Another in the moment as I sit here waiting

pushing daisies growing gardens waiting for my lady

a kiss of air the touch of spring I wonder sitting idly

my butter browns my coffee simmers I am left a wondering

a momentary pain, builds up until the end

a flash of history still reminds me of my mortal sins

struck by thought the feeling builds hark my bungled words

joy is in the sweat and grit of social earthly worlds

Cleanliness is godliness way too damn up high

dirtiness is earthliness warming next to fire

What s'more the air you breathe, should be shared with friends

even those you've known for not a moment past PM

Go out and choose a life that makes you try and fail

Keep failing 'til the weather changes opening up the veil

re-tracing steps sets you back the frog slips down the well

yet steps alight and wiser yet that prince might yet prevail

Obesity in the USA has gone from 23.2% in 1988 to 42.8% in 2017[1] and it's not slowing down[2]. Fat people fuck, but it's harder (actually, it's softer [3]). Child and adolescent obesity has doubled since 1988 [4].

[1] https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/data/hestat/obesity-adult-17-18/overweight-obesity-adults-H.pdf

[2] https://www.niddk.nih.gov/health-information/health-statistics/overweight-obesity

[3] https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6448569/

[4] https://www.statista.com/statistics/285035/percentage-of-us-children-and-adolescents-who-were-obese

When I wish upon a star

I end up seeing you

Picking up the threads

I end up where I begin

Sewing strands just to see

What they be on me

An image comes to light

My rods adjust to see

Twisting strands, you and me

A little strand of life

A rainy mood to beat

Cross each other in a life

A bridge is knit between

Two thumbs and fingers crossing crafting strands

Child hands play twisting lives up for a laugh

Youthful play a fullsome cannot describe my inner drive

Lulling me mightily I close my eyes trying to epitomize

Darkness comes first

Then light, diffuse

Twisting shapes, not a heart

Hard lines, spinning apart

Where are those soft threads, soft hands, soft feet

Not thinking about what’s next to eat

Discriminating hunger refined by thought and feeling

Mirroring lust the should of feel

Should I choose or just be, mixing sand and surf my foot leaves prints by moving the earth

Innocence comes first. Than knowledge and hurt.

Self-control yet again, domestication of sins

The apple falls far from the tree blame the wind

The early bird gets the worm, then a snake bit me

The tree, a tree, any tree I guess, is quite enough for me to make a mess

I will apologize, but not with words.

Instead I will carry mood and feeling into action.

Transmutate thought into being.

What do I have left

Words are so useless, drama king being

I live to die, how else may I be, if not me than me than me

Kiss my ass, iconoclast, I knit my words for thee

I spin yarn into hard bales for lil’ plump hands and those that act to be

up and coming and let the thought drop down

drowning just the mighty while you others act like clowns

spitting right as left rotates you never off the ground

grass is greener meditate and hear how fucking loud

the sound of your ego getting off the ground

consider once a family full of feasting the soul was left aground

I've feasted once a many times my eyes were surprised

stupendous was the cause I walked 30 miles

the yaw may break the yoke the maw is but a jaw

even the powerful do choke strength is but a light stroke

the pen beats paper till it drowns in red

I beat paper just to make amends

tears drown out the sky as salty eyes can't see the end of sky

it fuzzes to corn on a night drive

sleep calls but I'm on texts the sex don't last as long as regrets

my turn comes again flip the tune play a friend

that's who I need I'm on my knees thinking why again am I alone

moving motions on the floor I call it patterns we recognize a turn

digitize the spoke an angle brings a cause stemming pause

shrinking cause to say enough for me something's free

but explore the words not one note many chords

harmonizing angel's sword beaming light upon lord rays of light

newton's words stemming from penning and spinning alchemy storms

shaking and rumbling gently stroking quill scratching like barns screeching

a touch of history comes to mind but whats the story I describe

express the feeling come to mind but mind it's not, gut personified

the intestine thinks and liver makes merry

the bladder worries the anus ferries

the sphincter asks who the butt comes in two

and I'm sitting here grinning with the party called tooth

am I too nice is a question I ask

taking others at their word is a dangerous task

I assume good intentions and get condescension

gaslighting is normal I'm dropped in a bottle

to be me is normal and unacceptable

do I live unapologetically or with my family

its easy to say hard to do money just a number but numbers kill too

sticks and stones break my bones but I'm buried six under

sometimes I wonder what's next in life

is it for me or them if not the when do I go zen

or grasp possibility could it really be as freeing as it seems to be

those freaky bees you been seeing be free online just killing time

the number crime shrinking to none like us all in time

so who wins the competition because there's just one way the better way

and judgement cometh from comets cousins or the church

it's public opinion or private gossip lip it check it bop it

ooh wrinkles got me down they wrap the mouth like a frown

why can't they wave feel the breeze let noise be the wind coasting not projecting no cone just sooth

oh my god the fucking word to be free to express no judgement just see everything is a crime

