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Nah. I can hardly think of a site where I've found the wolves that boys, girls, and other identification denominations were so sincerely – if not obnoxiously – crying about.

In other words, the internet has failed with flying colors. In fact, it's pretty much nothing but flying colors anymore.

Except here, of course.

Reminds me of last night when I went to do other things (e.g. dishes) in the middle of a movie partner and I were watching. When questioned as to why, I explained I honestly already knew pretty much everything that would happen to the main characters within the first 15 minutes for it so obviously being the sort of movie excreting clichés and/or stereotypes faster than an inquiry post gets posted.

That said, I guess I do kind of appreciate how the internet revealed what pathetically desperate psychopaths “journalists” tend to be....

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> Day One: the opportunity to recompute the finality.

Now that's more like it!

> Could Hipmunk have worked as a business under slightly > different circumstances or with a different set of product > decisions? Maybe. I'm not sure. Maybe with a small, > bootstrapped team, but even then I wouldn't bet on it. The > margins are too tight and the users aren't loyal, for good > reason—all they want is a good price on a good flight > or hotel.

I look forward to the day when all online businesses have failed so people with at least half a brain can get back to online being informative and fun. I'm more than a little dismayed by the amount of textural advertising I had to wade through even here, today.

> A person who overuses punctuation tries too hard to > exercise the rhythm of written thought. They out, and > overthink their own ideas: they lie. > > A person who underuses punctuation thinks rawly and > emotionally without an audience beyond the immediate. They > write stupidly and honestly.

Hmmm. Sounds a bit over-generalized.

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Just when I thought I couldn't roll my eyes any more earnestly....

Note: I’m not one for recommending people download or buy just anything.

Oh boy... here we go, again....

It’s important to note that there is one negative aspect of Blinkist, an that is their subscription model. The monthly subscription is £9.99 per month, or £5.00 if you pay a yearly fee of £59.99. The upgrade page displays the £5.00 a month in very large letters, and then that the purchaser will be paying £59.99 for the whole year in very small writing beneath that. It’s just worth noticing so you aren’t caught out with an unexpected charge. You can click View All Plans to find the £9.99 one, which is better for the first month if you want to see if you find it interesting enough to subscribe for an entire year.

Of course.

Sounds like far too much hassle, especially knowing prices will likely soon increase, whatever email address I provide will likely be spammed with other bullshit for having subscribed, and so on, and so forth.


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Is it just me, or has suddenly become mostly an advertising site?

Rushed. People in such a hurry. To experience. This. That. Some prime number of instantiations of other. Mostly in order to tell others what they've experienced.

Q: Have you ever been experienced? A: Let me count the ways!

Unconscious knee-like jerk responses.

And yet me too. Me too.

(And what a shame that construct no longer means what it simply used to.)

'Tis a story, this all: a narrative positing a be-ing experiencing not-be-ing.

The rest is just fractal details....

> The Internet will continue to play a role in my everyday > life, but other than online classes there will not be a > whole lot of use for it.

Today my partner was on a local radio show, but by the time I rifled through nearly a dozen links associated with search results repeatedly giving the disingenuous hope of being able to stream it (“stream no longer available”, “must create an account first”, “404 – NOT FOUND”), and then spent a while not even being able to remember if/where an analog radio might be in this house (possibly some bin in the basement?), the opportunity was long lost.

Old 33 rpm vinyl playing on a cheap turntable pipe through a performance amp. Glorious! So simple. Yeah, need to change sides/albums time to time. But NO advertising, no account to login to, no audio downtime when Comcast farts (which has been a lot, lately)... just joy.

> I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about getting > the turntable.

The momentum – aka seemingly increased/increasing re-ality – of thoughts re-peated?

> Right now I am listening to The Smiths on this playlist > and really enjoying it.

No wonder it's Wednesday, [and] I'm in love!

