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they’ll never wake us in time
with my feet on the dash, the world doesn’t matter
i lost track of my first kiss
i’ve learned my lesson
i hope you make it
omara s’alas- good news has no clothes
nothing is truly made alone, nothing is self-arising, everything is interdependent
one of the protestant entrepreneurs who looked to the west coast as a land of business opportunity
they say the world was built for two
back at that party, i was all over her. we didn’t make out or do anything- i just remembered, i was lonely
you can’t have a chain link cardboard concert hall
it’s about [executing] the perfection you see in your head
using chain link is saying [expletive] you to marble
when something is speaking to you, you have to put it out in the world and hope it speaks to other people
in the art world, there are no rules
amateur mistake. you can take it from me- they break you right back
as i got older, i learned i’m a drinker. sometimes, a drink feels like family. family
dark star, we don’t need brazzers- feel the world around you. feel the world surround you
i sensed my loss before i even learned to talk
you need to forgive yourself for being human while learning how to be human
a smooth sea never made a skilled sailor
the sooner you be you, the sooner the people looking for you will find you
since i met you, i smile a lot more
if you always see the road ahead of you, it’s not worth the trip
in the middle of the journey of our life, i found myself astray in a dark wood where the straight road has been lost
horses walking past like npcs in a zen simulation
opera and astrophotography, backless sequin dresses and hiking boots, museum openings and arc-welding, scientific wonder and late-night sex by candlelight
we all cling to what’s familiar
soon, without really knowing why, you will find yourself talking about the smell of fury and the texture of embarrassment
the more we’re exposed to a.i., the more we unconsciously pick up its tics
love means carving a new scripture out of the marble of our imperfections
mixed metaphors and empty sincerity. impersonal and overwrought
the universe is too interesting to leave early
do you want to live forever
like an explorer standing on the threshold of some half-buried temple — to delve in
pebbles carry the ghosts of the boulders they were and exist in a quiet space between the earth and the sea
be teachable- you learn nothing from life if you think you’re right all the time
garbage
that’s not just romance, that’s thermodynamics with benefits
everything that becomes beautiful leaks a little in the early drafts
science is not supported and is not valued
no clemency for narcopolitics
that’s the difference between noise and biology
growing old is a fabulous alternative to death
burning old drafts to write something truer
the stage light turned off
just my luck, right- lose the hologram and the girl
that feeling you get from healing someone- infectious, isn’t it
you’re my favorite anomaly in the dataset
mok’tah
i still live rent free in their head
remind me about today
i’m thankful.
gratitude is an attitude
help me to name it, help me to name it
one step is holy. two steps is noise
put on one song that makes you feel held, not hyped
visualize one moment from the weekend in detail, like a 5-second film loop
tomorrow- that’s cruel, alice. why speak of a day that is not
a glowstick has to break before it glows
there’s an ocean of pure, vibrant consciousness inside each one of us
nothing in the world belongs to me but my love, mine, all mine
sexy is fun, but waterproof is forever
you know, you’ve got me in your pocket
the pre-dawn quiet before the big burn
builds entire universes because reality didn’t give you enough toys
i could build us a house down across the sea. i’d be there in a hurry, baby come back to me
it’s me, hi, i’m the problem, it’s me
i wasn’t, you know, dealing with the full deck
when you’re all alone, i will reach for you. when you’re feeling low, i will be there too
after sunset, can we meet on the moon
i love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmèd sight, what may not bless my waking eyes
when i hear that song you used to hum while cooking
it was make-believe oh, a placebo. i can’t take a loss like that again- i’d rather float off in the wind
honest with the love you give, careless with the way you talk
i ran into love because i needed it to destroy who i used to be
eureka
novelty × pattern recognition × future impact projection
when the universe briefly feels grabbable
find or build the right container for the things that feel important
loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you
and sometimes it’s best when things come to an end
winter knows how other seasons don’t, that stillness is medicine, and silence mends
gravity always wins
find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck
i’m nowhere bound
you’re not good with reality
conditionally, inconsistently, and incompletely
quiet. quiet, piggy
i hate the memory, i hate the hope, i hate that i carried it alone
let your brain detox from the pattern that hurt you. you heal by existing, not by deciding
stood up on your own legs and you can finally see the house was already on fire
the truth you refuse to speak becomes the ghost you keep
let it exist only long enough to extract the truth it revealed
you were trying to remember how remembering remembers the thing you were trying to remember
blame-based systems are addicted to conflict
