?
November 30, 2025 at 1:53 PM
I think the most logical, yet impassioned argument that god as conceived by humanity does not exist is in the existence of the human species. Casually evil, destructive, exploitive, cruel by degrees. What god would, with those godlike prescient powers, throw that wicked wrench into a living world?
What your psyche doesn’t tell you: when you realize that there is an algorhithmic expression of being that can determine psychosis as the preferred way of managing this experience of human, you must then consider your own algorithm.
November 29, 2025 at 2:33 PM
What your psyche doesn’t tell you: when you realize that there is an algorhithmic expression of being that can determine psychosis as the preferred way of managing this experience of human, you must then consider your own algorithm.
A life fettered by the failings of my fathers and their fathers, chained by the constraints of the consensual context of my cohort. Even breaking free might be a pre-choreographed parody. (v1.2)
Now with brand new alliteration!
November 29, 2025 at 2:32 PM
A life fettered by the failings of my fathers and their fathers, chained by the constraints of the consensual context of my cohort. Even breaking free might be a pre-choreographed parody. (v1.2)
Black Friday seems a slightly amplified caricature of what we seek with our lives perhaps: more, better, cheaper, faster whether its pleasures, accomplishments, or any other yardstick we might pick up. No wonder some revel and others revulse; it's a mirror.
November 29, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Black Friday seems a slightly amplified caricature of what we seek with our lives perhaps: more, better, cheaper, faster whether its pleasures, accomplishments, or any other yardstick we might pick up. No wonder some revel and others revulse; it's a mirror.
Charlie Brown: "I'm depressed Linus. I need some words of encouragement to cheer me up." Linus: " Happiness is in our destiny like a cloudless sky before the storms of tomorrow destroy the dreams of yesterday and last week." CB: "I think that blanket is doing something to you."
November 28, 2025 at 2:09 PM
Charlie Brown: "I'm depressed Linus. I need some words of encouragement to cheer me up." Linus: " Happiness is in our destiny like a cloudless sky before the storms of tomorrow destroy the dreams of yesterday and last week." CB: "I think that blanket is doing something to you."
A very fettered life, burdened with the weight of ancestral patterns, constrained by the consensual context of cohort. From this even breaking free might be a pre-choreographed parody of liberation.
November 28, 2025 at 2:08 PM
A very fettered life, burdened with the weight of ancestral patterns, constrained by the consensual context of cohort. From this even breaking free might be a pre-choreographed parody of liberation.