> Excerpts from Thomas Merton's “The Other Side Of > Despair” > >> If in practice the function of organized religion turns >> out to be nothing more than to justify and to canonize the >> routines of mass society; if organized religion abdicates >> its mission to disturb man in the depths of his conscience, >> and seeks instead simply to “make converts” that will >> smilingly adjust to the status quo, then it deserves the >> most serious and uncompromising criticism.

Wow. And so applicable to online “institutions”, right down to single posts seeking “converts” (aka clickks/views) instead of “to disturb [readers] in the depths of [their] consciences”....

Ain't it amazing how asleep woke can be?

> Kierkegaard on being something > >> If you want to be well off and yet easily manage to >> become something, then forget God, never let yourself >> really become aware, never let it become really clear >> to you that it is he who has created you from nothing; >> proceed on the presupposition that a human being does not >> have time to waste on keeping in mind the one to whom he >> infinitely and unconditionally owes everything. ... Forget >> it and be noisy along with the crowd, laugh or cry, be >> busy from morning until night, be loved and respected and >> esteemed as a friend, as a public official, as a king, >> as a pallbearer. Above all be an earnest person by having >> forgotten the one and only earnestness, to relate yourself >> to God, to become nothing.

Oh, Søren! Must you so prophetically castigate the modern memetically murmuring masses?

> Have you ever observed how our mind reacts to the situation > when we are uncomfortable or at the time when we feel about > the person we are talking to seems more intelligent than > us? We start to think about ourselves as not worthy to be > extroverts or to share what we feel at that moment. The > fear grows inside and outside we become the index of life > that teaches us how to adapt.

Last night my partner and I were pondering related matters with respect to a “micro bookclub-ish” discussion we had the night before that on a section of a chapter of a book, noting that while we experienced standard “confirmationist” moments of agreement, we learned much more about our otherwise generally unrevealed biases in moments of disagreement/conflict – while, of course, straining to remain “civil”.

> The Smiths are up again. Never been a huge fan of them, > but this playlist has made me a mini-fan. Good stuff!

I personally discovered them back in the late 1990s, and bought all their CDs available at that point.

<mental note to whip out “Wild Mood Swings” again, soon>

> What are Democrats planning to do after they take away > our guns?

That's waaaaaaaay too easy: blame old white males for the ensuing chaos!

> Mind you, I rarely go back and read these notebooks, > but I definitely like to keep them anyway. Fun to do.

Yes. And yet, like pretty much everything for me, whatever isn't “on top” or “in front” no longer exists, so the only useful strategy for me is to never have more than a single layer of anything I might need or want to remember.

> Now I sit in my room at 730am and its rainy in Narita > Japan. I can look out at the airport. That’s how close > the hotel is. Last night I got in around 9pm here and > got settled and was a bit hungry and thirsty so found the > hotel coffee shop and partook of French fries and a few > draft beers. A little more expensive but who is really > counting. I had two delightful flights and the food was > really good on both airlines. Vietnam Airlines does really > nice for people on longer flights and Cathay Pacific treats > everyone with respect.

So fun to follow along, Mike. Thank you!

Slowly sipping me some brandy, partner on the treadmill, relieved I was merely imagining a few interpersonal disasters at work (which can come with the “working remotely” territory).

So I'm browsing, and come across an article entitled “Please ban sites which fail to function using vanilla HTML”, and then – with Javascript disabled in my browser – visit its respective URL only to see only this:

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> Find an object nearby and write about it. > > Respond to the prompt here.

Nah. Not there. I'm tired of subscribing to things.

But here goes:

I've a black, plastic alarm clock that goes back to the 1990s: 7-segment LCD display; one slider under the LCD (left side of device) to select what displays (e.g. set time, set alarm time, show time and whether the alarm is enabled); a button (just right of the slider) to increment the hours of time/alarm; a button (just right of the hours button) to increment the minutes of time/alarm; a larger (than the other buttons) greenish-blue button labeled “INDIGLO night-light” under the previous row of buttons, whose length is that of the other buttons combined; a cover that clicks shut – presumably to prevent the buttons from being pressed while in one's pocket, in luggage, etc. – but also swivels in a way to become a base so that the display/buttons portion of the device can stand upright (but at just a slight backwards angle so as to not fall forward).

