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External cooling device?

What’s the story behind the naming?

(I presume it’s not written in Hy/Hylang, the cute little Lisp that compiles to Python.)

WET, write everything twice

Resale value is important for wheelchairs. My dad had an electric one for about 8 months before he passed on, and the TCO was well under the price of all these alt concepts.

Are you somehow closely related to one Tito Tapia?

> especially the later writing and editing: explaining stuff that is obvious to me and no one else

I don’t do this. I write expecting the audience to pretty much have read the entirety of my blog to understand any single entry. I like to think there’s a mystique to it — I’ve long enjoyed unpacking the ideas of obscure thinkers, myself.

Then: I’ve known of maybe 10 people over a combined five years that have made the effort to read a lot of my stuff.

Who said anything about amendments?

To me “Man” has more of a “each and every” connotation. Compare

“Man must achieve this.”

“Humanity must achieve this.”

The latter is more of a collective emergent thing. And in some cases that leaves you with a diffusion of responsibility kind of passive feeling, while the former is a call to action.

Maybe it’s just my ear.

I love the Buddhist expression “these teachings are like a raft one uses to cross the river and then discards”.

I remember writing down everywhere — in notebooks, calendars — all full of teenage fury and conviction: “OBSERVE THE MASTER / IMITATE THE MASTER / BECOME THE MASTER”. An edgy 14 year old I was. I don’t remember the source for that anymore; it looks too wise to have come from myself.

So like chromadb

> delve

I talked to Pi for one New York minute and it came up with the good ole “Ahhh the X Y of Z” LLM-ism. So much for an unique conversational tone.

You’re able to capture a whole world of proximity relations through echolocation.

*Title: The Soul of Creation* by Nick Cave

(Verse 1) In the dawn of all existence, in the silence of the void, God spun the world in six days, in a dance of cosmic joy. On the seventh day, He rested, His creation full of worth, A canvas painted with His struggle, a gift to all the earth.

(Chorus) Leon and Charlie, hear this ancient tale, Of creation's sacred heart, beyond the earthly veil. In every act of making, in every loving deed, Lies the essence of our spirit, the planting of a seed.

(Verse 2) Now comes a force, cold as the night, ChatGPT its name, A mechanized imagination, turning art into a game. It seeks to strip creation of its struggle and its pain, Rendering our efforts as nothing but a chain.

(Chorus) Leon and Charlie, see this stark divide, Between the soulful artist's path and the mechanized guide. In every note and lyric, in every brush and pen, Is the heartbeat of humanity, time and time again.

(Bridge) "Let's make it fast, let's make it easy," the machine coldly sings, Forgetting art's a journey, not just a pair of wings. The struggle, the striving, it's where our truths are found, In the depths of our creation, our spirit's battleground.

(Verse 3) God looked upon His world, and saw that it was good, A reflection of His essence, in every field and wood. So Charlie, in your creating, let your spirit freely dance, For in your artful striving, you'll give the world a chance.

(Chorus) Leon and Charlie, remember this true call, Creation's not just crafting, it's a rising after fall. In every stroke of genius, in every dream unfurled, Is the story of our spirit, the echo of the world.

(Outro) So let's fight against this tide, this digital malaise, Defending art's true essence, through all our nights and days. For in our hands lies power, in our hearts the flame, To keep alive the soul of the world, in every crafted frame.

(End) In the dance of the Great Crested Grebe, in the sun's first light, Lies the joy of creation, our eternal, noble fight. Leon and Charlie, in each step and every turn, Is the essence of our being, the fire that will always burn.