Omens

I think about, because while I don't subscribe to a supernatural vision of the world, I acknowledge the effect of the world on my narrative. Which is...I don't know, extranatural or transnatural, something like that. I can ascribe significance to events that they don't...

OK, never mind. This will be more appropriate for here.

BUT...the point is that I've experienced countless moments lately, where/when I've dropped something, and then promptly caught it on the way down. Lots of them, more than two dozen in the last few weeks. It's a fucking trope at this point. And it's saying something, right? To me, from me. Saying something.

Oily

Every Wednesday I emerge into the hollow darkness of my living room. All the lights are off, have to make my way by touch and memory. My roommate sleeps in the living room-all I can hear are his soft snores, maybe the rustle of my heavy-footed cats.

I'm headed for here, for my metacortex, my window. I can see it dimly in the corner, all our tools' lights flicker like a constellation. And then my monitor goes white, like a sun, just for me.

Problems

I want a good universal metric of risk.

I want open-source objects.

I want gene hacking.

I want open-source laws.

I want hypertransparent government. And markets, now that we're talking about it.

I want meat in a vat.

I want geoengineering.

I want metamaterials.

I want guns that shoot from the sea into space.

I want AR.

...

And I'll get it, all of it. You guys can have some too.

Tu Madre

First of a cruel month, no crueler tho. It's been thick, rich. Deep and dark, and warm. Blood warm.

Lots of interlocution, lots of interlocutors. Too much charm, too little pretty. And time, never enough time.

Which do we like better, clade-infovore, datavore, infotarian? If I consume a lot of data, how can I identify myself, what word can I use?