so much of life is the entry of data into a system. input -> black box -> output

i wonder what some of the bizarre struggles are even for. is it just to punch at something and in doing so find the purpose that exists only in punching?

idealism is best reserved for chewing gum and horse races.

not to keep harping on the subject of emacs but there’s something nice and quiet about a text editor. nothing is flashing or begging for attention. it’s simply how you want it.

it might take a while to set up, get knowledge, find the right process, etc.but that’s the nature of setting up a studio and working practice.

the benefits being that once you know what you want and how you work - your work becomes that much more efficient.

on a whim i enabled nyan-mode in emacs. in life it’s a tired old fad but still amusing to this hermit.

my computing life is now done in emacs. perhaps i’ll finally write that book?

regardless.

until i either decide on a better use for my raspberry pi and/or i buy another one(s) my current pi is serving out its life as a pihole and this suits me fine.

for lack of a better purpose (or any) i have decided to take up the cause of the anti-advertising/tracking warrior. my ethos is less about anti-advertising and more about freedom, privacy, and decentralisation. regardless, a game is now afoot.

more rain and i wonder about amazon and the divide between how developers are viewed vs how the warehouse workers are viewed.

regardless, bezos is the new god who grants mediocre blessings to his prime followers.

and through my own stupidity i find myself with nothing but rented culture. unowned bits flying down the wires and through the air that are illegal to capture for longer than a moment.

the old strip club law of you can’t touch the girls applies now to the stream of media.