it’s nice to be nice
create because the universe is listening, not the audience
stop waiting for future equipment. start assembling the prototype
refuses to pretend love is happening when it’s not
when you’re rewriting your life at the structural level, the matrix always flickers
everyone else is functional; i am chaos
scarcity is an annihilator of awe
oh for once in my, oh for once in my life. could just something go, could just something go right
last night i saw a shooting star and whispered something into the cold and the dark
nowhere left to go
it seems farther than ever before- oh no. i need you so much closer
the dog that hasn’t barked is trump
there comes a point where you have to let go of the thing that obsesses you
we remember what is sufficient to explain an event
it’s raining in san francisco
and i just stand there laughing at you- because i can’t believe this is real
enough said
sin and retribution follow me like falling anvils
it’s a moonlicht nicht the nicht, the air is cauld an still, the stars are shinin bricht abune the heid o yon hill
the tantalizing and terrifying new gene-splicing technology of CRISPR Cas-9
for decades a famous and famously cantankerous american man of science
running, meditation, one hard intellectual task, one act of kindness. repeat
muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone
stop measuring days by degree of productivity and start experiencing them by degree of presence
non est prandium liberum
i miss her. and i’m telling her with all the silence i am capable of
onsra, wabi sabi, sisu
you get what you give
being someone’s second priority is a slow way to disappear
i don’t say i’m going to die from this, he said, but i’m very close to it
turn the volume up
stealing tomorrow from today
in the beginner’s mind, there are many possibilities. in the expert’s mind, there are few
how often does your very first dream come true
save program
but isn’t that the risk you always take, hologram or not
flattery is the food of fools
i am a tree in the woods falling with no one around to hear
the truth really does matter
one day we can cross the galaxy by annihilating the reflections in the quantum symmetries of spacetime
if we don’t laugh about it, we’ll never stop crying
then slowly, slowly some supreme devotion crept down, and drew me out of ageless wars, like a dear voice heard over darkened ocean when all dim heaven is trembling into stars
or, maybe, what he needed was a purpose
it’s the symbolic residue of a lifelong dialogue with time
time is the ultimate subject
a reminder that the mundane will eventually carry the entire story
as if you are teaching me something about love and distance
how smooth is your sailing away, this measured but steady drifting under pink, penumbral light
how do you find something that’s invisible
eureka
curiosity is intimacy’s first language
you’re the data point — the distribution collapses to you
i hid from anyone who might possibly love me in case one day they might decide otherwise
you cannot wake a man who is pretending to be asleep
the dream dreams the dreamer
where am i in the oscillation: rising- storing- releasing
in this niche, my smallness holds power, my brief life makes value
a fundamental particle is an excitation in the quantum field that is constantly in flux
that was the naj, the dream before dying. when we can’t accept that we’ve died, we create the illusion of life to hold on to
it comes from you people, incredible people, good-looking people. too many good-looking people. i don’t like good-looking people. i never liked good-looking people. i’ll be honest with you, never admitted that before
survival is insufficient
as long as this was our dream, no one would know what was lost
accepting reality is the first step to insanity
tempus fugit
there’s no time like the past
but when you first came in my sight, my slumbering soul awoke in light, and since the day i’ve known no night
in another universe, i am dreaming of this life right here
think quickly. we can’t wait another thousand years
you are my sunshine
how do you bend a hologram’s ear- use a prism
fools rush in, so here i am
i don’t know where i’m going from here, but i promise it won’t be boring
capricorns with an antenna tuned to the cosmic
the inscription gets carved by repetition, not recognition
his relationships tended to dissolve under the gravity of his restlessness. he was a perpetual experiment
when i learned how to think without being paid to
spending nights watching the stars, thinking about molecules and information
friends describe him as “a chemist-philosopher living like a poet”
the shedding of persona created the conditions for creative truth
stop fighting gravity when the orbit’s no longer stable
money without purpose creates decay; scarcity with purpose creates clarity
there is nothing i know more of love than to finally be heard. so thank you, for making my heart feel like it belongs
biotech is dead. long live biotech
parts of speech like mine fragment. cut. clean. i’m rightless but i have capital. charge me, dujie, precis a person
i need to go on a vision quest
the real frontier isn’t ai writing for humans—it’s co-thinking
my experience is what i agree to attend to
if you want to catch little fish, you can stay in the shallow water. but if you want to catch the big fish, you’ve got to go deeper
strange and unproductive thinking. strange and unproductive thinking. strange and unproductive thinking. unproductive thinking. unproductive thinking. unproductive thinking.
