open dyslexia font?

nice touch.

Intentional trolling by abusing cunningham’s law?

magnets and copper wire?

and a slip ring.

and maybe a sand battery?

or maybe a corkscrew to lift water, as a secondary store of power potential, that could then be toggled on to flow in low wind to keep a turbine going.

Alas, that does not happen. There’s always more workahol. Not always more energy. Burn out is no fun.

It seems bad, in the initial ineptitude of atrophied epistemological ability, and the clashes of world views of those who’d succumbed to naive realism.

Maybe we could have done with at least Walter Cronkite going on a rant about atrazine and other hormone disruptors, and the insane greedy sociopathy of the economic system that would incentivise deploying such, and not allow them not to deploy it, because that would be in breach of the bought statutory regulations “to protect the shareholders” that do not allow a corporation to not take any action that would maximise profits for shareholders. … Sure [/s]. That rule was put there to protect the shareholders. Why then is it having the effect of not just letting rotters get away with poisoning us for profit, but mandating that they have to!?

As was introduced to me, breaches of Duty of Care Law fall under 3 categories. Incompetence (not criminal, but you should lose your job), negligence (can be criminal), and intent (always criminal). So you can see why politicians try so hard to appear incompetent. Lets them get away with murder.

I’ve heard rotters genuinely espouse, like it’s a good idea, “because homosexuals have more expendable income”. :O

Or maybe it’d be better if we all learned to stop depending on some guy to tell us what’s going on (or to use as an icon of wrongthink), whether it’s Alex Jones, or Walter Cronkite, or whoever else, and we go look into things for ourselves, and stop atrophying our ability to be curious and look into things ourselves, and to do our own thinking.

It seems bad, in the initial ineptitude of atrophied epistemological ability, and the clashes of world views of those who’d succumbed to naive realism…, and it is, but it’s not so dire a prognosis ongoing. For a start, more and more of us are seeing more of the problem space, looking upstream to where it flows from, not just reacting, not just clamouring for a solution that they know not was already primed, nor sticking their heads back in the sand and parroting the party line, mocking any outside the groupthink’s in-group, to terrorise everybody straight, into the totalitarianised psyche that terrorises and totalitarianises everybody else all around, driving deeper into worsening atrocities seen ever more as necessary virtues. … Every utterance of better sense, dispels the madness, no matter how poorly taken in the moment[1], sows seeds of destroying the totalitarianism, or at the very least preventing it from growing malignant.

[1: oh how many times uttering nuance has one cast as part of the polar opposame groupthink. lol. “he said atrazine! he’s one of them! get him!” lol. ever worth checking if some totalitarian tartar got on my tunic. lol. none are perfectly immune. those who think they are, are the most deluded under the hypnotic psychotic spell. “Listen to those who seek the truth. Run from those who claim to have found it.” … or go up to them and either explain what they’re missing, or better yet, socratically query the truth they claim to have found, and let them find their own ignorance by it. I’ve still to get any worthy skill at that.]

I do oft wonder about the Dzhanibekov effect, and what the inertial effects (direction/strength/duration/curves/etc) would be like at each location on the spinning object, and if Earth’s Large Low-Velocity Provinces (LLVPs) or Large Low Shear Velocity Provinces are sufficient tributary oscillation to trigger a flip as some interpretations of the evidence suggest has happened to earth before (most recent suggestion I heard, this may have happened 700,000 years ago, iirc ~ or was it 700 million… I forget), … and in that moment, would there be locations that experience an effective loss of local gravity for seconds?

If such is going to happen (or just a magnetic flip, or a corona mass ejection, or a X100 flare, or a meteor bombardment, a rogue planet flyby perturbing orbits, or whatever other calamitous disruption to the pleasant habitability of Earth), to be safe, I think I’d rather have a spaceship to fly away instantly in, than stay home. (I guess humans should not have been industrially sabotaging and suppressing that arc of human made technological innovation for a century or two.)

Ask not how worthy an idol Linux is, but what you can do to give back to free software.

In a universe of enshitification, Linux is one of the few things that consistently gets better.

Try telling that to someone who had a spinning cube desktop on their 386 or 486.

The process of drawing the version(s) I’ve drawn, deeply fulfilling, improved my abilities.

The process of wrestling an LLM to draw it for me, a Sisyphusian torment, atrophied my abilities.

since that was 10 hours ago, i presume you’ve already searched to discern tui means terminal user interface, … if that’s what your query was about.

mcedit came before your “MCEdit”.

same as bedrock linux came before bedrock version of minecraft for linux.

minecraft ((at least) twice) further confounded searches for the already obscure foss tools.

mc = midnight commander.

mcedit = midnight commander’s inbuilt text editor.

Yup.

It’s getting sickening isn’t it.

Which is a good thing.

We shall indeed return to,

(as was put in that star trek movie, something like)

“We believe when you get a machine to do the work of a man you’ve taken something away from the man”

all the faster, having seen where that goes.

… Or we could build skynet and the matrix, 1984 and brave new world, a new, falling into unconscious farmed meatsacks, utterly atrophied of any ability, rendered completely dependent on your abuser. That’s an option too.

