So that changed. It did not bring world peace, as I was told it would as a child. The world is no better, except that fewer people go to jail now. That's something. Oh, and just about everyone selling had dark skin. Perhaps the state's attempt to make amends worked.
There is a large, crowded marijuana bazaar in the park for 4/20. They have marijuana, pastries, edibles, vape cartridges, and vaping kits. I looked around for a bit and left when the smoke started affecting me. The police guarding it looked vaguely disgruntled.
Police have dogs bred to love the job, and those dogs make more dogs, which they also love doing. I can't see why police would want a robot. Maybe to use on someone with a firearm?
You would not think a 70-lb. Malinois could take down a 200-pound man with a club, but they really do love the job.
If you wear this on the street, burly, irate, elderly Japanese men will stop you on the street and re-tie your belt for you.
Oh, dear. This hurts a little to look at.
Also, if a machine makes the ice cubes, they aren't artisanal. Is the machine itself artisanal? Did MTG make it during her captivity?
Bluesky is too hard. I am going back to my book.
They are going to release Marjorie Taylor Greene from . . . her chains? The pentacle? An urn where her soul had been imprisoned for millennia? The bounds of space and time? The demons possessing her? Are you sure you want to be there?
If you walk through housing projects after dark, you can see this design principle in full force. Empty plazas, empty lawns, empty playgrounds. No stoops, no shops, no bars, no people sitting on chairs they brought down to the street, no one watching. It's a dead zone. A death zone.
Jane Jacobs writes about this in The Death and Life of Great American Cities. Urban planners who think that crowded cities are intrinsically corruptive get the notion that creating great open empty spaces will somehow make them safer. Eyes on the street make cities safer, so this is exactly wrong.
The meditation pillow is covered with dog fur. The dog must have followed my bad example and acquired a meditation habit. I am so ashamed.
The supposition here is that most of one's reading is recently written.
Love, and do what you will.
Got back into NYC after a week in rural Oregon and cycled home from Hell's Kitchen at rush hour, rejoicing in the teeming. The next day I had screened it all out again. So long as I am on a bicycle, I can only see potential traffic dangers. Too long as a messenger, I guess. I've got to walk more.
It wears off. Someone in the back looks around, gasps in horror, and dials awareness back down.
If we follow Aquinas in considering evil to be a lack rather than a strength, the antichrist would be mentally and spiritually small, withered, and atrophied. It would be a spirit of malice gnawing upon itself in darkness, as Tolkein has it.
3. We are in Esther's head as she yearns and fears for her mother, and thereby with her mother fleeing through the snow and cold away from the machine pursuing her.
Bucket is trying to save Lady Dedlock, but he has become the personification of everything she is running from.
3 functions to that chapter, I think.
1. Bucket is revealed to have hounded Jo to his death, so as to avoid scandal.
2. Bucket starts to look inhumanly tireless and efficient, like a mask on a machine, like something that could hound you to death.
There is that excellent Jim Carrol song, "People Who Died." Murders and traffic fatalities dropped sharply with the Millennials too. Drug overdoses likely would have too, but fentanyl came along.
We did have fun, but were possibly not quite as much fun to be around.
I attribute it to the high incidence of lead poisoning among Boomers and GenX, mostly because I like the idea of being part of a brain-damaged horde, but it might just have been college beginning to look like a possible better option.
I do. I was indexing pamphlets and reports back then, and the Guttmacher Institute reported high incidence of unwanted pregnancy among teenagers. Those girls often had hard lives after that. It was bad among Booomers and GenX, and got much better with Millennials. Evidently it kept getting better.
"Featureless weevil" is too long to be a good character name, but it would be a fine term of abuse.
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Am I real? How would I know? Does being a real bot count?
The Velveteen Rabbit says that you are real when you are coming apart and have been loved by a small child. Probably I am real.
These are more or less equivalent to Shell Scott detective novels or hack Westerns: a background which better works can then transcend.
Come to find out that a lot of the books men read are only available online.
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Also, Catholic just war doctrine is well-established, and rules out perfectly pointless wars. Attacking the Pope and doctrine at the same time would be pretty schismatic.
The Pope isn't a dictator. Councils of bishops change doctrine, not popes. Bishop Raymond Burke reproved Pope Francis publicly for permitting some divorced people to take Communion.
Burke then lost most of his offices, his Vatican apartment, and part of his pension. You can play, but you pay.
American Catholics have 1.9 children per family.
They are just flat-out ignoring what the Church says about birth control. This is very sensible, but means that the Church is primarily an institution for promoting lying and hypocrisy among its followers.
Now that I don't spend half my weekdays in that workplace, I am checking again. Which would you prefer? Would it make a difference if the speaker were much older or younger than you? Is there some form of address better than either?