Adjectives are the enemy?

I mean I think that I have the chronic adversary just to create a post, of: things happen faster than I can process them. So I have to set aside time, like I have done just now, or I will be flailing at the Present with little direction.

I’ve been reading Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast. That book has been the first of a run of acquisitions from the Withdrawn Stock from my library. I don’t love adding to a collection that’s already too big for where we are (no collection is a good size for where we are, currently) but I also don’t want to miss out. Asking “on what” will get a vague hand gesture, because… y’know. Books.

Some filler

As I’m working on something a bit longer while listening to Public Enemy—I just wanted to say how much of a bummer it is to have had Flava Flav become a 00’s punchline after being the hype man for such a socially conscious group. Interesting coincidences, for sure.

More than four years—and half a world—away from my last post, with an extra little one to boot. Hyperconnected Web seems to finally be on its last legs, at least partially due to the promise/threat of AI. Here seems as good a place as any to do my screaming into the void. Hello (again,) world.