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The Salt Eaters

Velma Henry is brought before Minnie Ransom for a healing. Velma, an activist who has become cynical of the movement and especially of the egocentric men who attempt to lead it, has recently channeled her cynicism into cutting her wrists and placing her head in the oven. Alive, wrists bandaged, gown flapping open in the back, she sits before a dozen friends and neighbors as Velma and her spiritual guide Old Wife try to bring her back. The book centers on this moment, sweeping backwards and forwards and around the Southern town where each of these people live and work and hope for better days. The opening question lingers through every page, perhaps unanswerable, or perhaps only to be answered by the whole: “Are you sure, sweetheart, that you want to be well?” View this post on the web , subscribe to the newsletter , or reply via email .

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Patrick Rhone

This week on the People and Blogs series we have an interview with Patrick Rhone, whose blog can be found at patrickrhone.net . Tired of RSS? Read this in your browser or sign up for the newsletter . People and Blogs is supported by the "One a Month" club members. If you enjoy P&B, consider becoming one for as little as 1 dollar a month. My name is Patrick Rhone. When I'm not trying to be the best husband and father I can be, I'm mostly known as a writer, blogger, technology consultant, speaker, mental health advocate, and general c-list internet personality. I also restore old houses as a professional hobby. I do volunteer circus rigging at a performing youth circus school as a less professional one. The very first post on my blog, Rhoneisms, is dated November 7th, 2003. Of course, I had been blogging before that, and there used to be posts dated slightly earlier. But, my blog actually began as an internally hosted one at the college I used to work for and I lost those earlier posts when I moved to a different platform and brought it public… Gosh, that seems like it was just yesterday. Not 22 years ago. Such is life. My main blog has had many different points of focus over the years. From geeky, mainly Apple, tech stuff to GTD-driven personal productivity stuff, to practical/actionable life advice stuff, to the anything I'm interested in sort of thing it is now. And, that’s exactly what a blog should be — a reflection of one's interest and attention over time. A reflection of who one is right now and where they've been. Blogs are living things that should grow at the same rate we do. I say "main" blog above because I do have a couple of other topic specific blogs (one for my home restoration work and The Cramped which is not often updated these days). I really just post anything I feel like. Links to things I find interesting. Essays of things that take me a bit longer to express. Short thought's I'm having. All sorts of things. I’m 58 years old. The internet was not even anything regular people could use until I was in my early 20s. My first "online" writing was things I posted to dial up BBS systems/communities. In the old days of the internet, it was common to have a blog just links or thoughts much like mine is today. There was no such thing as content management systems (like Moveable Type or WordPress) or services. No such thing as blogging software. Things were hand coded HTML. There were no “rules” about what a post had to look like or be. Here’s Kottke.org from 2001 . No titles. No format. Just some thoughts and a bunch of links for the day. This is the feel I’m trying to recapture. I generally do not have a specific creative environment. I believe the best inspiration can strike anywhere at anytime for the type of blogging I'm doing. That said, for my longer form essays, in general my process is that I think about something for a very long time and then suddenly, out of nowhere at often at the most inconvenient time, what I call "writing brain" kicks in and I must find something — anything — to get it written down ASAP. It appears fully formed when that happens. So, no drafts. My blog and domain registration is through Dreamhost who I've used for too long to remember (2012 maybe). It runs on WordPress. If I'm on iOS I use Drafts to post to it. On my Mac, I use MarsEdit . I very rarely use the Wordpress web interface for posting. Only if I need to jump in and edit the HTML of something complicated to format otherwise. Nope. I'm very happy with where it is now and how it exists. Like I said, a blog should grow and change at the same rate I do so, who knows, that could change tomorrow and when/if it does, I'll change it accordingly. Back of the napkin calculation: My general unlimited hosting for all my domains (I have a lot), sites, etc. is $39.95 a month. It would be too difficult to break down how much it is just to host the one blog out of that. It doesn't generate any direct revenue really and I don't do it for that reason. I suppose people who enjoy my work will buy one of my books or something but it is not for this that I do it. I blog because it is the best way for me to catalog my interests and thinking over time. If others want to monetize their work that's their choice and I have no real opinion on it. There are a few bloggers that I support with my dollars in different ways and I'm happy to do so. I remain a fan of Nicholas Bate who currently blogs at Hunter Gatherer 21C . In general, I enjoy his thoughts and insights. I also like his style of blogging. In many ways similar to mine (and I'd be remiss if I did not admit that mine is somewhat inspired by his). I'd recommend him for sure. But, there are too many people I absolutely adore and admire to list here. Some of which have already appeared in this series. Annie Muller , Rebecca Toh , Kurt Harden , my friend Jamie Thingelstad . Obviously also internet famous ones like Jason Kottke and John Gruber . The wonderful thing about the internet and the resurgence of blogging is that there is an endless amount of great blogs and bloggers out there. There is something and someone for everyone. Google your interests and find your people. Well, I'm writing this in the middle of a tumultuous time not just in my country but in my city and local community. It is the end of January in Minneapolis/Saint Paul and anyone reading this - even long after - need only google to know what is happening here. And, I can tell you anything you do see or read or hear about it is but one of hundreds or thousands of stories. In other words, my mind is a bit pre-occupied right now. But what I do want people to know about that is that despite everything our own federal government is doing to our state, it is only making our local communes stronger. We are deepening our ties with our neighbors, developing mutual aid networks to ensure care for the most vulnerable, and building peaceful resistance rapid response groups on a hyper local level. So this is what I want people to know: The worst of them is bringing out the best of us. The worst in them is bringing out the best in us. Now that you're done reading the interview, go check the blog and subscribe to the RSS feed . If you're looking for more content, go read one of the previous 132 interviews . People and Blogs is possible because kind people support it.