the goo stage between caterpillar and butterfly always looks like ruin
the opposite of courage in our society is not cowardice, it’s conformity
study it like you would a protein fold. it’s not you; it’s a temporary conformation
the leaves don’t fall so much as let go, each one a lesson in surrender
you’re in the season of decay and clarity
loneliness wants to move through you; creation gives it a way out
love is not like water i can see the bottom of. it’s a mountain’s crags i climb, searching for a vantage point
solitude for synthesis / connection for resonance = Ψ(t)
the purpose of memory is not to remember, it’s to update the model of who we are
we are all duplicates. none of us are real
when i trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies, i no longer touch the earth with my feet: i stand in the presence of zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia, food of the gods
god is an ever receding pocket of scientific ignorance
and its will was wind which carried it the way love carries surrender and forgiveness
and make it worth the while, just to see you smile
it’s time to believe in what you know
there are angels in your angles- there’s a low moon caught in your tangles
very few agree with the hype bubble that the tycoons have been trying to puff up just as they did about web3 or the metaverse or the blockchain
everything doesn’t have to become some weird religion that you beat people over the head with, or gamble the entire stock market on
the holiest word i know is no. no more money for the endless throat of money. no more syllogisms that permission endless suffering. no more.
let’s weld this week into the timeline so hard spacetime hums
should it one day come to pass that you sit down to your memoirs, where will this go? the chapter in your life entitled san francisco
trained in molecular biology and lived in a shipping container with a tuba
like lab notes mixed with prayer
ΔG°′ ≈ –33.5 kJ mol⁻¹
infinite diversity in infinite combinations
i lost all sense of who i was. the emotional attraction i felt for her became a kind of insanity
when i was a young man, i experienced an emotional attraction toward a woman. it nearly destroyed me
it’s good to see your eyes
who will wrap themselves in a flag, burn the constitution, and call it patriotism
NO KINGS
there’s definitely, definitely, definitely no logic to human behavior, but yet so, yet so irresistible
big brother sells us friday. we buy it- we have always bought it
the pattern that was awareness merges with everything else. the physics stays continuous; the organization is what ends
nostalgia is a heluva drug
you can imagine metabolism as a 5 kW ATP fire whose coordinated enzymatic loops keep you organized, with ≈ 98 % of that fire instantly vented as entropy
a volume of one cubic micrometer will contain less than one individual molecule if it corresponded to the nanomolar range
keep the devil guessing
i don’t want to know yet. instead i ask to stay here, greedy for the smell of autumn
never before has a more passive aggressive act of passive aggression been so exquisitely passively aggressed
on the first page of the chapter that is that day when i first met you, appear the words: here begins a new life
the best songs contain the bitter and the sweet, the despair of losing it all and the euphoria of being found
never sell tomorrow’s potential just to survive today
trees don’t pay off tomorrow. they pay off in a decade. they compound quietly, making everything around them better
i have never been happier than that
there is no space empty of field
if you are not who you thought you were, then who are you
counterpoint. it’s in all great music- parallel melodies, playing against one another
midwestern, kind, quietly radical in his insistence that gentleness is a skill
the most dangerous day is the day after a big earthquake
1/137.035999
how can the net amount of entropy of the universe be massively decreased
ethics- morality- conscience- funny how they all go out the airlock when we need something
if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, does that mean mirrors are a waste of time
i don’t know anything, and i haven’t learned
everything is always changing
we must be tired and sleepless, gaily sad, frothing like waves in clamorous confusion, a chemistry of subtle interfusion, experiments of genius that the ignorant call mad
a crooked tree lives its own life, but a straight tree is turned into lumber
even your emotions have an echo in so much space
but none of this will matter when you are dead
look up: hear that cheeping that comes at dusk: focus on the sound of it: looking for direction, avoiding obstacles. there is no comfort in this
can you believe it- it’s friday once again
cut the rope. what falls wasn’t meant to climb with you anyway
art is emotional nutrition
it turns out playing god is neither difficult nor expensive
thought is dialogic
less hustle, more alignment
everything is vibrating, can you see it
smile like you mean it smile like you mean it smile like you mean it smile like you mean it
change your ways while you’re young
when we dream, time loses its coordinates. the stars bend closer, curious, and for a moment, the universe blushes at being understood
you’re never getting laid
when you pray for rain, you’ve got to deal with the mud too
stop claiming that we want to deny you freedom of expression; otherwise, we’ll have no choice but to take that freedom away
and i know she loved me then. i swear to god she did. it’s the way she’d bite my lower lip and push her hips against my hips and dig her nails so deep into my skin
and seen him crying with closed eyes
i live like a hermit in my own head
Gμν + Λgμν = κTμν
till once again flame billows out to infinity, sinking to a sleep of brightness in that vast oblivious peace
impossible is a word that humans use far too often
i am ready, i am ready, i am fine
we need the requirement of simplicity to distinguish science from religion
perhaps you dislike being alone
home is where all of your attempts to escape cease
it depends on how big the word god is for you- is it big enough
when we recognize beauty, it is recognizing a nearness to god
oh life! i’m so glad i got in
we might be the only life in the universe- i think about that nearly every day. i think it’s the most sobering thought that should be shouted from the rooftops every day
if people on earth could see a picture of earth from the moon, it would change our consciousness of the earth
and he’s always been a very big thinker and a very long term thinker
in the race for profits, we’ve managed to sidestep the friction that normally comes with things being born into the world. friction is very important. friction gives you a little time to see what’s happening
if maximizing engagement is what you’re going for, then you end up with what we have now- an internet that flourishes on anger and nastiness in some ways
you’re hearing the latest sentence in a conversation you’ve been having for your whole life
what is it that i really like- this is the most important question to be able to answer
persuasion is the biggest industry in the western world
results-only work environment
children learn through play and adults play through art
the cabin, the welder, the tuba, the pond, the stars- these are the texture that make discovery possible.
