Hey folks. It’s been a while. Figured I update you all on something important.
Tomorrow, we say goodbye to my beautiful dog, Tyra.
Many of you knew her and loved her. I documented a lot of our life on here. She was by my side for 16 and a half years, an incredible feat.
She was diagnosed with stage 4 kidney failure and quickly declined. There was some hope but ultimately she got so much worse. I can’t stand to see her like this. There’s a part of me that says to wait another day and maybe she will get better, but at this point I’m praying for a miracle that’s ultimately unrealistic.
She got me through the darkest moments of my life and I genuinely wouldn’t be alive if she wasn’t there to stop me on that fateful night. Our relationship changed on the night of my attempt when I was 12. She was 4 years old. Her instincts kicked into high gear and she made sure I was not alone. From then on, she walked by my side through everything.
I will always have regrets. I wish I spent more time with her sometimes as I got older and worked and traveled. I wish i brushed her teeth more. I wish I gave her more belly rubs. Nonetheless, I know that we shared a bond so special and so deep that transcended everything I thought I knew about love and friendship. She’s my soulmate.
Give your pets a hug for me tonight. Think of Tyra before you go to bed. Love you all.
Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.
A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.
[ID: Two computers facing each other, connected to one another, on rectangular platforms. The room is backlit in red. End ID.]
Ahhhhhhh!!! Go read it! Go read it!! The cording was plied by Neanderthals!!! The article talks about how we can’t keep thinking about them as being stupid it’s so delightful! In these trying times, let’s read about some joyful anthropological and archaeological discoveries!!!
Read it! The fact that it’s plied is so exciting! For plied cord, you first spin your fibers in one direction (they did it clockwise) and then take that collection of singles and twist them in the opposite direction (in this case counterclockwise). So it’s a process that requires planning and experience. You spin your first bit, you set it aside, you spin your second and third, you ply them. You can’t do it all in one go. And unless this piece happens to be the work of the very first person to spin fibers, and that person was a super genius who not only invented the idea of spinning but the technique for plying, it shows that the Neanderthals were communicating technological skills amongst each other. Which I mean isn’t news in and of itself, but this is just one more piece of evidence.
FERAL FROTHING IN FIBER ARTS THIS SHIT IS SO COOL
Holy shit this is incredible! The puts textile technology at 40,000 - 50,000 years old; the earliest previous evidence we had was 20,000 - 25,000 years.
And also, like the poster above said, this is evidence of *planning*. I was going into the article thinking “hmmm, extremely cool but probably thigh-spun two ply which is a single stage process…?” but no! This is three ply cord! I guess it might be possible to do thigh-spun three ply (be bloody tricky though which would be evidence of skill in itself), but more likely this was a highly skilled multi-stage process.
John McAfee was a racist lunatic born 2000 years too late, had he instead carried that same derangement while traveling ancient Greece he would have been heralded as a philosopher and scholar alongside people like Pliny the Elder, instead he was a total fucking loser who ruined every good thing he had going for him by being an incomparable freak until he died from suffocating on his own dick in prison.
I hope everyone is okay. I turned 23 last week. It’s very surreal. I thought I wouldn’t make it past 13.
I don’t have many friends anymore. They all either found me annoying or realized I’m boring or think I’m weird or cut me off for good reasons or stupid reasons or anything in between. It’s been a lonely few months.
I’ve been taking a break from all social media and don’t know if I’ll come back. I want to delete this blog so bad but I also love the memories I made on here, good and bad. I learned so many things and met people and became radicalized and more. This is where I unlearned the bad and embraced the good, learned empathy, learned how to help and fight and reach out.
I’m getting better with time as I recover from the past few months. I’m still struggling but I’m not crying as much. I have a job that I love. I’m learning to exist outside of the digital world and focus on the good.