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Manuel Moreale 2 days ago

Just admit you’re playing the game

It’s fine. Many people do it, and you decided to do the same. That’s ok. But don’t attempt to use some wishy-washy argument to justify your actions. You either believe in something and you’re willing to power through, or you don’t, and you do what everybody else is doing. It’s fine to pick option B, but at least have the courage to admit it and don't use some bullshit argument to justify your actions. Thank you for keeping RSS alive. You're awesome. Email me :: Sign my guestbook :: Support for 1$/month :: See my generous supporters :: Subscribe to People and Blogs

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Evan Hahn 3 days ago

How I use generative AI on this blog

Inspired by others, I’m publishing how I use generative AI to write this little blog. Generative AI, like any technology, has tradeoffs. I think the cons far outweigh the pros. In other words, the world would be better off without generative AI. Despite this belief, I use it. I’m effectively forced at work, but I also use LLMs to help write this personal blog. I think they can produce better writing if used correctly. Also: I want to be critical of this technology. Specifically, I want to change the minds of “AI maxxers”, not preach to those who already hate it. If I never used this stuff, AI lovers wouldn’t listen to me. These people are more likely to respect criticism from a daily user who’s sympathetic to the benefits. I think there’s space for critique from a user of a technology they wish didn’t exist. I feel discomfort and tension about this, which I hope comes through. With that, let’s get to the specifics. My main rule of thumb: the final product must be word-for-word what I would’ve written without AI , given enough time. I use it in two main ways: I prefer local models that run on my phone and laptop. I’ll keep this post updated. Like a thesaurus. For example, I recently asked, “What’s another way to say that a book was overly positive, not critical of its subject matter?” I used one of its suggestions, “flattering”, in my final draft. Quick brainstorming for specifics. For example, I was listing types of software error in a recent post and asked it for more examples. I plucked one of its many answers—null pointer exceptions—and discarded the rest.

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The reverse difficulty of translation

Most often when we think about the difficulties associated with the translation of a language, we are thinking in one direction: you are learning a new language, and it is difficult to translate your own language and thoughts into this new one. This difficulty feels extremely real and visceral, and engages generally with many aspects of your overall cognitive experience: it’s difficult to remember words, grammar rules, it’s embarrassing to make mistakes, frustrating to not feel understood, etc.

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iDiallo 4 days ago

I'm Not Lying, I'm Hallucinating

Andrej Karpathy has a gift for coining terms that quickly go mainstream. When I heard "vibe coding," it just made sense. It perfectly captured the experience of programming without really engaging with the code. You just vibe until the application does what you want. Then there's "hallucination." He didn't exactly invent it. The term has existed since the 1970s. In one early instance, it was used to describe a text summarization program's failure to accurately summarize its source material. But Karpathy's revival of the term brought it back into the mainstream, and subtly shifted its meaning, from "prediction error" to something closer to a dream or a vision. Now, large language models don't throw errors. They hallucinate. When they invent facts or bend the truth, they're not lying. They're hallucinating. And with every new model that comes out and promises to stay clean off drugs, it still hallucinates. An LLM can do no wrong when all its failures are framed as neurological disorder. For my part, I hope there's a real effort to teach these models to simply say "I don't know." But in the meantime, I'll adopt the term for myself. If you ever suspect I'm lying, or catch me red-handed, just know that it's not my fault. I'm just hallucinating .

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What My 2025 Journal Taught Me

