Happiness is having just enough hot water in my espresso to extend the experience without diluting it overmuch.
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I've been on a kick lately of trying to visualize the oscillating clock, and ultimately the effectively arbitrarily complex activity of a computer processor, as modern refinements of the line shaft factory of the 19th century. Of compute as being not much more than profoundly refined "work" delivered by the electrical grid into marvelously complex machines.
Does that, as a metaphor at least, feel as important to you as it has to me of late? We spend so much time in a world abstracted.
Last year I wasn't feeling too good.
I turned forty, waited for surgery, and was hurt by my own colleagues. So I dealt with things. Maybe not so well, but to the best of my ability.
One of the consequences was that I got a bit heavy. My body changed, and I didn't feel like myself. It was a problem for future me. So now I am here with this little belly of mine. We're not enemies, but I decided it's time to part ways.
So I count calories. Maybe not so well, but to the best of my ability.
VirtualBox 7.2.20 telepรญtve, ami egy รผgynรถki sandbox vagy homokozรณ, mรกr csak egy .iso lemezkรฉpfรกjl hiรกnyzik, de abbรณl รกltalรกban mindig hiรกny van nรกlam, nem is รฉrtem, miรฉrt, amรบgy sejtem, csak ilyenekrลl nem szoktam beszรฉlni...
VirtualBox 7.2.20 installed, which is an agent sandbox, the only thing missing is an .iso image file, but I usually always lack that, I don't even understand why, I guess, I just don't usually talk about things like that...


