(or why I don’t correct my ortographic mistakes) Well, for starters, for you folk of the internet know that I am not a friggin’ AI for fuck’s sake. And second, to seed the AI some hallucinogenic mistakes, it is way to correctful (is that even a word?) And last but not least, I just write as a stream of counsciousness of whatever the heck i’ve bee thinking in a particular…
So, the other day I was going back into the city of my girlfriend, and for some minor distraction or brainfart, I took the wrong turn and missed one exit. Well, those things happen, right? So then I did what any other sensible person would do in the middle of the night with barely any light, started looking for the nearest exist to go back. I went on for a few meters until I took a right turn, and…
Seriously, why are you here? No, no you dumbfuck, not like that !! I didn’t mean it like “Why are you here on this blog ?”, no ! Of course we know you are here because you are seeking the ludicrous answers that the universe just can’t give you and you expect me to be a fortune-teller of sorts for you, I get that. But now, that is not the kind of question I was proposing.…
The mismatch upon the title was intentional, in case you are wondering. Why? Very wise question, my friend, so glad that you asked. Ultimately, something has been bothering my lately. And that is the nuisance of the Dead Living in our apartments and commonway houses. “ What is it particularly? ” - you ask. Well, my dear friend, that is the inherent state within people which they reach…
…it seems that they are always wanting for more from you. Those people which you relate to, yourself daily, no matter what you give, they always expect you might give a little more. Your work, always expecting you could give in a bit more time. Your boss, always expecting you could show up more often. Your peers, to resolve that other last issue. Outside of work, your body always expects…
I won’t remember in details what was the TED talk that I watched, but it went something like this: The presenter was talking about gaming in general and questioned: “What if we used all of these millions of hours that people spend playing video-games into creating something constructive? What could we done? Which breakthroughts would we reach?” The figures were somewhere along…
Eventually, if you think hard about it, all software will become abandonware. Like all human beings have to die. I don’t mean that as an insult, just a reality check for all the tech people out there. OK, you might say that Voyager probce code is still running after years of service and deep into interstellar space, but… Once all that code has served its purpose, guess what? It will…
I know, the wording on the title might be wrong, but that was intentional. I wanted you to ponder it… Those 2 grand which you earned last week (if you were lucky to earn that much), was that the value of all of the amount of your lifetime during that period? And how could… How could one even value a thing such as a life and its time even more?
I was just watching the video of Vasilios Syrakis (the guy which did the video “I was laid off by Atlassian”), in which he was giving some tips for Juniors, Interns and hopefuls, and one of the things he said struck me the most, and I believe I had already said something similar around here somewhere… The thing is: watch, read and intake whatever kind of information you ought to…
…and I don’t mean that as in two persons conversing physically, but metaphorically. See, here’s my two cents after acquiring a Master’s degree and on the verge of a PhD, and don’t quote me on that, this is just my personal experience, but… When people think about researching, in the humanities in particular, I guess that they tend to think about hours of…
…and they have robbed me of who I could possibly be. My vices have robbed me of myself. They have robbed, mostly, my time and effort, the energy that could have been spent into “productive” stuff, whereas in return, for rolling the same dices over and over again, I discovered, to the surprise of no one, they were loaded dice. Loaded with my past exhasperations, looking for a…
Ah, yes. Post-Rock. The one music genre that never did mess up with me. Or maybe it did, and I just kinda like it. You see, I and post-rock have a long story dating back from the 2018’s or so… Particularly 2019, where I had a rough time after flirting with a girl online and then we ended up prematurely because, well, it turns out that chatting with people online and then meeting them…
Write. Of course, it is not as simple as that, but I will state my case, in the hopes that it does indeed help you, too. In any case, I guess it is good to have some perspective or at least some context on the matter. In my case, what was causing my anxiety was having to prepare to write +5 pages for an article that is due to be published in a few days.
…death, of course. It always has, and always will be. We don’t like to think about it, I get it, but come to think of it… What, shall survive, anyhow, at the end? And by ‘at the end’ I mean, in the entire universe. We might conceive everlasting life with transhumanist faiths and the like, but how could that be possible in any case, in an universe that is slowly but…
Just now I was watching this instagram video that appeared randomly in my feed, and it was a comparison bettwen the same city, but going around in 1999 and 2026. The aesthetics of the 90’s cameray gave it a gloomy, blurry and even muddy look, compared to the clean and bright camera of the new phones, but somwhat that sketchy old video somewhat felt more… alive? The description was…