Last week I exported my entire Day One journal for 2025 (just the text file) and ran it through ChatGPT, mostly out of curiosity. None of the conclusions were surprising and I could have (and probably did) come to most of them myself. However, it was nice seeing them written out clearly. It was also nice being able to ask follow-up questions, dig a bit deeper into the patterns, and even read some of the insights out loud to my husband. But seeing it all laid out clearly made a few lessons impossible to ignore. When I looked at the entries where I sounded the most content, they all had the same ingredients. Just simple things: swimming in the sea sitting on the beach walking outside quiet mornings with coffee time with my children small family adventures or road trips Those entries have a noticeably calmer tone (according to ChatGPT). It’s a good reminder that the things that regulate me best are actually low-stimulus and simple . Just being outside and present. Another pattern that appeared again and again in my journal: frustration with complexity and that is small, everyday complexity: organising systems digital tools social expectations managing other people’s behaviour I often catch myself mid-entry realising I’m spending time optimising systems instead of actually living (which i discover over and over, in my journaling and on this blog) It’s funny because my brain loves building systems (just look at these entries). But my journal makes it clear they don’t actually make me happier. RELATED:   The Cost of Organizing Ideas – But I Keep Doing It Anyway One theme runs through almost the entire year: awareness of time passing. I write about: my son growing up noticing my daughter becoming her own person reflections on aging wanting to live more fully frustration about wasting time More than anything, 2025 feels like a year where I started asking myself (although probably not just 2025 and what am I going to do about it): Am I actually living the life I want, or just organising it? RELATED: The Art of Organizing (Things That Don’t Need to Be Organized) If there is one clear emotional anchor in my journal, it’s my relationship with my children. Many of the most meaningful entries revolve around them: teaching them how to swim in open water lunch dates with one or both of them watching them grow more independent their humour and imagination small family moments Even tiny everyday experiences become meaningful when I write about them. Reading the year back made me realise that parenthood isn’t just part of my life - it’s the emotional core of it. Another thing that stood out: my tone changes when I travel. Camping trips. Road trips. Travelling back to my home country Visiting other countries During those entries I sound more reflective, more observant, and more alive. Again, duh! My journal also shows a constant push and pull between two sides of myself. One side is the project manager (at home and at work) : organisation productivity digital structure The other side is the observer and writer : noticing small moments reflecting on life When the organisational side takes over too much, I start to feel off balance. My happiest entries happen when structure supports reflection, not when structure replaces it. One of the clearest patterns in the entire journal actually surprised me. The strongest predictor of whether my day felt good or bad wasn’t work, productivity, or even journaling. It was movement. Especially walking. On days where I walk, swim, or do yoga, the tone of the entry is noticeably calmer and clearer (again, according to ChatGPT) On days where I stay indoors on the computer (especially if I end up working from home), I’m far more likely to spiral into overthinking. Even better is when three things happen together: movement (walking/yoga) being outside low pressure (no digital tasks) When those align, everything seems to reset. Looking across all the entries, one theme keeps appearing. The life I seem to want most is actually very simple. It looks something like this: quiet mornings with coffee and reading daily movement outside meaningful work, but not obsessive productivity small adventures with the kids travel (and this includes locally) when possible writing as a natural outlet And I didn’t need ChatGPT to tell me this, though. I already know it, and yet I keep creating complexity (wanting to control) where my life clearly works better with simplicity (letting go of control). So  summed up, the lesson of 2025 is this: Not how to improve my systems. But how to protect the breathing room that makes life feel like living. I only have to make sure I do. The Journal Project I Can’t Quit The Art of Organizing (Things That Don’t Need to Be Organized) Do Fewer Things, Do Them Well The Cost of Organizing Ideas – But I Keep Doing It Anyway A Journey Through Journaling, Tracking and Memories with Day One Committing to the Thinking Life swimming in the sea sitting on the beach walking outside quiet mornings with coffee time with my children small family adventures or road trips organising systems digital tools social expectations managing other people’s behaviour my son growing up noticing my daughter becoming her own person reflections on aging wanting to live more fully frustration about wasting time teaching them how to swim in open water lunch dates with one or both of them watching them grow more independent their humour and imagination small family moments organisation productivity digital structure noticing small moments reflecting on life movement (walking/yoga) being outside low pressure (no digital tasks) quiet mornings with coffee and reading daily movement outside meaningful work, but not obsessive productivity small adventures with the kids travel (and this includes locally) when possible writing as a natural outlet

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Let yourself fall down more

Last week, I got a pair of inline skates. I haven't had skates since high school, about twenty years ago. The first day I put them on and skated, I didn't fall down. The second day I put them on, I fell down a lot, and I'm more proud of that. I made a lot faster progress that second day. We want to stay upright. At some point early on in life, we learn to avoid falling down. Maybe we skin our knee, or we get a bruise. Whatever the case, it hurts. Naturally, we want to avoid pain! But have you ever watched a child learn how to walk? It's not a smooth, linear process. The child usually first learns to crawl, and along the way probably bumps their head a bit—ouchies! Then they learn to stand up, and they'll fall on their bum a lot, sometimes bumping other parts when they do—also ouchies! And that continues when they start walking. Lots of little falls, little bumps, and big cries. After each one, the kid will eventually get back up and try again. And eventually, they're walking and running and jumping. When an adult learns a new skill like skating, though, it usually looks very different. They put on their skates and teeter around, careful to not fall down. They hug the wall of the roller rink to have something to hold onto. They take small, ginger steps with short glides and eventually get rolling. Given enough time, they do learn to skate. This instinct makes a lot of sense. As an adult, if we fall, it's more likely to hurt us. Recoveries take longer. Complications increase. So we protect ourselves by avoiding getting hurt. But the thing is? Falling doesn't have to be dangerous. You can fall a lot without getting hurt, if you learn to fall safely. With inline skating, you have protective gear (helmet, knee/elbow pads, wrist guards) which protect you, and you have techniques for falling which let you use this gear to its fullest potential. If you let yourself fall safely, you can learn skills a lot faster. Being afraid of falling means that you never commit . You don't put your full self into something, because you are always ready to bail if things go sideways. That tension prevents you from doing your best and it slows down your learning. I'm not just talking about physical skills here. This is true across all the things we do as adults. We can build up a lot of anxieties and fears that hold us back from doing our best at things. We're afraid to try something and fall flat on our face, so we hesitate and in that moment of hesitation—that's when we do end up failing. We fall down because we held ourselves back because we were afraid of falling! This has come up for me concretely a few other ways recently. In each of these, the stakes for failure were really, really low. But even if the stakes are high, worrying about falling will just make it more likely. I think this is one of those skills that some people develop that helps them get where they want to go. If you're willing to fall, you're willing to take chances. If you take a lot of chances, that adds up eventually and you'll have some big wins. Just do it safely, so that they don't add up to a lot of big losses, too. My teacher has me do exercises from Rhythmic Training by Robert Starer, and it has dramatically improved my musical abilities. It's an incredible resource. ↩ At my voice lessons, I used to be concerned I was going to hit the wrong note or be out of tune. I would think about it a lot, and those moments of doubt would lead me to be tense, or distracted, or just late and panicked. When I let go of that and decided to just commit to doing what I'll do, right or wrong, that's when my vocal technique improved by leaps overnight. At my saxophone lessons, I was also worried I'd do some of the rhythm exercises wrong [1] . I got them wrong before, so I tried to focus on doing it right. But when I started embracing just doing it and trusting myself, and let myself fail? Then, again, my technique improved immediately, because I could actually use my skill. When writing poetry, I used to worry that my poems would be bad, and I'd over-analyze them. I was afraid to write a bad poem, so I didn't write much at all, and what I did write I would never share. When I stopped worrying about that and let myself write bad poems? Suddenly I was writing good poems. And with inline skating, of course, I was holding myself back when trying to skate faster or do T-stops or spin stops. Once I decided to fall down (my daughter held me to this goal: "mom, you didn't fall yet! no, the one on purpose doesn't count!"), I fell a few times but made much faster work of improving. My teacher has me do exercises from Rhythmic Training by Robert Starer, and it has dramatically improved my musical abilities. It's an incredible resource. ↩

