Ryan Gosling cries a lot with mostly-terranean homesick alien pal.
"Better than a slap in the face with a wet fish."
In the cabin in El Palmar with Daniela
At the cabin in El Palmar, with Sock and Ramona.
At home with Daniela.
At the Glóries Multicine with Daniela
On a Monday evening with a gail blowing through the cathedral's spires outside.
With Daniela at home on a rainy Monday night in Barcelona.
"The one thing that I found so amazing with techno was that it felt so timeless. Techno is the negation of the traditional song. A song has a beginning and an end, it has lyrics, it has a closed story. Techno is something you can start anywhere and you can end it anywhere, and in the middle, the machine is simply running. This machine has variations to keep it interesting, but it’s completely okay if you take 30 seconds of the song and mix with that because the idea is not that it has to be this 10-minute block—it can be 30 seconds, it can be layered with one layer amongst others, and you can repeat four bars forever. All these manipulations are acceptable within the genre, and I find this very, very beautiful."
On 8/1/26 with Daniela, Daniele, and Yoyo, again at the Broadway Cinematheque in Kowloon. Daniele walked out after 15 minutes complaining that it was "bourgeois crap".
Saw it at the Broadway Cinematheque with Daniela on Christmas Day.
"You know, Mr. Kountze, for most people, life is like a henhouse ladder: shitty and short."
"In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was within me an invincible summer."
Quoted by Andy on returning home from the hospital.
“There is no final victory, as there is no final defeat. There is just the same battle. To be fought, over and over again. So toughen up, bloody toughen up.” - Tony Benn
Watched at home with Daniela in our mostly empty El Clot apartment.
Watched in bed 17/08/25 with Dani.
Watched 13/08/2025 at home alone.
Watched 22/5/25 on the projector.
Watched 16/5/25, half on my flight back from L.A.
"A good science fiction story should be able to predict not the automobile but the traffic jam."
"Flows drop degrees, all my clothes got the scent of trees
I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G."
"What shall I say? Everything that I could say would fade into insignificance compared with what my heart feels, and your hearts feel, at this moment.
So let us leave aside words."
"History isn't here yet. It's coming, but we got here early this time. Maybe this time, we can be ready for it. We can take it on our own terms."
"What are you afraid of losing when nothing in the world belongs to you?"
Flaky crust, sugary filling
"Money is, like, fucking heroin for boring people."
Will the winds be so mighty as to lay low the mountains of the earth?
Not that great.
...it's how many times per day poorly thought-through code reminds me of something Rich Hickey said.
The human body contains about 250g of salt.
If the equilibrium of a system is disturbed by a change in one or more of the determining factors (as temperature, pressure, or concentration) the system tends to adjust itself to a new equilibrium by counteracting as far as possible the effect of the change.
It’s important to these people to give their dead a proper burial, else they become wandering souls.
It's about wishing 평강 for you, your family, and all your belongings.
Glob magic is incompatible with literal magic.
If you provide software developers with a means of shooting themselves in the feet, they will inevitably do so.
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul will pity me:
Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
I like your smile, and your fingertips
I like the way that you move your hips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me misery
“Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.”
“But God will know the slow tread of an old couple’s love for each other, and understand how black shadows make part of its whole.”
A piece of code cannot be made any less complex than the procedure that it is intended to represent.
… “The Crisis of Narrative” by Byung Chul-Han
… “Project Hail Mary” by Andy Weir
Truth becomes fiction when the fiction’s true / Real becomes not-real when the unreal’s real.
Because we don't know when we will die
We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well
Yet everything happens only a certain number of times
And a very small number, really
How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood
Some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive your life without it?
Perhaps four or five times more
Perhaps not even that
How many more times will you watch the full moon rise?
Perhaps twenty, and yet it all seems limitless
What a dream that was.
Abstraction is when you take something complicated and find a way to treat it as if it were something simple.
It's not a problem of getting people to express themselves but of providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don't stop people from expressing themselves but rather force them to express themselves. What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, and even rarer, thing that might be worth saying.
- Deleuze, quoted in Psychopolitics by Byung-Chul Han
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Came across this in 'Systems Performance' by 'Brendan Gregg':