How much poison, how fast? Enough to grow insensitive? Enough to get past how sickening it is? Well, many may keep believing it’s all good productivity at their fingertips, at their lips even, upon mere utterances, wishes catered for. Oh, except that bit that was wrong. Oh, and then needing to mend the rest of it too, because none of it was right really. Oh, and then there’s so much more that can be done. Oh, but then none of it is ever done quite correctly too. Oh lets just accept the slop, getting too exhausted by all the extra work. … How soon before we’re all out of the delusions, realising it’s not even fulfilling its marketing’s selling-point claims of helping our productivity.

I got an LLM to help me expedite an idea I had for a text editor written in fish with standard utils, and that was great, really exciting to see it come together, and what a great learning expedition too, as I was reading more lines of [bad] code per day than I had in the entire prior 10 years of using fish. I managed to wrestle the LLM to get it right enough, and incremented my way through it. Though, several times, I burned through over 30 back-and-forth with the LLM, just to get it to do simple things correctly. … Long story short, I burned out, fast, deep, and hard, in a month (and stupidly pushed on for a month yet trying get one more feature completed… which it was even more stubborn on). … How fast could I have accomplished similar, by just learning how to do it myself first, without the extra steps of seeing hundreds of ways not to do it? And how fast would it have felt? (answer: almost no time at all, engaged in the moment). Instead of a very long hard slog. And with all that wax-on, wax-off, I’d have it in muscle memory better too. And, it’s fair progress when you already know how, and can indeed just expedite a tedious portion, and check it’s done right, from your explaining how to do it right. It’s much worse when trying to learn from a teacher who is constantly hallucinating and leading you astray.

And that’s for code… that’s one thing… where utility and correctness are typically easily in a greater ratio to creativity. But pure art…

I tried it once there too.

There’s an image, an idea I’ve had, since around 1999, and have drawn several times in several forms… a sort of meek, mad, maker themed, where there’s a body of a sheep (the meek), a tail of a wasp (the mad), and the wings of a butterfly (the maker)… for a sort of wise humility and gentleness, but with a powerful proactive protective aggressive potential, and a beautiful subtle creative proliferative bounty… idk, words, don’t really do it justice… I’ll just show you… so… Here’s a crappy version I doodled in gimp:

and then, after trying (I think over) 30(?) “AI” image generator tools, several of which, trying again for another 30 times, and failing to get any of them to do the artwork anywhere near right, eventually getting to the point where I was feeding them that version of the image and they were still failing to get it right, so at least another 30 itterations yet, and it eventually, with a lot of bickering and rewording of prompts from me, produced:

… which I still had to lop off the 5th leg from.

And, for all that effort… [remember, faffing through hundreds of completely wrong]

Where’s the expressive nuance?

There’s none.

It’s dead.

It’s so dead. Flat. Empty.

And it’s killing us.

So yeah… [excuse the expressive language, but, vital to express:]

“PLAY FROM YOUR FUCKING HEART!”

and to paraphrase

“YOU’RE FUCKING RIGHT! NOT THOSE FUCKERS ON TV RUNNING AI, TELLING YOU WHAT TO THINK! YOU’RE FUCKING RIGHT!”

Thanks Bill Hicks.

We’ll never find quality parity, and if it ever does, then the nightmare dystopia will have manifest itself fully, far beyond the alarm bell of the atrophying skill and beginning of the acceleration of degeneracy to total collapse, for so long as we chase the money and the reductive and the productive and believe the fairy tale lies of marketers trying to take every last thing from us.

How much already, known and unknown, is our expression curtailed by:

Computer says no.

Time to relax into persistently thrusting ourselves into our own work of art.

(Interestingly, some significant overlap in this as from what I saw this morning: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaXNGyqgoMM (crap title, touches on far broader themes). Especially the clip from the writer, starting at 30:52 … Beautiful insight, bolsters the point of the OP).

… Anyway… Let me leave this comment on that friendly rousing note…

PLAY FROM YOUR FUCKING HEART!!!

:)

I often revisit the notion of making a linux distro with scant more than just mc (& mcedit).

Does kate have a tui mode?

… I may have to revisit it again, if it’s viable to use when simply ssh’d into another computer.

Hah. The text editor I wrote has that covered.

… ignore the bugs.

there’s an emacs mode for that

First time I tried to buy weed, I was sold mixed herbs, by the french exchange student. Cheeky git. I’m still pleased with my effort, as a 13 year old. First opportunity, taken. Pity it was bunk. Good lesson, learned early.

The groceries that come out of the plastic shopping bag?

They’re the family of the plastic shopping bag?

So when we’re in the shop, filling the bag, are we impregnating the bag, and the pregnancy lasts for the duration of the journey home, and a typical healthy birth involves removing the groceries from the bag, and putting them in the cupboard and fridge and freezer and fruit-bowl etc.

Then sometimes there’s a more difficult pregnancy and labour… like whatever’s going on there… up tree branches!? And still there are a family of groceries in there?

… I think I should stop over-thinking this.

It is an eccentric view, to entertain the invertedness of the mushroom, compared to e.g. mammals. The brain, and the digestive system is inside out! So it’s like we are all inside the mushroom’s digestive system. And inside it’s brain.

So instead of being left alone to survive a while, I’ll have cluster B personality types seeking to use me up as fast as possible?

I think I’d rather be treated like a bag of cheap weed, thnx.