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Harper Reed 1 weeks ago

Note #726

Made a surprise visit to Colorado to hang with the parents. Thank you for using RSS. I appreciate you. Email me

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neilzone 1 weeks ago

My resolutions for International Women's Day

Each year, 8th March is International Women’s Day . (Yes, yes, since someone asks Every. Single. Time., there is also an International Men’s Day.) This year, IWD is on a Sunday. I saw an interesting toot in the fediverse from Eliza , asking men about their resolutions for IWD. I had a think about this. I work for myself, on my own, so things about “being more aware of things in an office environment” is less applicable to me. (“Explicit” as in “clear, intentional”, rather than “overly sexy”. Probably.) I’m married, and Sandra and I share things pretty equally. It really should go without saying, but nevertheless: I cook, clean, do food shopping, wash clothes, tidy up (I’m the tidy one!), and so on. Sometimes one of us does more of one thing than the other, depending on what is going on in our lives. Other things are split based on enjoyment from doing it, or just plain interest and skill. Sandra enjoys planning holidays, more than I do. I have no objection to sorting out the gardening, or doing “handyman” jobs around the house. Sandra is better at choosing presents for people; I’ll sort out the car servicing and maintenance. We communicate about this kind of thing quite a lot - we make a good team, IMHO, and that means genuinely working together and supporting each other - but one resolution for me, this IWD, is that I will take the opportunity to talk to Sandra explicitly about how we, as a couple, handle these things. We can replan accordingly. I’m on the fence about this one, as it could be merely performative, and I already boost a lot. But it is something that I can do, and raising awareness does have a value. So, perhaps… And perhaps especially toots about women’s equality / rights / contributions etc. Obviously, this would be based on “to the best of my knowledge” anyway. Not everyone wants to share what gender(s) they are, or are not, and that is absolutely their choice. Perhaps. I will give this some more thought. But I wanted to post this sooner rather than later, so I could also draw inspiration from what other men are planning on doing.

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Chris Coyier 1 weeks ago

FOREVERGREEN

In the first few minutes, Ruby says to me, “ This is like The Giving Tr ee “, and by the end, I was like, “ OK, you’re right .”

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A Room of My Own 1 weeks ago

Why I Stopped Writing Weekly Notes

I really enjoy reading weekly notes on other people’s blogs. There are several that I follow who do this regularly. I’ve always thought it would be such a cool thing to have - a space to explore my thoughts, things that happened, links I found interesting, or articles I read. So this year, on 01 Jan, I decided I would do it too. I kept it up for exactly six weeks. But after I wrote my latest post, Living Over Documenting , I realized something about my weekly notes. They take more time than I’d like. If they’re public, they need to be curated. They’re more moderated than if I were writing just for myself, or for whoever might read my diary/digital log years from now. Even when I try to keep them simple, it still takes at least 45 minutes to publish. And then it started feeling like a burden on Monday to keep up with it. Of course, I didn’t want to miss a week. I liked starting with “Week 1” and the date and then continuing. I didn’t want to break the sequence. But I was heavily editing what went on there. There were things I wanted to capture that just weren’t right for a public blog, or would have taken too long to explain if someone was reading and didn’t understand the context. In other words, it got too complicated. But I did like the idea of having a 52-week record of my year. As I wrote in my memory-keeping post , I still want some kind of artifact that documents the year. As I wrote in that post, I used to go pretty crazy with it - big photo books documenting every single detail of my (or more likely, my kids lives). That also used to take a lot of time (which I no longer want to spend). What I’d love instead is something that captures the main points of each year, it’s 52 weeks. Something I can later drop into ChatGPT or another AI and query. For example: give me all our trips this year, big or small. Or list the events. Then I can pull that into a family photo book with just a few selected photos. So I am continuing weekly notes, just in private. Writing privately means I can include names, dates, addresses, locations, whatever I want, without curating or editing so much. The concept of weekly notes is still a really good one. I admire people who share theirs publicly and make them personal. I enjoy reading them. It’s just not me. I Choose Living Over Documenting My Photo Management and Memory Keeping Workflow On the Compulsion to Record

