bluemchen's blog
Illusions of meaningful work
So, now there is something on somebody else's computer, that resembles my work. Needless to add its not really the same as something flying off the old fingertips in the homecomputing environments. It's not unlike the computer leaving you. To move in with someone who really knows whats going on. Sad, middleaged, drunken misery.
No more zippy files, no more crispy images, no more self love. Phizzle
So, who is going to make it right? Just know that there is no amount of money that will ever console me.
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why am i even upset
well, there's that little thing, when after about 2 hours or so the project has begun to smolder in the brain, the previously inanimate, now animated by mixed emotions, mostly fiery ones. fiery emotions, then cold ashes. then wet matches (cause it started to rain) then nothing.
i wished i could show you the enraged expressions on the previously friendly puppets. the play has been written, the words were on fire, the laughs were in the bag, the sketches for the scenes should have been scanned into aforementioned computer. now there is a second body of work, behind the unfinished first work and still the people pay me reluctantly to maintain this position, the slow reporter.
slow reporter is syntactically deadly in the world of media and journalism. technically, slow reporting is not allowed. just know the hard road, the long way home made for extremist adventure travel, and wearily the world wise contemplate the work of the fates. read more...
make money off my problems
Lately, I've been having the worst kind of problems, technical problems.
Why are there still technical problems? If you have any interesting theories for that please feel free to respond or try to get paid for finding the answer to that crucial question of our day.
What with all these great weapons of the mind and all this amazing hardware and this inbred attitude, why in God's name are there still technical problems so severe, that - right next to gargantuan and overwhelming social swamp problems (con carne, the swampmonsta) - that they are the main source of finite universe type of contemplations.
Yeah, sure the universe is flexible, that much is known, and yeah sure, we all know we need parameters, even hyperparameters, but !
why, oh, why are there these kinds of technical problems that make it appear that my computer isn't working as well as it should,
that I am living a hardware restricted hardlife, and that the data simply doesn't compute. read more...