Getting ready to head to a big trans wedding. Second one this year. I am mega excited that this seems to be the year of surgeries and weddings.
Doing an experiment. I’m using micro.blog to post to bluesky, so that folks see blogposts but I don’t have to interact with the bluesky feed that much. Publish only instead of publish and rage.
The original iPhone only came with a small number of applications:
- Phone.
- Mail.
- Safari.
- iPod (music/video).
- Photos.
- Calendar.
- Notes.
- Weather.
- Clock.
- Settings.
What if I moved back to this kind of protocol? Simplified machine that gives me a little data, a scratch pad, communication, my appointments, music, and the time? What else do you really need?
Good morning. It is 2026-06-21, it’s a Sunday, happy solstice.
Woke up at 1 am convince I would die if I didn’t do my unemployment paperwork immediately. Got up and did it. Felt the absolute certainty that I’ll get the next job. Things are gonna start to narrow. Give up freedom for filthy lucre. But it’s time to start worrying about that.
Going to a wedding today. Anarchist, beautiful.
 Long may they live together and love each other.
Creepy AI bullshit of the day: i’ve used Perplexity AI as a “get answers to questions quickly” tool for about a year. Always set it to Incognito mode. Always trying to keep it at arms length and away from my data.
They just added a new tool called Perplexity computer, which basically gives it access to everything on your computer and phone so that you can make it do stuff for you. When you update it, it pretty much defaults to having file access.
So now I’m deleting that from my phone, and going back to using DuckDuckGo as quick answer shit.
My search engine shouldn’t have access to my poems without permission. Fucking creepy as hell.
An article in the times includes these pictures of the number two pencils used to draw the current version of Heathcliff, and hit me that comics are made with the tools of childhood.
So are poems if we’re lucky.
Things I believe in
