When you bought an old edition of a book because the trailer of a Netflix documentary would suggest it bridges another of your pet theories (like Sagan and the Einstellung Effect) because you wanted the original argument… and someone had the gall to sign their name inside the copy you receive.
When you realize that in order for the dog to relax you must relax and in order for you to relax the dog must relax.
I wonder if we’re headed more towards picking our default assistants like we do our default browsers (there is a term that never evolved) or even further device f$&kery and platform-adoption-as-big-data-asset
Murphy had so much color in her life.
There is something discomforting about invisible👣 when you’re alone in your journey.
I’ve found myself leaning frequently on negative proofs to gain mindfulness. Take any anxiety inducing, pending outcome. Picture the outcome that worries you. Imagine the worrisome outcome is actually your greatest desire… how hard will it be to make that shit happen. If it would be hard, why worry.
I suppose I could stick the clubs back in the trunk of the car and get back to trying to knock the cork out the middle of all those f$&king practice balls.
When you’re being pressured to finish moving in so you can move out
Micro worldview realignment process installation failed. Nobody fucking said worldview realignment was fucking easy. If the alignment is too distant, realities are unshareable. On a micro level, you end up sellling a house you love after living there for six months for the second fucking time in your life. On a macro level, you end up enlisting for the second civil war (all enlistees incur four year furlough). You fuckers won’t put aside the dopamine drips long enough to unarse your own heads.
If we were face to face, here is how it would go:
For fucks sake, it isn’t the first thing you hear that woke you up. You were fucking 💤
Nobody has asked me what happened; but, here’s my answer anyway. If you have trouble grokking my response don’t feel deflated. The language I’ve used here in crafting my answer was constrained to the discrete set of paintings I printed before I stopped wanting to paint anymore.
Also, a soft shout out to @odd for single handedly invalidating my boasts of invisibility for some time now. I oughta pencil in an asterisk:
*** 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 = ∑ 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 - 𝑜𝑑𝑑
I’m old enough to remember when double digit scores where the norm for both sides in an NBA matchup because men mixed it up in the paint instead of tossing grenades at each other all evening.
Each day y’all don’t reach out and that I spend with her as my sole source of real human contact (she’s just now interrupting me for tapping my phone screen too hard) my faith in humanity slips a little.
Either I’ve shaken all followers from my Micro.blog account or @manton oughta consider reading my blog posts from this year like a diary and then pondering whether the social model for his platform **out-of-words**. As the author of the blog posts, I honestly would not know.
When, having become utterly smitten by the duality of the phrase “nothing is better than something,” the other half of your own dual brain quietly ponders, “I wonder if humanity’s ability to hold two mutually exclusive posits as equally true might dovetail with the theory of quantum computing.”
When you realize “I suppose I could hold the sale of the house hostage pending her agreement to both see her own psychiatrist and acquire her own couch counselor” are just thoughts you have now, in passing, ∑ background noise
They shackled their minds that they left on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost
I wish I could speak with Henry Rollins
When your yum won’t stop getting in the fucking way of her yuck and goddammit she won’t have any of it
Schrodinger’s cat: I want to bask in the knowledge the fucker may still be fine and put off having to check on him indefinitely. You want to freak the fuck out about how the cat is obviously already fucking dead and no we can’t check on him right this second but any goddamn moment now we’ll be obligated to unbox the lifeless husk of our very dear friend so you better fucking brace yourself.