Watched Singles šæ on Friday night with my lady friend. Like I needed to miss the 90s any more than I already do.
Watched Singles šæ on Friday night with my lady friend. Like I needed to miss the 90s any more than I already do.
A.I. Art Club button by Matt Windsor (from Cotton Bureau).
I wish Ghost would let you default to not sending your posts as emails because every so often I miss changing the setting and send out a post that is too short to warrant an email.
Kevin D. Williamson writes for The Dispatch about the spectacle of setting up a UFC match on the White House lawn.
It does not matter whether you live in a trailer park or a brick ranch house or something more grand and getting grander, it is all the same: Tornado bait is tornado bait. When the Trump administration announced that it was staging a UFC fight on the South Lawn of the White House, I knew what I was seeing. It is as familiar to me as the taste of canned Ranch Style Beans on cornbread or the smell of cigarette smoke soaking into Dacron-upholstered office furniture and slick tallowy well-yellowed linoleum in the grim waiting rooms outside those weepy Al-Anon meetings my mother dragged me to for a while because she couldnāt afford a babysitter. I know my people. My people know what they like. And they will have what they like even if it harelips the popeāespecially if it harelips the pope.
The Pope is so hot right now. Everyone is discussing the long-awaited Magnifica Humanitas papal encyclical regarding artificial intelligence from the Roman Pontiff. It makes sense. In a world where much of the responsibility for moral leadership has been abdicated, we are in much need of a figure who can provide that leadership with reach and authority. Enter Pope Leo XIV, who took his name when he ascended to the papacy from the previous Pope Leo XIII, who dedicated much of his time to helping the world come to grips with industrialization.
There are some amazing photos of holy sites in France coming from @eastbrad. I was especially enthralled with Mont-Saint-Michel.
Vans black and yellow Half Cabs. The official shoe of Canned Dragons.
Kupajo warns us to beware of black butterflies.
Male grayling butterflies prefer to mate with darker female graylings. When caged with a female grayling and a cardboard cutout of a grayling painted black, the male will choose the cardboard cutout over the female. Beyond being an example of bro falling for an unrealistic standard of beauty, such a preference reveals that even in matters fundamental to survival and reproduction, these creatures can be seduced by artificial models theyād never encounter in nature.
The analogy holds up when you read about people falling in love with LLMs and being rewired by impossible standards of beauty. Basic humanity is now subordinate to machine slick simulacrums.
Despite seemingly being designed by a corporation to be mostly inoffensive, sometimes to the point of banality or worse, Coldplay launched into the world consciousness hot, with āDonāt Panic,ā the song in the pole position on their debut album Parachutes. Though I feel more generosity towards Chris Martin and crew, some believe āDonāt Panicā is the bandās only good song. Whatever the case, the track was certainly a winning way for Coldplay to announce their arrival on the scene.1
Iāve been on a post-punk x new wave kind of kick the last several days, after I learned Black Marble (who I blogged about last year) are going to be playing nearby in September. The algorithm overlords recommended Castlebeat to me after the end of a listening sesh of āBigger Than Life.ā I hadnāt listened to Castlebeat in a few years, but remembered them from this fan video using footage from the best movie ever to take place in a Target big box store ā Career Opportunities.