oh hey, all y'all coming in from the facebook badness: the reason facebook is bad is because capitalism, in case that wasn't clear.
Uncomfortable fact: while my heart feels joy seeing all the random lovely weirdness of the community of users on mastodon, I realize I am continuing to use twitter more, because the people I follow there are literally more boring, and I too am boring, and in my middle aged boringness that is all I can handle, cognitively. Y'all too exciting for me here. Can't even tell what any damn things you're tootin' are about.
"Blessed by the Algorithm" — I can almost hear an apocalyptic Muse song in my head, as regular people slowly start to venerate the computer gods
https://mastodon.social/media/UVFGozJyKSNF7TiBv90
tired: car/cdr
wired: first/rest
inspired: primus and secundus
too old to shitpost, too young to die
Spare time nerdery has turned fun lately: NaN boxing, five and six bit character codes, SCSU, ISPF, Mumps, qp-tries, CBOR. In case I appear totally miserable with computers: not totally. Still amused by some parts.
the cbc winter olympics broadcast has a moose named mr. orlando, a "professional reporter", who's commentating on zambonis smoothing out the ice on the rinks. 
This is Mastodon
There is little quite as tormenting to a static language engineer as spending a week in the "everything magically coerces to an index or an expression or a series" jello-typed world of data science environments. How anyone has the slightest confidence their code is doing what they think it is, I do not know.
I already miss so much. The thought of all the additional things I'll miss in life is sometimes unbearable.
Every night I dream that Rob Hood is the supreme ruler of Earth; every day I awake disappointed by reality.
dwelling on the odd thought that so much of Western society depends on the only source of kinship or camaraderie be shared trauma
schools, fraternities, military service
painful, wracking experiences that don't educate, don't foster love, but the reward is, once you're out, you'll have a support network of survivors
so many people can't imagine any other glue for a community
But, Mother, how can _I_ destroy Capitalism? The machine is so big, and I am so small. My siblings stand with me but we are just wheat before the combine. We may die with honour, standing tall; but we will die nonetheless.
Dear sweet child, do not stand in front of the machine, it will just grind you up. Run up behind, quick as a mouse, and climb inside. Nibble the wires. Sand the grease. Slow it that your siblings may join, plucking the cogs, rusting the steel. Until it grinds to a halt.
you know it's a party when you break out the unicode box-drawing characters for your documentation
Bertrand Russell & Buckminster Fuller on Why We Should Work Less, and Live & Learn More. Good commentary on the paternalistic puritan/methodist doctrine of "improvement" used to justify Enclosure. http://www.filmsforaction.org/articles/bertrand-russell-and-buckminster-fuller-on-why-we-should-work-less-and-live-and-learn-more/
Maciej Ceglowski is relevant here: http://idlewords.com/talks/haunted_by_data.htm
"If you can get away with it, just don't collect it! Just like you don't worry about getting mugged if you don't have any money, your problems with data disappear if you stop collecting it."
It is pleasing and a little sad, in the way all memory is, to shuffle through a set of transit passes from different cities. Every city holds a spectrum of memories, and each of these little objects compresses that spectrum down to a tangible, pocket sized memento.
In Layer 8, the user, a human, dies. As they die, they decompose back into base parts. They become the Physical. They become Layer 1. And, thus, the circle is complete.
This is the OSI Layer Model.