I'm not who you expected is that alright because it doesn't seem to be

my goodness, I'm in, my head

sitting here falsely tripping over leaves of skin forgetting the while dreaming of this and that over again for the love of another craving swimming juicing feeling scrambling heaping feeling loved and lost another time is building where should I go a frog whisper I stand here dripping toes wide on a wet leaf hair askew with dew on my brow exulted is a word with empty meaning jumping pushes me closer to breathlessness red shock fills me up I spin wondering what a cause may be fantastic is the light sent up but struggle outlines my shadow the need the want the urge my instinct a plague I should overcome the hurt motivation and loss I will define my life and I will die growing flowers is my purpose where is my watering can gentle rain trickling I love but where can I put it intelligently and with care time is cruel everything has its time but the mind a snap is imaginary do live to love or is love imaginary I hurt to know the truth where is my love did it run through my hands in piles of sand covering my toes I sought to make a castle time passed stone crumbled but whats left but seconds in the minute the small doth define our life aren't we small growing in twisted shapes I touched someone once they turned away I touched someone once who was a friend cruelty is simple and loneliness a sin patience is a virtue that brings about the end.

Figure a better setting then where I am now

life wears on you worse than the skin of a cow

the struggles the hurt of where you are now

distinguished feelings to respect if only you knew how

to respect me a life god-fearing deserving of praise

thanksgiving dinner is not enough give me a raise

trials and tribulations foment feelings malaise

eternal life is not enough to earn peace in my days

remember life is fluid atomic rearrange the pie

pecan piquante the crunch sells the question why

why why why cries the pig in the abbattoir

my oh my says the pig in the butcher on the loire

what recourse have we to return our received life

what number to call and complain

shall I end it now? What will be the nature of your death.

We all must die, the luckiest thrice and in good health.

What's left for us, the rest? A rest, a bath in distress

instead turn your head, not right but left.

A turning gaze instills fear in the best

left left left cried the cat, the emperor left his vest

if you could wear the clothes of dreams, seen or unseen, how would you seem, empress?

They never pulled an iPhone out of those deep pockets. You can be sure an iPhone is in most of them today. You still have a hard time comparing a HUD built for a fighter pilot in a F-35 with an AR device built for a digital work and life-style. Keep your knobs and switches, give up a couple displays. I'm no technophile, I think there's a greater movement towards real-world experiences coming, but I think AR will be more and more common for work and entertainment.

Remember when this screen was undesirable?

I'll bite. seems like apples and oranges, IHADSS tech is over 30 years old, is over twice as heavy and is a monocular display which quote

When...used, the visual input to the two eyes differs greatly. This...gives rise to binocular rivalry, a competition between the two eyes for the information that gains attention

Which won't occur with the vision pro. More criticisms in the paper you linked are difficult to also levy against the vision pro:

Most problems that I have had are due to faulty equipment. Examples: The greyscale is not able to be properly adjusted. This leads to reduced resolution and the inability to 'break out' details

"The is a very poor system in every respect. It is heavy, sloppy, provides a poor quality picture and a narrow field of view, the monocular display is annoying and

uncomfortable, and the thinner versions of the cord gets wrapped around things in the cockpit. Getting a decent picture requires the combiner lens to be placed right next to the eye - anything interfering with that placement (such as NBC masks) makes it impossible to get a full field of view (and the "full" field of view isn't sufficient anyway

You can still have your switches and dials, they'll still be programmable, but now with the option to keep them static or have them change function based on what you're looking at. I think that's cool and smoother than alt-tab'ing.

Your choice is strapping your work to your face or to your lap/desk, like how you strap the time to your wrist. It's new, but not extreme. I also don't think it will be necessary for anyone to get their work done, but it may be more comfortable or effective. Just because your computer is now strapped to your face does not mean you're a slave to it and cannot unstrap it. That's is the slippery slope that everyone has to climb up off of in order to deal with the difficulties of modernity today. For better or for worse, in our own lives we have to find habits that handle isolation, distance from nature, lack of physical exercise, hustle/overwork culture, tech addiction, and mindless consumption. It's either that or you make choices to take temptations out of your life, i.e. don't strap your job to your face.

