Big holiday today in Greece, bells ringing, bands singing, people gathered in the village, eating, enjoying life and I'm spending it inside coding. I don't feel bad and I'm not , it's just that I'm a bit odd. I don't like these forced gatherings. Feel stressful.
Any conversation
mandelbrot
for y in range(10):
s=''
for x in range(25):
a=[]
for q in range(2):
z=c=x/25*3-2+1j*((y*2+q)/10-1);n=40
while n and abs(z)<2:z=z*z+c;n-=1
a+=[n<5]
s+=" โโโ"[a[0]+2*a[1]]
print(s)
โโ
โโโโโโโโ
โ โโโโโโโโโ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โโโ โโโโโโโโโ
โโโโโโโโ
โ โโโโ
โโ
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So even though I'm clumsy, the law of conservation of matter could still work better than it does here, or rather, it shouldn't work here, but it doesn't.
WezTerm for local and remote multiplexing really is the ideal experience - it's so much better than using zellij, tmux, zmx, and friends.. I don't think they pitch this feature hard enough on their site.
I think the in-terminal multiplexers have their place - e.g. if you need to access from mobile (no WezTerm there) or on machines where you simply don't want to install WezTerm for some reason. WezTermrm could probably eliminate that last one by packaging just the mux server.
Judgement, taste and quality were always precious skills. In the world of , I have become more aware of the fact that it is often hard to put in words why something is good, great or amazing - or just looks good, but is average.
A lot of the professional content I see feels like most Netflix series. They have all the elements - but the overall experience is still meh.
Quality is still hard to achieve.
there's no fundamental physical limit that prevents silicon from developing taste and judgement, but language is a lossy compression of reality.
taste comes from experience, from the shadowy mass of episodic memory, which swirls and convects at the boundary of consciousness. the ideas recombine into new ones in the nuclear reactor of the hippocampus.
but no matter how imbued with meaning and expertise is a handmade wardrobe we still get our shit from ikea


