When reading a subsection of the essay you're rewriting to your trainer misfires horribly because the processing speed conversion ratio when moving the working unit from neural net to vocal chord is f$&king abysmal.

The theocratic parallels drawn out of @MargaretAtwood`s novel as the inevitable minority majority spurs the @GOP into taking its minority rule moonshot are innumerable.

Yet, we miss the most critical. It's how it all starts, with acceptance.

Brain was kicking around a bubble demography art concept yesterday. Today it wants to kick around effective reach. I will tell it to work the rewrite.

So much still to extract. Starting to look forward to hitting empty so I can refill with Carl, Martin, and Ludwig.

Aside from generating lite versions for folks like Jenn that get turned off by the fauxfanity (my explanatory voice sounds angry to her so she probably reads that sh$t at an 11), I probably oughta do annotated versions so the poetic and the clarified can coexist.

Will the gravestone's engraving
Read, "Stark fucking raving"
When I go?

Bee tee dubs, up to three verses on the hypothetical poem I'm not writing…

Will the crows
Eat my toes
When I go?

Will the smile
Last awhile
When I go?

Will Peter per apostolate
Yell, "fuck your feelings!" at the gate
When I go?

Will Peter per apostolate
Yell, "fuck your feelings!" at the gate
When I go?

Both versions of the rewrite need be littered with footnotes, figured I'd save them for last.

I suppose the author's cut and lite versions of an essay could live at the same address and I could use a bit of Javascript to pop up a pair of paragraphs for the reader to tap towards their taste.

The re-written rough bits to date…

On Dragon Weaving

What I Suppose We'd Call the Preamble

Honesty, I haven't a clue why, in February of last year, I found myself pondering the web of dragon mythology that so ensnares the imagination of man. Of how the machinations of my mind materialized the path it would then travel, I've an even clumsier grasp. I believe there is something significant to be found within the folds of fumbled expression held by the essay I had composed. Now, a year later (finding myself in possession of more diversely and formidably equipped faculties), I shall recompose its art and prose, hoping to attain a composition that more capably communicates that which I have to say. It shall be begin with a declaration.

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The storyteller spins a yarn for transmitting select information as a recognizable pattern from which meaning may be gleaned. From a tapestry woven with a collection of such threads, one discerns a worldview. The collected tapestries woven by a people constitutes their culture.

One of the suggested destinations provided by the ever cheeky OED while I was looking up phonemes:

On the fence regarding whether to test drive replacing all the f$&king fauxfanity in the essay I'm rewriting with their ˈfə-kiŋ phonemes.

I think it's time to revise my approach to social media. There must be a way to filter for and form connections (which I count as someone willing to at least take a stab at reading my core once aware). It's easy to spot the two of y'all on MB. Twitter not so much.

With one of three sections down, the rewrite's PDF export is currently sitting at 34 pages.

A sentence describing an upcoming sentence as tripping the 40 word warning, pictured here tripping the 40 word warning.

American journalism forgot (or never understood) its civil service model isn't of the field-of-dreams ilk. It produces when pulled. Sitting idly by for years while 40-some% pulled elsewhere, outside its credibility cage, has led to its death. Resurrection requires grokking this.

Here's why I switched off, @harrisonjaime. Perhaps were you willing to engage, you'd be in a better place to avoid that which draws near.

Pundits still … still be acting like the problem is one of messaging and not one of effective reach. Might be time to reduce weekend viewing down to Ali. Shame you ain't a reader @TiffanyDCross.

This weekend probably marks the last chance at reclaiming our faculties in time to make a difference come November.

You'll notice … my breath … not held.

The irony of the passing of all the pro-life laws is that, when combined with the racially skewed wealth gap, forced pregnancies shall marginally accelerate the growth of the minority majority over the next couple decades (it arrives regardless in 2028).

My god y'all at @MSNBC are forest blind.

Look at @MSNBC going "county to county" learning precisely what I'd begun warning about in February of 2021: the needle is fixed, progress obstructed, promises impossible to deliver.

The ladies nailed it at tribal on this evening's #Survivor. I paused it when Jonathan started addressing Drea to explain to Jenn how I read the situation. I was happy to hear Drea make the exact same argument I had just made when we resumed playback (side note, I'm a white boy).

"Do you want any chocolate?"

Second silliest question behind, "Do you want any wine?"