(I'm also waiting for a good speech-to-text interface demo, that's the biggest need for a keyboard right now. As a programmer, I would also like spoken dialects/grammars that make speech-to-code fast)

good eye tracking effectively pulled into a user interface system is new, and useful. Plus the highest quality of any VR screen allowing you to actually use it for text or media work. A quality platform for 3d interfaces may challenge our dependence on 2d rectangles to convey information. It's expensive, imo not unreasonably. Is 3500 worth not hunching over a 2d screen all day to get some work done? Can a (well-paid) white collar office worker be more comfortable with a free-moving headset rather than be locked to a desk to rest their laptop and peripherals off of? I think they could be, but remains to be seen once this launches. I'll give it a shot. Not a fan of Oculus Quest 3 though, resolution is too low for real work, plus I don't game that much. I'm imagining the software ecosystem around apple's new VR OS will take a few years to mature. I like the immersion dial too, oddly the most dystopian thing for me is the how it generates a 3d model of you for FaceTime 🤷. Gargoyles are here ❄️💥🍕

The Edited Latecomer's Guide to Crypto https://www.mollywhite.net/annotations/latecomers-guide-to-crypto#

I’m finding words of wisdom in a wishing well

A frog is croaking at me with a mild truth to tell

“My patience is a rainbow and at the end I find

A delicious golden fuzzy buzzing muncher of a fly

.

It fills me and fixes me and let’s me play again

As I ring around the rosy I wonder what is next. “

I send a bucket down to fill with water and clear my head

My slippery green friend eyes the mark and jumps right in

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Up and up and up he cries I haul him to the top

I take a nice big swig he cries “this was my dearest hope

Out in nature I will find the rainbow’s start, ahoy!

I am full up out the downspout to seek the sweetest joy.”

.

Along he hops I wipe my brow and take my own sweet time

Then clamber in the bucket waiting for my big muncher fly

Pardon the snark, but sounds like a fancy gift card rather than a revolution in currency.

Last time I used BTC was to buy LSD off the Silk Road 10 years ago. After that the rest I converted into dollars so I could pay the rent in college, made 80 bucks off the price swing.

I’m sorry, I still don’t get it. I don’t dispute blockchain is valuable technology and here to stay, but I set my eyes on Bitcoin specifically as an unknown factor. Is it meant sit in vaults, like gold? Or is it meant to transact regularly, like a currency? I don’t think you can have both at the same time and it be a stable investment vehicle with better returns than real asset classes.

Per the hardware question, the building and energy management systems are valuable, probably more so than the chips. Chips fail, hard drives fail, and like the Argo they are remade, the result of which has been a market created that supports developing these chips for miners, trains professionals in the maintenance of these data centers and chip fabrication, and identifies geographies amenable to cheap high volume data processing. Regardless, to speak of the specific chips, they can serve institutional backed crypto currencies performing similar operations.

I just can’t shake the feeling Bitcoin is a Ponzi scheme

I’ve never understood the mechanism behind bitcoin’s rise as an asset. Is it a currency? Then it’s value is in relation to other currencies by arbitrage which means small returns on small scales. Is it a commodity like gold? Then it’s value is when global currencies lose value and the global system slows down, but then it has to compete with gold as a form of exchange and maintain the technological infrastructure it needs to work at all. I don’t see the value and it makes me think it’s just a big Ponzi scheme, which is risky and requires a lot of attention as an investment. Personally I think that Bitcoin has been a successful subsidization for building huge data centers that will power our digital future, but I don’t think it will exist past that purpose.

Simple swimming pulls the cover over me and mine

Another way to say it is to find another dime

Fitting hikes in tubes of clay I stammer out and say

Living tall the mighty fall and simple here to stay

No worries, yeah I don't either, but in my eyes trump supporters aren't typical GOP and I could see the "burn it down" sentiment pointed at the electoral college. There is a difference between political operatives and regular supporters, and its really only the operatives that want to preserve the electoral college. Most democrats and independents are for abolishing it, and about a quarter of republications https://news.gallup.com/poll/320744/americans-support-abolishing-electoral-college.aspx. There are small steps to take like getting rid of the winner take all system, which could be easier than abolishing the whole thing and provide the same benefit.

There was a moment on Election Day when I thought Biden would win the electoral but trump would win the popular. I had hopes for a bipartisan push to abolish the electoral college for about 30 min.

A quick healthy lunch could be pieces of fruit, some crackers with cheese or nut butter, and mixed nuts. Takes minutes to make and with no funky junk inside (unless you love velveeta). Pair it with slices of cured meat and you'll be full with basically no cooking.