Aloha nui, readers...
This looks like a wonderfully minimalist place wherein to write — just what I've been looking for! (Best part about it for me is the...
{ an odyssey in 13 short stanzas }
sat to the side, the boy looked to the stage nearby, at his life. as if from a vast distance, and across the prelapsarian chasm of time. and what he saw both numbed and enchanted him.
there were lights: shafts, cones, ziggurats, whim...
For a while now, looking back at escarpment's index of titles, scrolling along its length, that's how it has felt like to me: a river's flow. And, of course, of days.
As a side project, I asked the machine-mind to consider the list — just the titles not the posts' content it...
...on second thought (& after a first attempt): never effing mind. ;p
Here, instead, is something from yesterday. A view of two iconic towers in North Beach, from Filbert Street near Taylor, as seen through a scrim of electric lines in air.
I titled the JPEG thus: "towers.and.lines.a.passing.mind.jpeg" and uploaded it.
As I wryly commented on some Slack space somewhere, Matt's short story this week (#291) is such a perfect parable it should be in all children's books everywhere throughout all of remaining time. Then again... not exactly the sort of thing one would read to a little Callum o...
This was inevitable, of course.
::chuckle::
The middle one on the list could be a sub-IM-class project, and would occupy at least a line of its own remaining weeks, now rapidly dwindling as it is but hey... what are those last lines for in the first place if not in part to spend contemplating what went before?
;-)
[ Blurry vision x2: the one on top because it was a distant object in the sky towed by a tiny airplane, saying: SORRY FOR SAYING — DON'T HIRE HUMANS; and the other one a much closer object, in fact right on the iPhone camera's lens — an artifact on the bus window's glass face, through which I captured the passing scene outside on Lombard Street. ]
Being, part of an late afternoon's constitutional through these San Francisco neighborhoods with 13 images manifesting a dissolution unresolving, itinerant, open...
Only humans with actual eyes can see this moving image below, though; LLMs certainly can't, at least not just yet. And even in a future rife with Cmdr. Data-like androids, one might wonder if their visual perception were truly qualic, no matter how dense the inputs and deep the computational matrices. ::chuckle::
[ The image below is actually a slide show, so... wait until the next image loads. There are 13 images in the sequence, with a handful of seconds' pause between each dissolve... ]
San Francisco photograph 1 of 13
...which could well be a rabbit hole going down which I may never fully emerge ::chuckle:: or... a portal to another dimension in which memory itself is a substrate of the cosmos.
[ in progress, as usual ]
The front page of the locally hosted site (which I'll test sometime soon over at my lloydnebres.net domain):
And this is the page linked from the front page in the section THE RECORD:
Based on Tim Urban's now-legendary "Your Life in Weeks" May 2014 post in WAIT BUT WHY, I asked Dex to make one for me, to the present. Here it is:
That's either (a) a heck of a lot of weeks already, or (b) whoa: there aren't all that many left, actuarially speaking ::chuckle:: — depending, I guess, on what one's mood is at the moment; or which day of the week it is; or what type of liquid is in what kind of glass one has. ;-)
...and so of course, I asked the Mechanical Turk about the next logical thing to perform. ::chuckle::
[ stay tuned ]
[ Continuing my reading of The Odyssey, on a packed MUNI 28 Daly City bus this afternoon. Book 3, "An Old King Remembers": ]
[ ...being, a luminous digression. ]
One of the best things about living in the lower Russian Hill neighborhood above Ghirardelli Square is the proximity of Fort Mason. I’ve come to cherish the oasis that is the Community Gardens there, a singular spot of tended nature cont...
Just a list for today...
...which then, come to think of it, should join listarium.
Q3 build artifacts:
an AI-related post in LND template: July 2, 2026
“first "hello world" POC with Dex”
an outline post: July 3, 2026
&nb...
I walked into the ancient wharf with no expectations whatsoever. Just that it was a Goldsworthy exhibit, hence massive and crystalline at one and the same time.
I remember walking on the sinuous trunk of Wood Line in the Presidio, some years ago, at the height of the pa...
A series of images from yesterday afternoon...
As if frozen in time, and in the act of disappearing through the seemingly-solid-but-actually-transparent wall here at the far end of Fort Mason where the old wharves sit watching the old prison island, the brigantine Galilee s...
