echo โfilmsโ >> .textlog
echo โbooksโ >> .textlog
echo โgamesโ >> .textlog
sudo rm -rf /etc
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This laptop doesn't matter anymore, poor thing, so much has happened to it, now Gemma 4 26B A4B QAT is being installed on it, according to the original plans, which may not have been our plans, but there's not much we can do about it, because we've become victims of circumstances
I truly love the experience of using apps with rich, deeply interactive, beautifully animated, gorgeous user interfaces.
Then I see a beautiful text-based interface and something about it feels so natural, so inevitable, so perfectly clear, and I'm instantly captivated by its simplicity and clarity.
Hypertext is fascinating.
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


