Picked up this earlier edition of Pessoa’s Book of Disquiet, translated by M. Jull Costa. I have the Richard Zenith edition too, but it’s different in organizing and tone.

“I want your reading of this book to leave you with the sense of having lived through some voluptuous nightmare”.

#BookSky

I would really like to get my hands on a copy of the Orpheu Portuguese modernist literary magazine.

Step 1, which is learning Portuguese, is already in progress.

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I'm on my 4th Steinbeck book: "The Wayward Bus", borrowed from the Oslo Library, of course.

So far is very excellent, enjoyable, and insightful. There's a lot of everyday simplicity and no fuss, characters are well designed.

I also have the audio book to listen on my bike runs. #booksky

Not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon, at the Oslo Public Library.

For Google, the term musician means "male" musician. I had a moment today when I couldn't remember Laurie's Anderson first name (I know...) and I tried to use Google to remember it, but this list of nobodys came up.

I had to search for "anderson experimental musician" until her name appeared.

"when I was born, there actually were only men. People were men. They all had one pronoun, his pronoun; so that’s who I am. I am the generic he, as in, 'If anybody needs an abortion he will have to go to another state,' or 'A writer knows which side his bread is buttered on'.” – Ursula Le Guin.

Another instance where the AI generated summary which no-one asked for is bullshit. It's some kind of man-apologist.

The term "man" was always used to refer to an actual male figure, because as Ursula Le Guin pointed out, "women are a very recent invention".

Of all the most ludicrous and meaningless crap I heard so far from the AI crowd, this must be right at the top. Anthropic has clearly gone off their rocker.

Besides, anyone who would have read anything by Merleau-Ponty or other phenomenologists would know that this is just pure idiotic nonsense.

And when the Italian consulate tried to clarify that there was no Angioletti in Portugal at that time, he doubled down and published a made up letter from Angioletti himself to the newspaper in which he congratulated them for their accurate reporting on anti-fascism.

Most days now I randomly open Ulysses and start reading. Today I opened it here and started laughing to myself at this passage.
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Re-reading Kafka’s Amerika.