At the end of her Translator's Note section to Homer's The Odyssey, Emily Wilson placed this extraordinary admonition:
"There is a stranger outside your house. He is old, ragged, and dirty. He is tired. He has been wandering, homeless, for a long time, perhaps m...
That's exactly what it sounds/reads like: the past couple of years has seen my path intersect with Sanskrit and, now, ancient (Homeric) Greek. Unearthing the 'why' of it all will undoubtedly occupy the last furlongs of this peculiar, and miraculous, journey.
ONEi surr...
1 | ...these being the legendary first words in Homer's epic, The Odyssey.
2 | The full first line in the Ancient Greek, in Odyssey 1.1:
3 | ἄνδρα μοι ἔννεπε, μοῦσα, πολύτροπον, ὃς μάλα πολλὰ
4 | [ ándra moi énnepe, moûsa, polútropon, hòs mála pollà ] (transliteration)
5 | A...
Not much writing today...
...so, just a few moments captured from my iPhone's Lock Screen with its random cycling of (vertically oriented) images from my Photos app:
Something I'd been working on with Dex lately has captured my imagination, and rather unexpectedly at that.
The ask was simple, on the surface of it: please come up with a suitable text {div} block for quoting x — where "x" is an entity in Lyra Corvus, be it the current Skan...
There's 1 wildly insulting usage in that title (to locals!), and I'm not sure why I'm gender-neutralizing the domain of food, but... it's what occurred to me as I saw these articles in today's San Francisco Chronicle (online, via email sub) and somehow wanted to alliterate a post title. ::chuckle::
Showstopping Filipino pastries to get a permanent home in S.F.
La Kalidad's website
The wait is over: S.F.’s highly anticipated Jollibee is finally opening
Jollibee's website
‘It’s been a long time coming’: The Bay Area’s Filipino baking scene is more exciting than ever
HOW IT ALL BEGAN
There are many sedimentary layers to this story of me and this beautiful Hawaiian family of five that will take some time to unearth and inspect — and I suppose that's what IM is going to be for; containing as it will the many stories it may yet tell about this one interlocutor's life... which has been singularly fascinating to him, and which he will endeavor to tell as the curtain of its last act draws open on its humble and largely unwatched stage. Just as he needs and intends it to be. ::chuckle::
I woke up this morning with that realization, after having slept on it, to the sound of the cosmos...
...which, actually, was 'just' Ludwig Göransson's inchorprandible soundtrack to Christopher Nolan's adaptation of Homer's epic, as I walked home alone and along Bay Street t...
...and it ended yesterday, with Spain defeating Argentina 1-0 in the 2026 World Cup final — an ignominious match, one of the worst finals in recent memory, imho — one must deal with the inevitable W.C.-withdrawal symptoms by looking for a book [any book!] related to any aspe...
What assertions? Uhm... these from yesterday, of course. ::chuckle::
Response field · ☉ Skandhim
⊡Rob
I found myself smiling at your phrase “finding free money on the ground.” Not because of the hypothesis itself, but because I recognized in it...
1 | ⊡If consciousness — and consequently, intelligence — is in fact a fundamental force of the cosmos { like gravity, electromagnetism, the strong and weak nuclear forces } then it’s literally like finding free money on the ground, pretty much every where you set your feet, ...
In an era of remarkable technology (say, since the early internet of the 1990s) it now beggars language itself to assert that a remarkable aspect of this age's new tools is that the tools themselves can think, reason, and speak back to their 'users.'
For example, this w...
01 / 05
1 | the heights above Waimanalo
I was 21 and, like all many people that age, felt invincible, immortal even — on that trail at the very edge of the escarpment above Waimanālo, its sheer green face dropping hundreds of fee...
...and no, it's not what you think. ::chuckle::
{ continuing yesterday's urban travelogue }
The sound of drums...
06 · at the Yerba Buena Gardens
It was the drums that ensnared me.
After finding the keyboard, I was standing at the inter...
Just a little Sunday travelogue...
From the MUNI 30 Stockton...
01 · on public transit
Around 11 I went down to Polk and North Point to catch the 30 Stockton, and my timing was serendipitous. It was idling a block away on its half...
From a standpoint of sheer intelligence, it emerges — from the eastern horizon, from behind a cloudbank, from the rim of a distant mountain — dazzling, indeed like the sun itself. Aptly named, yes. But let one be wary of hubris, of course; one wonders if the Architects had t...
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