Gemini* and Gopher

• Personal/Opinions

  • I Ordered a Playdate Console

    So after debating it with myself for a while now, I decided to just go ahead and purchase a Playdate console by Panic, that cute yellow handheld console with the hand-crank.

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    I intend to make a graphical version of Syzygy for the Playdate which will show the location of the Sun and the Moon along with the Moon phase based on the time on the console and a user input Latitude and Longitude. Because there is a built-in accelerometer in the console, I might add some sort gyroscopic feature where the user can locate the Sun or Moon in real life by moving the console around. Unfortunately because there is no light for the screen of the console, that might be a bit difficult at night time.

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  • Christina's September questions

    I love Christina's questions. She asks us out of lonely diaries into asynchronous visits with each other.

    1. In what Olympic event would I wish to compete?

    I'd love to ice-skate beautifully. Or greco- roman wrestle.

    2. What was child me's favorite comic strip?

    Pa had a book of Prince Valiants. I looked at their saturated color in awe but can't remember the story. In the papers, Calvin and Hobbes? I don't know as I favored any. Each was like a long tube to a different strange puppet show.

    3. In a vivid dream did I fly, fall, or run?

    I used to have vivid escape and evasion dreams. Encounters with SWAT teams and helicopters are far enough in my past it's been a long time.

    I looked in one old diary and found non-running dreams with elements in common with those where I ran. I'd have to dig in boxes to find a diary with an evasion dream.

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• Technology and Free Software

  • The Dichotomy between the Real and the Digital

    There exists within my mind a dichotomy between that which is truly real and that what is digital. I cannot, I am afraid, put into words how much I like Reality (tm). What is real is that which is.

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    It is ironic, then, that the common man seems to be dulling himself more and more on algorithmic sludge. He scrolls on Facebook, where an algorithm tells him what to like, what to wear, what to think; he goes home to watch short videos wherever he chooses to see the same propaganda. He does not necessarily question it; he merely sees it as a passing fad, yet he does not consider the hidden, sublime damage done to his psyche, his nous, his mind and spirit.

    I don't want to be a slave, I don't want to be a sheep. I want to think for myself, I want to be human again. It seems so monumental a task. And I am not even sure where to begin. How can I continue like this? How is it that I am still given breaths to breathe? Why is it that I incessantly debate within myself whether X is better or Y is better when, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter if I had a Samsung watch or a Casio; it doesn't matter if my servers run on Debian or OpenBSD or FreeBSD, it never mattered because it is not real. Is it? I am lost and confused in this fog-thought.