Another entry in the AI Novel covers series. Here’s the generating prompt:
Generate an image of a fake novel cover called “Illegal Touching by Jillian St. Basketball”. It is a sports romance novel.
What is going on with that basketball? And why is the guy’s teeth like that? Melty hoops I understand.
Currently reading: The Last Colony by John Scalzi 📚
Started last night. Thought I’d take a break from the Old Man’s War series, but was feeling a light fun novel last night so keeping on!
I put my desk together yesterday. It’s missing a support beam underneath (I must have accidentally thrown it out in the frantic move), so the lower level wobbles, but I figure I can replace it with a two by four. In the mean time, I have a dedicated desk and large monitor for the first time in nine months!
Snow is sticking in New York for the first time time this year.
A great map of the independent web, assigned to categories you can look up by clicking. What you’re reading is part of the “Personal web” but there’s so many interesting nooks. Folder poetry? The feral web? Let’s go.
Susuru Ramen in Astoria is absolutely incredible. I had the garlic oil Kuro. Great broth, noodles cooked just right.
Because the job is not to know; it’s to become. A sociopath knows what kindness is and how to weaponize it; a saint becomes it.
Finished reading: The Ghost Brigades by John Scalzi 📚
Stale cigarette smoke is a deeply nostalgic smell for me, even though I never was a smoker. I don’t get to smell it much anymore, which is probably a good thing, since it’s still pretty gross.
I’ve performed in countless improv shows, but tonight will be the first time I’ll host one. Wish me luck.
There’s a dude eating almonds from a plastic carton on the bus, which I don’t have a problem with, but at first I thought they were pistachios and I did have a problem. Who can explain my brain.
Finally, I’m using AI for its intended purpose.
Where have all the websites gone? From Jason is spot on. Don’t click the footer.
Anyone remember soap on a rope? I don’t, but Chuck-D rhymes it, so it must be real. Sounds like it would be exactly what it says on the tin, but I refuse to Google it.
My sister and I maybe thirteen years ago. I really chose all that.
I’m making friends at my new apartment.
Some mornings, you just want to listen to Jive Talkin’ 🎵
I really relate to the calm a careful, iterative, and high standards approach to work Dries lays out in The Watchmaker’s Approach to Web Development. In fact, I think it’s a big part of why I have a career.
After nine months of couch surfing, I’ve been able to move into an apartment. I’m so grateful to everyone who hosted and supported me and to my new wonderful roommates. I’m very tired.
My co-worker Pauline shared this poem from Mary Oliver, and it hit me hard. Truly beautiful.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
New year, new underwear. I should make this an annual habit, instead of every decade.
Seen on the storefront of a local medical center.
Happy new year, from lasers with love.
It’s the last day of December, and this is my last opportunity to ramble about what I’ve been watching, reading, and listening to. You ready? I’m not. Let’s go. 📺 TV I watched … Read more