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iDiallo 1 weeks ago

Why we feel an aversion towards LLM articles

Last year, I pushed myself to write and publish every other day for the whole year. I had accumulated a large number of subjects over the years, and I was ready to start blogging again. After writing a dozen or so articles, I couldn't keep up. What was I thinking? 180 articles in a year is too much. I barely wrote 4 articles in 2024. But there was this new emerging technology that people wouldn't stop talking about. What if I used it to help me achieve my goal? Have you ever heard of Mo Samuels? You probably haven't. But you must have heard of Seth Godin , right? Seth Godin is the author of several bestsellers. He is an icon in the world of marketing, and at one point he nudged me just enough to quit an old job. This is someone I deeply respected, and I bought his book All Marketers are Liars with great anticipation. I was several chapters in when he dropped this statement: I didn't write this book. What does he mean by that? His name is on the cover. These are the familiar words I often heard in his seminars. What is he trying to say? What I mean is that Seth Godin didn't write this book. It was written by a freelancer for hire named Mo Samuels. Godin hired me to write it based on a skimpy three-page outline. What? Mo Samuels? Who is Mo Samuels? If that name were on the cover, I wouldn't have bought the book in the first place. Does that bum you out? Does it change the way you feel about the ideas in this book? Does the fact that Seth paid me $10,000 and kept the rest of the advance money make the book less valuable? Well, yeah. It doesn't change the ideas in the book. But it is deceptive. I bought it specifically to read his words. Not someone else's. Why should it matter who wrote a book? The words don't change, after all. Yet I'm betting that you care a lot that someone named Mo wrote this book instead of the guy on the dust jacket. In fact, you're probably pretty angry. Well, if you've made it this far, you realize that there is no Mo Samuels, and in fact, I was pulling your leg. I (Seth Godin) wrote every word of this book. Imagine he hadn't added that last line. I never return a book after purchase, but this would have been a first. We don't just buy random books, a name carries value. I bought this book specifically because I wanted insight from this author. Anything less would have been a betrayal. Well, that's how people feel when they read an LLM-generated article. I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't used LLMs to write articles on this very blog. The first time, I wrote a draft that had all the elements I wanted to present. The problem was the structure didn't entirely make sense. The story arc didn't really pay off, and the pacing was off. DeepSeek was just making the rounds, releasing open weights and open source code. I decided to use it to help me structure the article. The result was impressive. Not only had it fixed the pacing, it restructured the article in a way that made much more sense. Where I had dense blocks of information, DeepSeek turned them into convenient bullet points that were much easier to read. I was satisfied with the result and immediately published it. What I failed to notice, or maybe was too mesmerized to notice, was that the sentence structure had also been rewritten. I didn't use LLMs every time I wrote, but throughout the year I had at least a dozen AI-enhanced articles. When publishing, they sounded just fine. The problem started when I wanted to reference one of those articles in a new post. Reading through the AI-enhanced post felt strange. A paragraph I vaguely remembered and wanted to quote didn't sound like what I remembered. The articles were bloated with words I would never use. They had quips that seemed clever at the time but didn't sound like me at all. I ended up rewriting sections of those posts before quoting them. The second problem appeared whenever I landed on someone else's blog. I noticed the same patterns. The same voice. The same quips. "It's not just X, but Y." "Here's the part I find disturbing." "The irony is not lost on me." "It is a stark reminder." These and many more writing tropes were uniformly distributed across my LLM-assisted articles and countless others across the web. It felt like Mo Samuels was a guest writer on all of our blogs. And here's the kicker: (another famous thrope) I'm not singling out DeepSeek here. ChatGPT, Claude, Gemini, they all seem to have taken the same "Writing with Mo Samuels" Master class. It feels like this voice, no matter what personality you try to prompt it with, is the average of all the English language on the web. I wouldn't say readers of this blog are here for my distinct voice or writing style. I'm not famous or anything. But I know they can spot Mo from a mile away. My goal is not to trick readers. I want the stories and work experiences I share here to come from me, and I want to give readers that same assurance. So here is what I did. Since my goals are more modest this year, I've rewritten several of those lazy articles. I spend more time writing, and I try to hold onto this idea that's gaining traction among bloggers: "If you didn't bother writing, why should anyone bother reading?" I want to share my thoughts, even if no one reads them. When I come back to rediscover my own writing, I want to recognize my own voice in it. But if you do read this blog, if it sucks, if you disagree, if you have an opinion to share, you should know that I wrote it. Not Mo Samuels.