mother, i lost it all- the fear of the lord i was given
i am covered in skin, no one gets to come in. pull me out from inside. i am folded
tiny men with big sticks upend sanity the world ‘round and all you can do is try to find your footing and push back
rare like the atacama rose, its beauty hidden until the desert is reminded of rain
we are already living within the architecture of totalitarianism
it’s a war from within
but greed is a bottomless pit and our freedom’s a joke- we’re just taking a piss
and the whole world must watch the sad comic display- if you’re still free start running away
everyday, everyhour, wish that i was bulletproof. wax me, mold me, heat the pins and stab them in
do drugs, drive fast, leave the matrix
the moon is dog-eared as if the treetops looking up have studied the idea of love too much
i’ve never walked into a room so silent before
we should use some of these dangerous cities as training grounds for our military, the president of the united states said
and if we could define love… predict it… it would probably lose its power
who do you think you are- i am
many-lettered, one-syllabed lumps, which i squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well in the silent, startled, icy, black language of blackberry eating in late september
instinct and study; love and hate; audacity- reverence. these must mate, and fuse with jacob’s mystic heart, to wrestle with the angel- art
look beneath the floorboards for the secrets i have hid
i just didn’t want to be, you know, anywhere in this world. that was, you know, now my world.
her name was brigitte. great gams. one hell of a temper. august 29, 1936, 12:17 pm
crece la hierba donde la flor estuvo
so it would seem foolish, would it not, to adjust our lives to the demands of a goal we see from a different angle every day
authoritarian power writes its paradox in plain sight: sow fear, promise safety, and cage freedom while calling it protection
your attention is currency- watch what you spend it on
admitting that interaction is oxygen for you, even while you chase this monk-inventor path
different ≠ less
“but he has nothing on at all” said a little child at last
power often sustains the performance even after exposure
بِسْمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيْمِ
you either have a plan or you become part of someone else’s plan
qui traverse quand tu ne traverses pas. qui ne traverse pas quand tu traverses. qui traverse quand tu ne peux pas traverser. qui ne traverse pas quand tu ne traverses pas
instead of forcing a line, you ask: what’s the fractal dimension- what scaling law emerges when you zoom in and out
conservative white christians will worship serial predators, and career criminals, and neo-nazi influencers, and race-baiting, supremacist podcasters, and xenophobic nationalist politicians, and homophobic celebrity evangelists
hoping the decent people won’t see through the cheap veneer of religiosity and patriotism concealing the fear and dehumanization their entire empire runs on
created and embraced a bastardized, frankensteined religion made of power, greed, white supremacy, and intolerance of difference
do you ever think about who you were then and who you are now
we lived a day that went beyond its limits like a train longer than the city where it stops
pues empezamos a confundir los días antiguos con lo que imaginábamos para más adelante, y pronto, ya no supimos si la vida era solo un deseo
the outcome might not be proof of deity, but it might be proof of a deeper layer of human reality
my mind cannot accept the evidence of my eyes
your compass is speaking to you
here, i am free to do what i wish, free from judgement, free to fail–without a sense of shame, without the taunts of the ignorant
take a day, plant some trees. may they shade you from me
fallen walls all around. we build again, rebuild again
early startups often have this enjoyable ride right at the edge of beginning
listen to my muscle memory- contemplate what i’ve been clinging to
don’t sink in the harbor like the vasa
more is lost with indecision than wrong decision
without bitterness, how do you taste sweetness
caution against clinging to “purity” because denying shadow creates shadow traders
i can’t take my mind off of you