Stream of Consciousness

Meta update: I just added memories to the homepage list of content and to the everything page. It feels more complete.

I feel my brain dry. I call it "feeling gray". In days like this it's like I can't get any joy, and no pill is able to get me out of it.

I updated the tags in all the blog posts. They were all over the place, and there were almost more tags than posts. They should make more sense now.

Somebody keyed my car really bad, and my stoicism is being tested right now.

I was trying to fine-tune cross-posting for this blog when a thought hit me in the face: why the fuck do I need to automate all this shit? What for? Do I care that much about Bluesky and Mastodon to make sure I dial everything to perfection?

No I don't. And in the cases when I do, I can perfectly go and type the thing and hit send like a fucking human being and not a robot.

We saw Carlos Ballarta's new hour last night. Definitely, easily, the best stand-up comedian we have in latin america.

The whole show is him talking as if he's gossiping, with seamless transitions between subjects and covering a range of subjects from toxic nostalgia for old media to Israel and Palestina, racism, quiting smoking and alcohol, among others.

To reach a level where it seems that you're just talking from the top of your mind must be really difficult, but the guy does it masterfully.

👏👏👏

Just as a quick meta note: I added a new setting: switch to a simple (single-column) layout, for those of you who prefer to go straight down with not too many distractions. Can't do much about the distractions, but with the straight down I (now) got you, boo.

Those are the settings, in case you haven't noticed them before. They're right up in the header :)

I'm seriously considering switching my current comment system (EchoThread) for an email form. Taking it slower. Actually, writing it here just made it feel like a better idea. I want something that integrates more naturally with the rest of the website, and I value deep connections way more than immediacy. Let's get to work.

Every time I dare to use an em dash—like this one right here, a thing I've loved since I learned of its existence, I'm very self-conscious that somebody somewhere is going to declare with total self-confidence that the text was generated by AI. Because using punctuation isn't human anymore, apparently.

I need to find new podcasts. I used to eagerly wait for Hard Fork every Friday, but lately they sound more like AI shills than journalists. That, and the sensationalism in every note they cover about LLMs going rogue. I might still be mourning Reply All, four years later.