A post-pre-modern rant

Let's see.

How can I justify the terrifying secret of waste of time, space, and money?

Fairly easily: I never deal with all three at once.

This title definitely not AI-generated (but unfortunately slightly correlated)

 ... so it kind of sucks that you have to wait for Ethernet but that, that I don't want to speed it up...

... previously, a thought I was having... "so basically StumbleUpon led to Omegle, which became a replacement for the 'fuge (formerly Refuge Chat, which was of course based on DigiChat architecture), which itself was a much needed escape for me when I turned 20 years of age (which, by the way, is officially an age that I read at some point in time in some non-foreign, non-extinct french dictionary that was defining the word "adolescent" which, of course, is the same as "teenager" (and, of course, isn't the same from an etymological standpoint but I've learned to let the argument-from-etymology go after some voices/echoes told me so). ...

... I refuse to cut out most (if not at all) of the aforementioned because what I am getting at is I've been more and more worried about cybercrime lately. Not the bad shit (like extortion and revenge porn and horrific things like personalized drugs and so-called 'test-tube' human beings, which I do think about sometimes), but moreso the history of it, and the history of crime in general while we're at it) ...

... I mean it makes sense. I "made" it back to U of T again after a short (obv. in their standards) 'sabbatical' away, and obviously my academic writing has degraded in its intensity somewhat, and now I'm trying to figure out a way to spend my time better. So far this year, so good ...

... I, and the bike I was on, also made it to TMU. I was not the least bit impressed, both with population control (in far better words: crowd management of architecture, kind of like Michel Foucault (another author I've barely read any of, for the record, before the record gets co-opted by more citation fears again)), and with the facilities. I mean, yes, I get that rebranding costs money, but to me it seems they could have rebranded a little more than the lettering on their logo. I don't think it's a bad rebrand name necessarily - I just expected more from a public university. *cough* ...

York University is still the same old. The strike hit me close to home, for once: the terrible TTC system north of St. Clair West (excluding the functioning subway, mind you) of course, but I also lost my job because yet another York student had nothing better to do than work to improve the system from the ground-up (which, by the way, I also had to do to afford potential tuition after we lost with Wynne again).

Anyway I figure publishing this, and ofc not labelling it as freewrite (still my current get-out-of-publishing-jail-free card), can probably only improve the aforementioned terrible democratic institutional system I literally bikeride in every year (and other than citing all the colleges I visited today, which would be too many to count singlehandedly, there's also le lac Ontario that I visited and unfortunately did NOT dip my legs in and did NOT take a picture of with my Hasselblad-lensed OnePlus) because it's just what I like doing and, finally, fuck you very much, run-on sentences - I will write how I please, mister Vonnegut - I ain't in it for the money.

Chaotic mess

Listening to (& from (I'm trying out Tidal this month)) Silverstein:

Chaotic mess.

It's what I feel sometimes, when I think of my life. It cuts so deep, the emo music, and yet it's so shallow, so am I really being honest when I say it cuts at all? Anyway, how many times will I have to write non-sequiturs to you before you get the big picture? Anyway, how many more times, babe?

If there are three letters that I am starting to hate being put together in a particular sequence, it's the letters w, h, y. I shan't give you the exempla gratiae that I so normally follow through with after writing the aforementioned non-examples down, but I will challenge myself to continue a real non-run-on sentence. Yeah, the last one.

It is challenging to me to continuously self-correct grammar.

Although so far this Sunday, of this week, I have not consulted AI (minus a technical non-blog related thing, I swear!), I may or may not forgotten to mention it last week, so you can safely assume that, oui, je me suis encore calé dans une autre quasi-perte-de-temps avec un robot plus intelligent que pas.

Je le déteste beaucoup plus, mon français écrit non-travaillé, que mon anglais écrit travaillé. C'est une comparaison créative certainement, mais mon français - oui, le miens, pas le vôtre - n'est pas aux enchères robotiques non plus. Alors lequel est plus important? Qu'importe.

Pas de chanson de la journée pour aujourd'hui, mais quand même un petit mot français pour une fois.

Song of the month

 

Fuck semaphore productions

Slowly, gradually, rhythmically, encouragingly, seemingly building toward something that may not never come...