Sharing a link to my music blog: crusty-metallian.net
Not a lot of content yet, it's a work in progress :)
Any conversation
Nudged by an interesting read about time perception to try reclaim moments where I can deliberately feel bored again.
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ๅฎนๅนณๅฐ๏ผๅๅธๅ
ๅฎนใhotmailๅ ไธบๆๆฒกๆ็จณๅฎ็ipๅฐๅ๏ผๅธธๅธธๅฐ็ฆๆ็email่ดฆๅท๏ผๆ็mastodon่ดฆๅทๅ ๆญคไนๆฒกๆณ้ฟๆไฝฟ็จใๆๅธๆ่ฟๆฏไธไธชๆๅฏไปฅ้ฟๆๅๅธๅ
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It seems I can post in Chinese. Because I don't have an ID card, I can't have a phone number, and therefore can't register a stable email address, which means I can't register on content platforms or publish content. Hotmail frequently blocks my email account because I don't have a stable IP address, so my Mastodon account can't be used long-term. I hope this is a place where I can publish content consistently.
I needed to process 20,000 json files & 20,000 JXL files. I'm pulling together a website from them all. Anyway, started with emacs elisp to handle it all, just because I've not done that before. Went kinda ok, and I'm gonna use org-mode to export it all to a website (done that bit loads of times before).
In the end, I ended up breaking out my C programming skills (late 80s->nowish). It was a delight. Nothing more refreshing than writing raw code, that doesn't rely on 3rd party code/libs.
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