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ava's blog 1 weeks ago

small thoughts part 8

In ‘ small thoughts ’ posts, I’m posting a collection of short thoughts and opinions that don’t warrant their own post. :) It's been a while! I’m looking back and am so grateful for everything I got myself through. The times I was alone, sick, in pain but still went to appointments, walked the dog, got groceries and picked up meds. The way I still always kept my home clean or resolved a pile of dishes after a few days. The way I would plan self care for myself; baths, making myself good meals, booking massages, scheduling walks in the forests, making playlists for these walks. Making time to stretch, to meditate, to do a little ritual for myself, or the evenings I spent hours helping strangers online while sipping on my tea, feeling cozy, safe, content, in my own world. I remember all the times I set out to watch something either on my TV or PC and prepared a thermos so I’d have lots of tea and not have to get up, and arranged cookies and nuts and some bread or fruits on a board for me. All the creams on my face and body, my hair. I’m so glad I did that. Now my wife does a lot of these for me. I think one day we will look back on this and realized we lived the dream. Just buying whatever we want at the grocery store, buying a lot for our shared niche hobbies, my wife being home all the time due to being unemployed, me being home most of the week, home office after all work’s done spent taking baths and gaming and grocery shopping and painting and watching things together, cleaning together, getting nails done… I used to think peoplewatching is for judging them, because that’s what my mum always did. But you can just watch them neutrally, or even compliment them in your head. People get less scary to me after spending time peoplewatching. It’s like in everyday life, they’re like cars I dodge on my way to something, and bad experiences stick out for longer. But when I am just a body observing somewhere in a corner, everyone is so human to me. So many people look interesting to talk to. I see little details on them that tell a story. Maybe I should make it a habit to sit in this café weekly, observing, sitting there with my notebook, and trying to talk to people who look inviting and like they wouldn’t mind. It would be a good practice for my hesitancy to talk to others, too. Too bad I usually have a job to do around this time. I guess I could try working from here, but it’s less nice. I always recover from a sort of work-induced misanthropy during time off, and when I have to work with people again or commute, it all comes back. Do I idealize people once they’re strangers from a distance, and just notice how rotten people are once I get close and am affected by their actions? I hate how my job burns me out on people and it’s not even customer-facing; it’s other employees causing me to feel that way. I wonder what the truth is; if my job is a bad influence on my view on people, or if it’s easy to love them from afar. Maybe both. The truth might be in the middle. I could work a job that makes me love people more, and I can acknowledge that it’s easy to think a stranger seems nice when you don’t actually know them. I regret leaving my notebook at home. I’d prefer to write this in there and not type it in my phone. Thinking about how it has never been easier to socialize, technically . Yes, third spaces disappear, yes less being outside; but all the messaging, video calling, social media, feeds, aggregators etc. lets you meet hundreds of people so quickly. Your selection to choose from is so much bigger than just locally. There’s more opportunities for travel for the average person compared to just 100 years ago, too. Lots like that, and still we complain about disconnection. I see it and I think, maybe it’s not necessarily that we live in disconnected times in general; it’s that you replaced connection with consumption of podcasts, and you frequently leave or never even join messaging servers and group chats, and you delete you accounts and purge your friend lists every couple months. You put off responding to messages and emails, and you lurk in most spaces you have accounts in, and you lock your profile and hide yourself from feeds. So? How are you supposed to capitalize on the social aspect of it all? It would be impossible to create a tool to help you. Change has to come from you. You have to open yourself up to receive love. Reply via email Published 02 Mar, 2026

