Category: thinking

  • picayune pondering

    I wonder sometimes if our current society expects us to over-explain and preemptively apologize for everything. Between trigger warnings and 500-word essays about our artistic intent before sharing a haiku…

    “May contain fiction” or “Warning: Poetry Ahead” seems like adequate warnings for both concerns. Not everything you come across can or should be cozy comfort.

    But I also come from an era where artistic expression was expected to regularly present challenging moments that forced you to think or to process your discomfiture. Or, failing that, avoidance of the art was entirely acceptable.

    Oh, what do I know?

  • (More than a few) Half-Penny Thoughts — 23sept26

    When I was but a wee lad (okay, closer to legal adulthood than lad), I went to a high school that happened to be “in the hood”. Literally, and in both senses.

    Minneapolis North was my assigned high school by virtue of proximity (slightly closer than the other option, Minneapolis Patrick Henry) and, because of the post-60s civil rights movements of the time, I was going to get bused in even if I lived a couple blocks further north and would have normally be assigned to Henry by virtue of the color of my skin and the word “desegregation”.

    Not that I minded. Unlike a number of my Caucasian peers at the time, I was raised to largely be colorblind and it made no difference to me who I schooled with when it came to the color of their skin. It always seemed like an absurd fetish to me to worry about such things.

    Click this paragraph to skip my brief history lesson

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  • sacrifices

    I was wondering today about taking time to acknowledge what is given to us is a lost art. It can be as simple as spending a moment thanking whatever gave your to dinner — some god, the plant or animal, the spirits, or simply acknowledging that something was sacrificed to feed you. Even walking out to the tree that shades your evenings in the summer and thanking it once in a while — have we lost that sense?

    I went to pick up a package that was delivered this late morning. I didn’t ask that it be delivered separate from the other items that made up my minimum order, but it was delivered all by itself. Heinz Malt Vinegar, mostly because that doesn’t appear to show up in grocery stores and I’ve been craving fish and chips with Heinz Malt Vinegar, in case you were wondering, which I suspect you were not.

    There have already been two other deliveries this morning from the big “A”, one completely unrelated to this order and all picked up by the kids.

    No one noticed, but there was a dead bird at the bottom of the stairs.

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  • Zines from the 80s

    I was just doing some digging around into the past and stumbled across an item that was a fixture of my youth but I had completely forgotten about.

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  • Albert Camus quote

    Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the prospect of the interminable work to keep after, sickened also by the madness of the world that leaps at you from the newspaper, finally convinced that I will not be equal to it and that I will disappoint everyone — all I want to do is sit down and wait for evening. This is what I feel like, and sometimes I yield to it.

    — Albert Camus, “Letter to P.B.” in Lyrical and Critical Essays (1970)

  • Converting blog to .md (.txt)

    Vibe coding is the best part of AI, really.

    There are times that I just want a simple script. Something useful to do something absolutely stupid-simple except that I don’t have the coding skills or the knowledge on which commands will get me what I want.

    Some of the WordPress plugins I did for my gothic western were a bit more complex, but in no way would justify paying someone $10 annually for a subscription to “not quite do what I wanted it to do, but it was good enough for my needs” kind of thing. AI wrote those plugins in minutes flat for nothing.

    I have no intention of taking work away from real coders, but having something to covert my old blog .xml files from sceadugenga.com (2019-2025) into a readable (or even printable) is not stealing money from anyone. It’s something that some simple coding can do, and more efficiently than both free and paid options out there offer.

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  • Half-Penny Thoughts — 04sept26

    What’s with this trend I am seeing of writers who publish Kindle-first books of giving superfluous subtitles to their work?

    Or has it always been around at this frequency and I am only now noticing it? I am well aware that the idea of using a superfluous subtitle in of itself is not a new thing, but when this month’s offerings of “free” Kindle books for Prime customers are littered with subtitles that make no sense to add, I have some head scratching going on inside my skull.

    “Title: A Novel“

    “Title: A Thriller“

    “Title: A Historical Romance“

    “Title: A Horror Story“

    In every case, the subtitle doesn’t add to the title, but arguably subtracts from it. The subtitle describes the book’s genre/subgenre, it doesn’t create an narrative atmosphere in any way.

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  • Disruptence and Discord.ance

    My break from posting new content notwithstanding while I do a personal reset, I am not planning at sitting idle, tapping at tabletops with forefinger and repeating “What to do? What to do?” while trying to find a Zen moment streaming Yanni.

    As appealing as it might be to listen to Yawni all day, I am honestly trying to disrupt my personal thinking and writing processes.

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  • Half-Penny Thoughts — 21aug26

    Whether in relation to my own writing or to others’ writing, I am often surprised at the interpretations readers assign to the pieces in their comments.

    In those moments, I cock my head off to the side like a confused puppy and even sometimes audibly utter, “Wot?”

    That’s not to say anyone’s interpretations of anyone’s writings is wrong — because writing that invites individual interpretation is when writing is at its best. But I am trying to say that sometimes those interpretations come from a place I never imagined might exist.

    Sometimes, that place in the comments is so far removed from what I imagined I wrote or read that I have to go back and see if we are referencing the same piece. And I am not always satisfied that the commentor and I are looking at the same thing, or are even in the same galaxy, let alone neighborhood.

    So it goes.

    My invitation to join a entirely and absolutely scientific discussion prompt for today is: Is this a wholly personal experience and am I the odd duck? Or it pretty much the norm from your experience? Bonus points: Do you disagree with my earlier statement, “Writing that invites individual interpretation is when writing is at its best”? Agree?

    Please Note: Right now, the US is phasing out pennies in favor of nickels as the base measure of the dollar — “What could possibly go wrong with that idea?” they asked after declaring the penny ‘cancelled’; no more $1.99 deals, I expect — so you’ll need at least ten thoughts before that threshold is crossed.

  • Half-penny Thoughts — 18aug26

    At risk of sounding like I am a broken record myself, I am still pondering the idea of what makes a form of artistic expression (music, writing, etc.) “unique” as opposed to “derivative”.

    I make it no secret that I employ AI for exploring ideas, philosophy and personal education (i.e., “How do I construct a coldwave synth pad on my Hydrasynth? What wave types on my three oscillators, envelope and LFO settings would help me get that sweeping ‘icy’ sound?” or “Explain to me the Sámi cosmologic worldview as currently understood and correcting for Christian bias in the written records. Point out the suspect areas and provide scholarly references for further review. Do not rely on information gathered from unsupported or unreferenced statements.”

    Things like that. AI is really good at collecting information quickly and doing a darned fine job of filtering it when you give the right instructions. Plus, no ads.

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