80*, sunny, gentle breezes: perfect weather to porch nap!
50*, drizzling rain: perfect weather to couch nap!
90+*, any condition: perfect weather to nap on the floor by the AC!
Sub-freezing anything: perfect weather to nap under a blanket pile!
60*, storms rolling: perfect weather to nap!
Fixating on Past Failures or Self-Blame Gluten Free Rotini
I don't care what Gideon Lewis-Kraus or any other journalist who's like, dunked their head in this toilet for 10,000 hours says: AI are machines. They can be unplugged, ultimately. People program these things. People profit off of them. Excusing AI invention as "hallucination" mistakes AI as human.
It’s gettin to be farmer’s market season and it’s across the street from me 🍄🧄
I’d like to share a very confiscatory tax policy with them.
Customer was telling me about how she grows plants to put on a color scanner. Coworker says they did that in college, built black foamcore light boxes to put over the object.
Shiiiiiit I’m gonna get this Epson back out aren’t I?
Who has blocked me, or what lists I’m on is utterly cursèd knowledge to me. I am probably on the anti-ai / ai haters list tho and I’ll cop to this:
I do fucking hate AI, how it’s marketed, how it’s implemented, and how it was developed.
Growing up that was the start of hash, added canned corn & green beans to round it out. Lotta yellow mustard too. Immensely comforting.
aaaah that sucks
A fellow parishioner family was there with two boys, towheaded babes in arms, and when they said their farewells Doc leaned in to mug at the kids a little and in giggles they grabbed his beard and he was all joy and tenderness. Two feet from his love’s casket, he reflected love on these children.
woke, skipped pool, napped on couch in the flickering light of @poststructuralblancmange.bluemotelstudios.com and thought of the ways we memorialize our friends
And I was reminded of the times my nieces and nephews have pulled on my beard , or the time a customer’s small child walked up to me with arms raised & when I lifted her and she put both fists into my beard and said “it’s fuzzy” and my entire heart melted.
I held him; he grabbed my beard, smiling.
It was really interesting to spend time with someone whose life & cooking journey was so different from mine & practice listening - not just to the verbal conversation but her cooking practice & kitchen moves. I got to hold baby for a little bit and she warned me that he might try and pull my beard.
Friend from poetry group, single mom w/ 5mo, invited people over to make vegan cheese & stuff from all the soymilk and tofu she gets from WIC. I was the only person who came round and we had good chats, took a stab at making a vegan cream cheese, and she learned about pressing tofu for cutting.
kludgy rubber bumpers sounds like kidz bop covers of my life with the thrill kill kult @nuclearbob.net
thanks!
Black and white diptych, over the shoulder of a man, the back of his head and his ear are well let, the rest of the frame is dimly lit and out of focus. THe second frame is a bronze statue of a woman in boots, her skirt blown sideways by wind, she’s wearing a large sleeved button shirt and has a neckerchief tied low around her neckline. There are weather streaks on her face. The statue is a little more than 1/2 life size and is planted atop tree stump. Wood rail fence and trees make up the background.
From my trip out to visit NWC in Powell, WY. Flew into Billings, MT and drove through Joliet to Powell. Stopped in and met a customer of 13 years in person. Gary’s a sculptor, art seller, and photographer. He built a white box for photographing black powder firearms for a late friend’s collection.
black and white photo of a man in a shirt with palm trees on it. In one frame he’s scowling into the camera and gesturing, finger guns maybe? The background is very blurred. Second frame he’s got his arms crossed and is smiling a little, shoulders tilted and far eyebrow raised high and near eyebrow flat.
Nate makin the good faces on some Ektapan 400.
Doc B: ::Fills Sam’s food bowl::
Sam: And you think this gives you power … over me?
“Let’s get decadent” I growl like Ossie Davis in Bubba Ho-Tep while I scrape some onto gluten free Oreos...
meme text reads Me: I’ll buy fewer ultra processed foods A subtitled screenshot of Jason Bateman saying The fuck you are has been overlaid with a hand holding a jar of Jif Peanut butter & chocolate
i did buy the crunchy peanut butter that’s just peanuts and salt too
I literally do not know how else to explain “learning how to do something is what makes you able to do the thing”
Been desperate to talk them over with someone else but it’s like, some media is so heavy you kinda gotta filter by different criteria when it comes to reading buddies.
I shot like half a roll of Ektapan 400 with the 150mm at my niece’s soccer game but they’re all like 9-11 years old and not my kids so I’m not posting them here. Lemme tell you, the film looks great, shooting yout sports with a double-stroke half frame is hilarious. Decisive moment my whole ass.
Suppose there are some things I should stick in the journal and not On Main.
Black and white diptych of a bearded man in a hat, in one frame you can see his hand gesturing and his mouth is closed, in the next frame the lens is much closer and he’s smiling.
Blak and white photo of a woman’s face in 3/4 profile - she’s wearing a sun hat and glasses, reflected in them are her bare legs. She’s smiling a little.
Black and white diptych of a man looking off frame in one phone and his calf in the other showing a pokemon or something tattooed in line art with scary eyes and a big cheshire cat smile.
Ektapan 400 from the Pen F. Two pics with the 42 1.2, one with the 150 f/4 outside. ID-11 1:1 at 68F for like 10:30. The Capture One profile “standard black and white” and I barely adjusted levels after that in post.
Developed the Ektapan in ID-11 1:1 one shot. It looks awesome. Digitizing now.
and find out how you can volunteer. You know the adage, “too many chefs in the kitchen,” so don’t do that. Show up and do what you’re asked. It’ll change you and it should.
Moral horror at sex abuse is not a commitment to ending sex abuse.
Violent fantasies about punishing bad actors are probably part of the process as healthy, protective anger. Beyond that is practice, is work. Fellow men, forget Taken, find an organization doing work, it’s probably led by women,
Fiona Benson’s poem Hide and Seek got me paying attention to her book Vertigo & Ghost, but the sequence of poems depicting Zeus as a serial rapist, a domestic abuser, and still a god of the heavens and lightning, overshadows the rest of the book. It’s chilling, made more real for the contemporary