The whole interwebs! Pluralize it!

What’s with the number buttons being available with no “OK” or “Enter” option?

Captain… Somethin’ Or Other!

That is a lot of Morse code happening in this day and age!

I can’t help but wonder what is being transmitted, the airwaves have held a constant sense of mystery and wonder ever since I was a boy, growing up in a town with no FM stations and nested between hills that blocked all FM signals from the big cities of Southern California.

But at night, when the entire region was covered in the low clouds of the marine layer, there were nooks and corners of the town where the radio signals came in loud and clear. Chasing those FM signals became a sort of hobby for some of us in town, we took along a portable radio/cassette player and recorded tapes of live late-night music from Los Angeles or San Diego.

Every once in a long while we picked up signals from stations too distant and weak (at the source) to normally make it as far as my town, but which somehow became amplified in foggy conditions, some far-out-there music from college or pirate radio stations.
The thrill of stumbling upon something like this while scanning the lower extreme of the dial, then suddenly getting a blast of Killing Joke (post-punk) or Koch (lo-fi reggae), was like finding myself in Herman Hesse’s “Steppenwolf” theater: “For Madmen Only - Price Of Admission - Your Mind”.

Through the following years and few decades, I explored AM and shortwave, and I can’t even begin to describe the sensation I felt while scanning the dial very late one night and being confronted by a Numbers Station, that nearly robotic female voice reciting: “eight, nine, five, seven, seven… nine, three, eight, one, seven… four, seven, six, one, seven…”

It was only after all this that the internet came into being, and the very first thing I did with it was search for live radio, the very first app I downloaded was Real Player (“buffering”… lol).
But the romance of electromagnetic waves persists in me, I only listen to stations that also transmit over the airwaves somewhere in the world, there’s a feel to them that online-only stations cannot seem to be able to replicate.

This mathematical visualization is beautiful, like a work of art.
But what is it exactly that we are looking at here?
The continuous vertical and horizontal violet lines, the bursts of light color like a seismograph needle, they look like a word cloud flipped 90° and seen from afar. What do they represent?

The image is very much in the postmodern style of Cindy Sherman, the text reminds me hard of Jenny Holzer and her confrontational yet enigmatic sentences.
It’s amazing.

Marketing can be such an immoral, insidious process.
And it takes thousands of people pushing this shit mindlessly, because hey… “It’s just a job, right? Nine to five”.

Physics/nuclear literacy in the general public around the world is lower than bad, even many scientists from other fields seem to be genuinely uninformed or misinformed, then posting wrong and often alarming interpretations in social media, which laymen give weight to because “it’s coming from a scientist”, never mind that their expertise may be in areas of biology or astronomy, nothing to do with the subject they are posting about. And they themselves might have gotten their bad info/interpretation from other figures in academia.

The philosopher of choice for mediocre self-entitled pricks with delusions of grandeur everywhere.

Ooh… capsaicin-powered hot take!

Don’t forget millions upon millions of low-information, low-empathy voters and non-voters who let it happen, many who still lazily believe that corporations are our friends, that “what’s good for walmart and Exxon is good for 'Murica”, that they are still the client and not the product, and the far-reaching implications of this.

I’m gonna go off the beaten path a little here and go with Jonathan Demme’s “Something Wild”, chances are the guests haven’t seen it and that film is one helluva ride, it’s got a little bit of something for everyone - comedy, romance, thriller, you name it.

Here he comes… andtherehegoeeees…! Oops, I think someone just slit me across the throat.

The fastest man alive!

I was taught Lotus 1-2-3 on MS-DOS in college. Do with that information what you will.

Ah yes… Theodore Roosevelt High School

The point is to give someone vulnerable a full life, with safety and warmth.
From your perspective, time went by too fast; from their perspective, it was a long and peaceful lifetime, they were incredibly fortunate to have someone like you.

Also, there is an implicit assumption we carry around that to be immortal is some sort of blessing or state to aspire to, while it may very well be that being mortal is itself the blessing.

In my opinion, the highest tribute one can pay to a departed friend and companion is to again open one’s home to another vulnerable creature and make him/her family.

Do it in your departed friend’s memory and honor. If you could communicate again with them, you would let them know this is part of their proud and gentle legacy, to reduce suffering on the world - “Look what you did, by being who and what you were for me in life, you opened the door for someone else when their turn came.”

This is what I have done, and do not regret a minute of it.

I TURNED AROUND, AND THERE WAS MY BIKE… GONE!

Strap this bad boy on, head on out to the singles’ bar.

…do singles’ bars even exist anymore? Am I showing my age? Aw hell… they were old news even in my bachelor days.

How about swingers’ clubs?
Strap this bad boy on, sashay - or strut - on out to your friendly local neighborhood swingers’ club.

Gott in himmel!