Being the enforcer of speech codes can be lonely in my not-yet-fully-imagined futuristic Orwellian musical. In this song, I assume the role of a police officer charged with finding and eradicating non-state-sponsored materials littering the landscape of communication. Enthusiasm in the first half turns to gripes about the daily grind of destroying samizdat. Thanks to my daughter for lending her voice talent by uttering on of her favorite phrases, “Shut up!”
The third installment of liner notes for my 2018 album, Syntherference. Featuring In-Fashion Passion (a critique of the oft-abused social media soapbox), and Learn How To Learn (possibly the meaning of life).
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separation of numbers to determine policy
and incidents that demonstrate policy loopholesEverything’s out there, we need to decide what we care about (a guide to thought, not a prescription, and evolving with the times, a crux of democracy) ::: OR, censor. Censorship is bad.
• Once we know that everyone is imperfect, we need to worship the ideal as an abstraction, and aim for such with empathy and wisdom.Shipping as a moderator of corporate financials?
lightning as evidence of time stretched simulation.
cupid’s arrow of god
#wordpress
Perched on the uncomfortable stool at the corner pub, with several IPAs in my belly, I broke from tradition and ordered a grilled cheese. I had passed up many of their creative (and, at times, difficult to pronounce) weekly gourmet recipes. But “fresh” Vermont White Ceddar and mushroom on sour dough was irresistible to my beer-addled hypothalamus.
It was delicious; and, on an admittedly rare occasion during which I was strategizing about work (specifically, how to remind coworkers of my existence after my recent move to the isolated second floor), I ordered six more that I would share with my fellow employees the next day.
After some haggling (and mild discouragement via my wife), a logistical discussion ensued. The chef could not fathom my serving his creation after it sat in the refrigerator over night. And so, I agreed that he would partially cook the sandwiches, and I would prepare them in a toaster oven the next day (per his instructions), with a delicately generous discount.
After waking up too early, I remembered: My office has no toaster oven.
