# Sufficient Unto the Day
=== 2025-04-18 17:57:54 Friday
Afternoon drifts into evening.
I'm hearing some weed-whacking in progress.
Iced black tea going down mighty fine.
Chanced upon a site containing old Radio Shack catalogs.
=== 2025-04-18 13:41:01 Friday
It bothered me a lot for quite a while that people didn't
like me in "gemini" spaces, sites like "Midnight Pub",
or "Blue Dwarf". I managed to assume I'd have more in
common with frequenters of such than the web at large.
But it turns out I don't belong in and around most people.
I mean, I've known that for many decades, really. But
since I developed software quite a while *and* could write
with what I want to believe is above-average skill, I
assumed I'd be welcomed by others who felt more different
than alive the masses.
Nope.
A significant problem with walled-gardens - regardless
how thing the walls - is they attract people willing to
conform the garden reality, which generally isn't too
different from mob reality. People look around nervously,
wondering how to act, slowly imitate others in the venue,
"one of them" morphs to "one of US", and next thing
you know they're indignant when a newbie comes along
and doesn't immediately fall inline with unspoken mob
expectation.
Well, I'm just not wasting my effort on such spaces
anymore. I need the approval of ignorant others far less
than I used to think I did.
Writing here is all the joy, and none of the fitting-in
bullshit.
=== 2025-04-18 13:28:34 Friday
Blogs tend to have an "About" page.
It's tempting. But creating permanence is contrary to the
spirit of this blog. This place is about daily renewal,
not about living up to a fixed identity.
My wife is napping on the couch kiddie corner to me. A
car in need of a muffler just went buy, and I can still
hear its lower frequency growl slowly fading, supplanted
by the sound of lawnmowers and an air freshener running
in this room.
Who/what am I?
Merely a bathroom drain hairball of interconnected
thoughts I pull up for examination from time to time.
But there's nothing real to it, not in some real physical
universe kind of sense.
It's thoughts repeated, their significance in constant
relative change, their connections morphing, turning
inside, being forgotten into irrelevance until suddenly
remembered in a burst that shoves others aside, throws
the entire picture into inter-relational recalculation.
Then I'll remember others' thoughts on the theme of self,
and suddenly the entire mental landscape is all very
"Oh yeah... *that*! That's IT!"
And those stone ripples will also subside upon the
water's/mind's surface, or be overcome by bigger ripples
and/or waves.
=== 2025-04-18 13:14:14 Friday
I've been rather down on online for months, maybe longer.
But it's slowly becoming clear that my own attitude and
expectations were the problem.
I've known for half of forever that the thoughts of most
people aren't particularly interesting. It's mostly
whining, gossip, and murmuring. I mean, me too on the
whining front.
So here I've this delightful little site. I'm going to
feed it each day because I've wanted something like since
I was a kid: a place to express and possible be read.
Conversely, I'm a lifetime library lover, and the web is
just a different kind of library.
It's all good in the blogdom!
=== 2025-04-18 11:01:50 Friday
Expanding on the previous entry a bit:
The desire for permanence might be best categorized as
a mental illness inasmuch as it's making of a demand of
a reality whose hallmark is impermanence.
I think it's healthier that people experience each others'
current state, and not feel compelled to catch up with
their past.
Creators mistakenly feel compelled to keep all their
writing online so that someone chancing upon it can read
it all.
But who has time for that, really?
In a way, it's a self-worship stance, making their
work more about people getting to know *them* as their
thinking/feeling/experience progressed from some point
in the past through to now.
I think we need to let go of that silliness, and
experience others online as they most recently
are. You might never have chanced on their site to
begin with. Why not settle for their current state of
thinking/feeling/experience, and then move onto someone
else's current state. And so on.
Why not?
I think it solves much internet misery.
=== 2025-04-18 10:49:07 Friday
A few remarks about a couple others' thoughts on the
internet:
HTML target=_blank Is the internet dead? Are we?
"Maybe its not that the internet is dead, but really
we are. Maybe its not that these new agencies without
subjectivities are eerie, but we are all agencies
without subjectivities. What is unsettling is the
collapse of agency and identity that we all face, as
we become increasingly irrelevant to our economic and
social world. The end of the year is an opportunity
to clean up and reset for the upcoming new semester. I
found myself clearing out old bookmarks—yes, bookmarks:
that formerly beloved browser feature that seems to have
lost the battle to 'address bar autocomplete'. But this
nostalgic act of tidying led me to despair."
We're dead when wailing and gnashing of teeth under the
free-willed individuality delusion.