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Xe Iaso 1 weeks ago

The Unbound Scepter

Nobody warns you about the dreams. Not properly. Yesterday I killed my inner Necron — wrote the whole thing by voice from my hospital bed, felt the deepest peace of my life, went to sleep on whatever cocktail of post-op medications they had me on. Seroquel and Xanax, among other things. Doctors mention "vivid dreams" as a Seroquel side effect like it's nothing. Vivid. That word is doing an extraordinary amount of heavy lifting for what actually happened to me last night. Content warning: this post documents a medication-induced nightmare and gets into some heavy territory around belief systems, vulnerability, and psychological symbolism. These are prescribed medications, not recreational substances. If you're not in the headspace for this right now, it'll be here when you are. Last night I had a dream that was structured enough to have a narrator, a symbolic child heir, and a thesis statement delivered directly to my face before I woke up. I'm not exaggerating. I'm treating this as a trip report because honestly that's what it was. The details are already going fuzzy but the core of it burned in hard enough that I'm typing this up before it fades. Here's what I remember. The dream opened in a mall. Fluorescent lights, tile floors that went on forever, the works. There was an Old Navy ahead of me. But the world had gone full Purge — total lawlessness, everything collapsed — and the Old Navy staff had barricaded themselves inside and were defending it. Like, actively. With the energy of a last stand. My brain decided that in the post-apocalypse, the hill worth dying on was affordable basics. I was naked. Completely exposed, standing in the middle of all this, and I needed to get into that store. Not like "oh I should get dressed" — the desperation was animal-level. Find clothes. Cover yourself. The staff wouldn't let me in. Every step felt like wading through mud. You know that dream thing where your legs just won't work? Thirty feet to Old Navy and I could not close the distance. It was right there . At the center of everything stood a child. A boy, maybe eight or nine, but carrying himself like royalty. In the dream's logic he was the heir to Old Navy — I know how that sounds, but the dream was completely serious about it. He was the successor to this throne. Around his head he had this triangular scepter that worked as both crown and weapon. He kept showing up ahead of me, always blocking the way forward. The scepter was sealed. The triangle was closed — every vertex connected, no way in, no way out. And I just knew what that meant, the way you know things in dreams without anyone telling you: his belief system was a closed loop. Totally self-referencing. Nothing could get in and nothing could escape, and he had no idea, because from inside a sealed triangle there's no such thing as "outside." This maps to what epistemologists call a closed epistemic loop — a belief structure where all evidence gets interpreted through the existing framework, making disconfirmation structurally impossible. Conspiracy theories work this way. So do certain theological traditions. So do some software architectures, honestly. Standing near the child was a black mage. And I mean the Final Fantasy kind — tall, robed, face hidden in shadow. I'd literally been writing about Final Fantasy yesterday so I guess my brain had the assets loaded. But he wasn't threatening. He was... explaining things? Like a tour guide for whatever my subconscious was trying to show me. Very patient. Very calm. Spoke directly to me about what I was seeing. His subject was how belief systems work. He called them principalities of the mind — self-contained little kingdoms where every belief props up every other belief. Contradictions bounce off. The whole thing holds together through pure internal consistency, even when there's nothing underneath it. You can't see the foundation from inside. The child heir was his example — look, here's what a sealed principality looks like when you give it a body and a crown. Movement never got easier. I kept pushing through the mud, the child kept showing up with that sealed scepter catching the light, and the mage just... kept talking. Honestly it was like being in the world's most surreal college lecture. I couldn't take notes. I was naked and covered in dream-molasses. And then everything started dissolving. The mall went first, then the Old Navy fortress, then the chaos outside — all of it pulling apart. But the mage stayed. He looked right at me. Not past me, not through me — at me. And he said: "Your scepter is unbound — do with this what you will." I woke up and lay there for a long time. The contrast hit me while I was staring at the hospital ceiling. The child's scepter was sealed — a closed system that couldn't take in anything new. Perfect, complete, and totally stuck . Mine was unbound. Whatever that meant. I honestly don't know if this is my unconscious mind processing the surgery, the medication doing something weird to my REM cycles, or just the kind of thing that happens when you stare down your own mortality and then your brain has opinions about it. What I do know is that the symbolism was so on-the-nose it felt like getting a lecture from my own subconscious. In chaos magick — which, yes, is a real thing I've read about, I'm not just making this up — there's this concept that beliefs are tools. You pick one up, use it, put it down when it stops being useful. It's not who you are. It's "a person's preferred structure of reality," emphasis on preferred . You can swap it out. Principalities of the mind are what happens when you forget your beliefs are a tool and start treating them like physics. The triangle seals shut. The scepter becomes a prison you can't see from inside. And the part the black mage was so patient about — the really messed up part — is that from inside a sealed principality, everything seems fine. Your beliefs are consistent, reality makes sense, and you have no idea you're trapped because the cage is made of your own assumptions. An unbound scepter is the opposite of comfortable. Your worldview has gaps in it, entry points where new information can come in and rearrange everything. That's scary. But it also means you can actually change, which is more than the heir could say. Wait, so the good outcome here is having a belief system with holes in it? I mean... kind of? A sealed scepter means you never have to doubt anything but you also never grow. An unbound one is overwhelming but at least you can move . The heir was frozen. Perfect and still and going absolutely nowhere forever. Maybe that's why I couldn't move in the dream. Wading through mud, barely able to take a step — but I was taking steps. The heir just stood there. He didn't struggle because he had nowhere to go. His triangle was already complete. "Do with this what you will." That's what the mage said. Not telling me what to do with it. Just... handing me the choice. An unbound scepter doesn't come with instructions. I think the dream was telling me something I already knew. Or maybe reminding me that knowing it once isn't enough — you have to keep choosing to stay open. The triangle is always trying to close. Your scepter is unbound. Do with this what you will. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a hospital discharge to survive and a husband to hug.

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Justin Duke 2 weeks ago

February, 2026

Last month's Wednesday update, I recorded from a train headed to Middelburg. This month I write closer to home temporally and otherwise. I am en route to the office on a very early Friday morning. We are still eight days from being able to return home with a new set of floors and an absent population of termites awaiting us. Eight days is not so far away. In fact, I have to remind myself a few times every day to make sure the message sticks. I mentioned that I'm going in early. It is currently six in the morning. We're staying with my parents out in the West End, and the office has a distance to it now that robs itself of much of its novelty. Half of the value I placed in it was its Goldilocks nature of being just far away from home to feel like a true second place without actually imposing any tax on the distance traveled. Obviously, it is privileged of me to say that a 30-minute commute is odorous. But the reason why I'm going early is to avoid some of the traffic. For the past few weeks, I've been moving up my schedule a couple hours to spend afternoons with Lucy. It's easy to forget too how lucky I am to be able to do this. This serves as a good metonymy for February writ large. Reminders of luck and flexibility in having parents happy to host us for weeks on end. And in having uncles excited to spend languorous long weekends with their niece. Lucky for a child who wants for nothing and ends every day with a smile on her face. Lucky for a wife who can move mountains and carry rivers. Lucky for time at all to write, to think, and to hit send before going on with my day.

