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One of the most potent signs of a disintegrating state is the rise of independent militias and the ruling government’s inability/unwillingness to eliminate them.

One of the sources of ill we experience with social media is this constant pressure to be exellent.

Elon Musk doesn’t have a fucking clue.

Prelude It occurs to me that it might be useful to write down some of the stuff I’m currently thinking about and working on, and to put it out in the Wilds of The Internet in case someone else harbours intersecting/overlapping ideas and might be interested

Everybody’s Trying to Build Walled Gardens Increasingly I’m running across the following situation: I see a teaser-with-a-link somewhere on the ’net (likely Twitter or HN) that piques my interest.

There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands.

It’s cold out, today.

Update Nov 2022 In the wake of Elon Musk’s takeover of Twitter and the shitshow that has ensued, this post is looking dated and obsolete.

Politics as the overwhelming mass of us experience it — worldwide to a very great degree — is deeply and fundamentally broken.

There’s a likelihood that people who suffer through a Covid episode do not gain any permanent immunity to the disease.

So here are a couple of macro-trends, all tangled together, unfolding slowly over the past several years, that seem worth painting on a wall to look at.

File this one under #neoMythicAge — lies we tell ourselves so we can sleep well at night.

$500 to $100,000 fines for ignoring social distancing in Brampton, Ontario, Canada So you’re pissed because they won’t let you walk around that gated complex you sometimes call home, under the threat of a fine for breaking the rules.

So there’s this global pandemic and the best way we have to slow it down a bit so that healthcare services can keep pace is by avoiding contact with other people.

Originally posted at https://mikro2nd.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-gmo-scam.html, 2012-01-12.

You do know better than to try and carry nail-clippers in your hand-luggage, don’t you…?

Some thoughts on where energy might most usefully be expended to make the internet ‘better’.

A goal is a definite “thing to get done” write five blog posts per week buy a new car build a new Internet travel to Japan.

This morning will be was eaten by Eskom’s Stage 4 Loadshedding.

Humans who spend time in space—specifically in microgravity—tend to end up suffering a wild menagerie of unexpected and unusual health problems.

Me: I want to give you money.

The world was sure to end if ever we ended up with Commies in government.

We’ve had quite a lot of Locusts in the garden this year—far more than usual.

If a word-processor is to words as a food-processor is to food, little wonder that so much writing is just mush.

A Highly Abbreviated (Pre-)History of Plant Breeding Mention plant-breeding to most people, and they conjure up an image of scientists in white lab coats, peering through microscopes or pipetting substances into test tubes.

My Dear American Friends, …All 300-odd-million of you.

“the belief that our existence is understandable through computation, and that more data is enough to help us build a better world” smacks of a fundamentalist belief.

Important!

I’ll be damned if I’ll leave here without me.

I like the way it blends into the background I like the way it bends I like the way… I like the way I take the way… I take a way I blend into the landscape I land into the blendscape I leap into the blandscape I take a way I make a splash where I land

Rehoused the bees – moved them out of the 5-frame catch-box they’ve been living in since who-knows-when, and into their spiffy new full-size brood-box.

So here we are… Fires again.

So here’s a peculiar think: America (the USA, but Canada, too) got rich off sucking the oil under their continent out of the ground (well, digging in the case of Athabasca), turning it into fuel and releasing it into the atmosphere where it’s become the b…

Spring is Sprung Da grass is riz I wonder where Da Boidies iz...

##Do We Really Need StableCoins?

Come In, Number Five, your time is up!

And sometimes in the Forest you find a fairy and sometimes, seldom, so very, very rarely, one is slow enough to catch and so you catch it and eat it, all crunchy and sticky and thinly sweet like nectar, and never enough to satisfy and not enough substance…

Bushpig poo.

“Work is love made visible” wrote Khalil Gibran.

So yesterday was one of those days when you just know you’re going to waste a bunch of time attending to annoying, but sort-of necessary, stuff.