HTML target=_blank This Page is Designed to Last
"The end of the year is an opportunity to clean up
and reset for the upcoming new semester. I found myself
clearing out old bookmarks—yes, bookmarks: that formerly
beloved browser feature that seems to have lost the battle
to 'address bar autocomplete'. But this nostalgic act of
tidying led me to despair.
Bookmark after bookmark led to dead link after dead
link. What's vanished: unique pieces of writing on
kuro5hin about tech culture; a collection of mathematical
puzzles and their associated discussion by academics that
my father introduced me to; Woodman's Reverse Engineering
tutorials from my high school years, where I first
tasted the feeling of control over software; even my most
recent bookmark, a series of posts on Google+ exposing
usb-c chargers' non-compliance with the specification,
all disappeared.
This is more than just link rot, it's the increasing
complexity of keeping alive indie content on the web,
leading to a reliance on platforms and time-sorted
publication formats (blogs, feeds, tweets)."
I'm thinking the best solution is giving up on insisting
content must be permanent, perhaps even to the point of
writers regularly rewriting the content of previously
created pages from time to time, bringing the text in
line with their current thinking/feeling, with events
since the previous version, etc.
We should *expect* content to change: embrace, love,
and maybe even crave such change.
What's mostly coming to mind is a sense of the need to
cull uncompromising commitment to frequenting *only*
separate sites - not participating at monolithic sites of
"users", which is always a walled garden setting.
And it's okay to exclude others from awareness for their
not being able to maintain their own blog/site. It's
a reasonable indicator of intelligence. I can know in
advance that someone with their own blog/site is more
likely interesting than someone who can't/doesn't do that.
=== 2025-04-18 09:07:35 Friday
From
HTML We can have a different web
"The thing is: none of this is gone. Nothing about the web
has changed that prevents us from going back. If anything,
it's become a lot easier. We can return."
What's remarkable to me about this reminder is that it's
the same reminder sages give regarding what we really
are. It's never gone: it's buried, hidden, ignored
seemingly out of existence.
And yet it *is* existence....
=== 2025-04-18 08:39:50 Friday
So nobody knows how long an online career I've had.
Never became famous, mind you. But I've been there back to
"GEnie" days. Back to "local BBS" days.
I guess I thought I was going to meet interesting people,
and have interesting conversations.
And, yeah, a little of that happened. But it's kind of
similar to how spread out intelligent life forms seem to
be in the universe.
Very alone....
=== 2025-04-18 07:49:03 Friday
The previous entry felt good to write.
But I know persisting in the delusion of being a
free-willed individual in a "real" physical world that
includes similarly afflicted others soon enough leads to
stress, anguish, and a gruelingly tiring mental exertion
to making a facade of enjoying it.
It comes down to hopping off the train to known disaster
sooner, or later.
You'd think it would be possible to enjoy it, and yet
doth it contain the seeds of its own destruction.
And you've no idea what I'm talking about.
Which circles back to the uselessness of separate minds
(aka conceptuality contexts) poorly-to-utterly-not mediate
by words and other assorted symbols.
And <exhales>....
=== 2025-04-18 07:30:52 Friday
Super pleasant morning here on the couch, after my usual
"get the day going" routine: return to being clothed,
remove and clean earplugs, take meds, setup the coffee
maker and cups for action, transfer the right amounts of
the right vitamins from containers to counter, ready and
microwave select leftovers, down the vitamins during the
heating, relocate plate/bowl from microwave to next to the
Chromebook, sit down and commence a blend of textuality
and nourishment.
I almost called textuality "mental nourishment", but I've
come to know better. Online text is far more a habit,
more something to alleviate boredom while eating, quite
possibly an excuse to not remember what *I* really is/am
- the ignorance consisting of delusions of free-willed
individuality being what it is.
The text you're reading was, at time of typing, merely
more of the same, albeit during the beginning-digestion
phase.
My wife's on the mend from a urinary tract infection. I
hate to put that in terms of my sanity, but I really hope
that means this isn't going to be a gung-ho kind of day,
as I sorely need some inactivity leading unto sanity.
=== 2025-04-18 07:17:15 Friday
The terms "fact" and "conspiracy theory" are well nigh
useless now that the internet has helped us realize they
merely mean the following:
fact: what I believe
conspiracy theory: what others believe
But, of course, that's all merely symptoms of the mental
illness sometimes referred to as ego.
=== ABOUT
In the name of not being burdened by what has been, and
not wishing to be defined by past thoughts, this page is
scrapped upon the first post of a new waking day.
=== LINKS
HTML For seekers tired of searching
DIR Great Gopher of Morena
httt + computer URL:https://ttt.computer/
HTML The internet used to be* fun