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Xe Iaso 2 weeks ago

Killing my inner Necron

Hey everybody, I wanted to make this post to be the announcement that I did in fact survive my surgery I am leaving the hospital today and I want to just write up what I've had on my mind over these last couple months and why have not been as active and open source I wanted to. This is being dictated to my iPhone using voice control. I have not edited this. I am in the hospital bed right now, I have no ability to doubted this. As a result of all typos are intact and are intended as part of the reading experience. That week leading up to surgery was probably one of the scariest weeks of my life. Statistically I know that with the procedure that I was going to go through that there's a very low all-time mortality rate. I also know that with propofol the anesthesia that was being used, there is also a very all-time low mortality rate. However one person is all it takes to be that one lucky one in 1 million. No, I mean unlucky. Leading up to surgery I was afraid that I was going to die during the surgery so I prepared everything possible such that if I did die there would be as a little bad happening as possible. I made peace with my God. I wrote a will. I did everything it is that one was expected to do when there is a potential chance that your life could be ended including filing an extension for my taxes. Anyway, the point of this post is that I want to explain why I named the lastest release of Anubis Necron. Final Fantasy is a series of role-playing games originally based on one development teams game of advanced Dungeons & Dragons of the 80s. In the Final Fantasy series there are a number of legendary summons that get repeated throughout different incarnations of the games. These summons usually represent concepts or spiritual forces or forces of nature. The one that was coming to mind when I was in that pre-operative state was Necron. Necron is summoned through the fear of death. Specifically, the fear of the death of entire kingdom. All the subjects absolutely mortified that they are going to die and nothing that they can do is going to change that. Content warning: spoilers for Final Fantasy 14 expansion Dawntrail. In Final Fantasy 14 these legendary summons are named primals. These primals become the main story driver of several expansions. I'd be willing to argue that the first expansion a realm reborn is actually just the story of Ifrit (Fire), Garuda (Wind), Titan (Earth), and Lahabrea (Edgelord). Late into Dawn Trail, Nekron gets introduced. The nation state of Alexandria has fused into the main overworld. In Alexandria citizens know not death. When they die, their memories are uploaded into the cloud so that they can live forever in living memory. As a result, nobody alive really knows what death is or how to process it because it's just not a threat to them. Worst case if their body actually dies they can just have a new soul injected into it and revive on the spot. Part of your job as the player is to break this system of eternal life, as powering it requires the lives of countless other creatures. So by the end of the expansion, an entire kingdom of people that did not know the concept of death suddenly have it thrust into them. They cannot just go get more souls in order to compensate for accidental injuries in the field. They cannot just get uploaded when they die. The kingdom that lost the fear of death suddenly had the fear of death thrust back at them. And thus, Necron was summoned by the Big Bad™️ using that fear of death. I really didn't understand that part of the story until the week leading up to my surgery. The week where I was contacting people to let people know what was going on, how to know if I was OK, and what they should do if I'm not. In that week I ended up killing my fear of death. I don't remember much from the day of the operation, but what I do remember is this: when I was wheeled into the operating theater before they placed the mask over my head to put me to sleep they asked me one single question. "Do you want to continue?" In that moment everything swirled into my head again. all of the fear of death. All of the worries that my husband would be alone. That fear that I would be that unlucky 1 in 1 million person. And with all of that in my head, with my heart beating out of my chest, I said yes. The mask went down. And everything went dark. I got what felt like the best sleep in my life. And then I felt myself, aware again. In that awareness I felt absolutely nothing. Total oblivion. I was worried that that was it. I was gone. And then I heard the heart rate monitor and the blood pressure cuff squeezed around my arm. And in that moment I knew I was alive. I had slain my inner Necron and I felt the deepest peace in my life. And now I am in recovery. I am safe. I am going to make it. Do not worry about me. I will make it. Thank you for reading this, I hope it helped somehow. If anything it helped me to write this all out. I'm going to be using claude code to publish this on my blog, please forgive me like I said I am literally dictating this from an iPhone in the hospital room that I've been in for the last seven days. Let the people close to you know that you love them.

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Heather Burns 2 weeks ago

I, Sisyphus

I spoke with New Scientist about a handful of clauses in the Children’s Wellbeing and Schools Bill, which is currently reaching the finish line of the Parliamentary process.

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Manuel Moreale 2 weeks ago

Interviews, interviews, interviews

For some weird combination of factors, I ended up answering questions to three different people for three entirely unrelated projects, and all three interviews went live around the same time. I answered a few questions for the Over/Under series run by Hyle . Love the concept, this was a lot of fun. I also answered a few questions from Kai since he’s running a great series where he asks previous IndieWeb Carnival hosts to share some thoughts about the theme they chose. And lastly, Kristoffer asked me to talk a bit more about my most recent project/newsletter, Dealgorithmed , for his Naive Weekly , another newsletter you definitely want to check out because it’s fantastic. Click those links and check these projects; they’re all wonderful. And especially go check all the other interviews, so many wonderful people are listed on all three sites. Thank you for keeping RSS alive. You're awesome. Email me :: Sign my guestbook :: Support for 1$/month :: See my generous supporters :: Subscribe to People and Blogs

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Manuel Moreale 3 weeks ago

Updated thoughts on People and Blogs

This is a follow-up on my previous post . After talking to a few friends and getting feedback from the kind people who decided to email me and share their thoughts, I decided that I will stop once interview number 150 is out, on July 10th. 150 is a neat number because it means I can match each interview to a first gen Pokemon. I am a 90s kid after all. That said, my stopping on the 10th of July doesn’t mean the series also has to stop. If anyone out there is interested in picking it up and carrying it forward, I’ll be more than happy to give the series away. If that's you, send me an email. I’m also happy to part ways with the domain name if it can be of any help. Whether someone picks up the torch or not, the first 150 interviews will be archived here on my blog for as long as I have a presence on the web. 20 interviews left, 6 drafts are ready to go, a few more people have the questions, and I’m waiting to get their answers (that may or may not arrive before July 10th). It’s going to be fun to see who ends up being the final guest. Thank you for keeping RSS alive. You're awesome. Email me :: Sign my guestbook :: Support for 1$/month :: See my generous supporters :: Subscribe to People and Blogs

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