Beneath the “INDIGLO” button are a pair of rubber bands around the base of the device (one red, one blue) whose purpose is to hold the single AAA battery (that powers the device) (incidentally, the charge lasts for years..) in its battery compartment (because somewhere along the line I lost (or maybe broke? can't remember..) the compartment's cover.

The outside of the swiveling base/cover of the entire device features the word “TIMEX” in white. There are vestiges of Scotch Tape gunk (that is no longer sticky, perhaps for being so old?) on the back above the battery compartment, suggesting I probably used Scotch Tape to hold the battery in the battery compartment before hitting on the better idea of using rubber bands.

Near the top of the back of the device are five small holes place at the vertices of a pentagon (with one additional hole in the middle of that arrangement) from which the alarm's beeping sound emerges: four quick beeps in succession separated by silent pauses until alarm mode is disabled.

Since the rubber bands don't completely cover the battery, I can see the battery as well as a conical spring that is the electrical contact on one end.

> So what might have been? Understand that I'm putting on > my optimist's hat and looking towards a decidedly utopian > future that, in my mind, should have come to pass. That > future: one in which robust, inexpensive, and efficient > alternative energy systems not only exist but are available > to all. Regardless of where they live, regardless of > their means. Systems that would be a standard part of new > residential and commercial developments. Systems that are > sustainable and clean.

Utterly impossible for the inelastic collisions also known as ego interactions.

> If we had any audacity and moral gumption in the 1970s, > we would have kicked off what would have amounted to a > renewable energy Manhattan Project.

There is no “we” for ego.

> With enough funding and the right ideas, we could have had > a global energy revolution. Instead, we wound up producing > and burning more oil. The amounts of money that we could > have used to change the world was spent on expensive > missile systems. It was poured down the drain of fanciful > space-based weapons that would have never worked. It was > squandered on corporate handouts. Instead of a cleaner > future, we got a further deteriorating climate.

Not only is there no “we” for ego, but ego accomplished all of the above expressed in passive voice, e.g. “was spent”, “was poured down the drain”, “was squandered”.

> That reality has eluded us.

Because there is no “us”, just billions of egos in trances of their own private instantiations of “the world” inelastically bouncing off each other.

> I like to believe that there's still time shift away from > our current ways of doing things.

There must first be an “our”, which requires a fundamental inner shift in all.

I mean, there's not even an “our” to, let alone at world scale.... ;–)

Something in the general vicinity of this happened to me in the Amazon (online store, not the river) realm the last month or so.

Basically, I somehow became a “prime” member without realizing it, and thus of course without knowing how I managed to do that, and then went through degrees of hell twice attempting to become free of it for not needing/wanting it.

Rendering a much longer story short, I'm no longer convinced that – all things honestly considered – online shopping is more efficient and/or trouble free than brick-and-mortar excursions, which for me is especially troubling given the latter at least somewhat benefits my local economy.

So I will most likely never again “dick around” – i.e. shop – Amazon, including having to navigate their increasingly burdensome product pages, not having my password accepted down their increasingly hidden “contact us” path (EVEN after having just reset the password via their “Forgot your password path?”), being bothered by ongoing questions from other customers about products I've purchased (shouldn't there be at least SOME compensation from Amazon for providing that service on their behalf?), and so on, and so forth.

And I'm increasingly feeling similarly about most online “services”. I'm tired of the advertising, tired of the tracking, tired of having to incessantly answer the goddamned “cookies” question, tired of having to create gobs of email aliases to have control over most likely receiving gobs of unwanted email in the future for having simply tried an online “service”, tired of having to manage all the accounts/passwords, tired of realizing that deleting an account probably never means a company having utterly discarded my information, tired of customer “service” becoming a disingenuous joke at best, etc., etc.

There's a John Lennon song coming to mind called “God” that I could easily rewrite to be called “Internet”, complete with a laundry list of internet “features” and/or “benefits” I no longer believe in – and also ending with the words “the dream is over...”