Let’s get a bit paranoid, shall we?
Stderr
All the unbuffered error messages
Let’s get a bit paranoid, shall we?
I used to love fashion. It flows from my love of art, design, and craft – some of the outfits from the high end of the couture world are just amazing. The Fashion Museum at the Met is a mandatory destination whenever I’m in New York, and I’ve managed to catch some of the big shows like The Age of Napoleon and the Heavenly Bodies show. [met] But after last year, when Kim Kardashian managed to pack her gigantic butt into a dress originally fitted for Marilyn Monroe, I began to see the event as a desert of decadence, mostly notable for the tremendous amount of elective plastic surgery on display.
Over at Pharyngula, [pha] Covert Master Provocateur xohjoh2n mentioned a Midjourney prompt about Robert Smith of The Cure, in the style of Titian.
Remember screen savers?
I was a kid sitting on my dad’s big shoulders during the student riots in Paris in the 60s. I don’t remember it, but dad says it was weird that it felt safe to carry a kid right down to the battlefront where carefully aimed cobblestones were flying at cops. I guess there was zero chance of a Bloody Sunday style response at that time.
I learned a surprising thing about Japanese swords the other day.
I’m not afraid to read a book (if I can handle it) but I feel you need to know something of a field, in order to know which books are definitive and represent a consensus.
The talented Mr Fingers is at it again. This time he built a rowboat out of a super realistic sculpture of Jeff Bezos’ head.
Over at Bill Seymour’s, I made the mistake of getting into the topic of comparative programming languages. Ow. My bad!
This is exactly how I imagine imperialism and “The Great Game” worked. A bunch of people sitting around with sharpies drawing lines on maps.