memories for Jul 11
2016
Automation has already happened. The robots have already taken over most of the jobs that robots can perform. And it's already had major effects.
· Read more…If not revolution, then at least incrementalism.
· Read more…Disclaimer: I unequivocally condemn the actions of Michael Xavier Johnson and I can't help but wonder if his actual aim was not just to terrorize law enforcement officials but also to discredit the Black Lives Matter movement.
· Read more…2012
I'm trying to figure out where this thought came from, trying to tease apart my memory to determine who taught this to me, or how I learned it. For as far as I can remember, I've taken it as a personal article of faith that you cannot really chase happiness. Maybe it's just an extrapolation of the conventional wisdom that you can't buy happiness. But happiness is not something acquirable, certainly not like you can obtain the newest iPhone, or even the acquiescence of corrupt politicians in certain regions of the world of ill-repute. You can't realistically set a goal like "in 3 months, I will be happy", certainly not the same way you can say "in 3 months, I will lose 20 pounds" or even "in 3 months, I will be married."
· Read more…2008
I only had two simple tasks to complete today: complete my MacBook/iPod Touch/Apple Care rebate, and complete my Palm Centro/AT&T wireless rebate. Somehow it happens to be 11:10 p.m. and neither have been done.
· Read more…2007
2004
The appropriate song for this occassion would probably be The Cure's "10:15 on a Saturday Night" [
2003
Why do I feel like I am once again, in the calm before the storm? I suppose I could be paranoid.
· Read more…1998
I've seen a trillion stars
Burning upon the midnight sky
Still hoping for impossibilities
Still wishing for what cannot be
Even as my heart crumbles
Like a dessicated carcass long in the desert sun
Ash, ash, and no hope
Tell me the missteps I've taken
I wish to know what to regret
Much better the particular, specific grief
Rather than this dull, general drear
I trod upon the wayward path
Leading to the endless abyss
The land of the damned
Where the very idea of happiness
Is a ludicrous absurdity
that sets its denizens erupting with mirthless laughter
Oh, how laughter is cruelty
I know it not without its sharp barbs
Laughter which comes from my throat
Knows nothing of joy
and everything of bitterness
Still I dare ask why
I must be
Continue on
As this empty shell of a man
No dreams for tomorrow
I do not wish to stir even today
For the fire in my heart is extinguished
And not even an ember glows
I want nothing
For all I have desired has led to disappointment
And hope has just become another word for despair
I want nothing
But the silent grave of oblivion is slow to creep
Time crawls, inch by inch
I have a hundred thousand days to waste
wanting nothing
And still I will not get what I want
No do not tell me to wait for better times
I know everything about waiting
Waiting leads but to one thing
And that is only more waiting
and waiting to wait
life is only endless waiting
No do not tell me things will get better
For I have hoped with all my strength
wished with all my might
And still I have nothing to show for it
Though I crawl through the mud from sunrise to sunset
And bend my back in hard labor
I am dead
though I must still keep living
I know this is true because I no longer feel anything