Dragonsweeper - minesweeper variant: https://danielben.itch.io/dragonsweeper
How to bring down a dictatorship https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=r7dNLt5mC1A
Overview of Trump's first 100 days as president: https://www.demographyunplugged.com/p/trumps-first-100-days-part-1
The end of programming as we know it: https://www.oreilly.com/radar/the-end-of-programming-as-we-know-it/
Feel like a point that is missing is the loss of expertise. Users of intepreted languages (mostly) don't understand the what their code boils down to, and so solutions are generally scuffed.
Hardware performance gains allowed this. Without those gains, much of what is done today where I work wouldn't be feasible.
I think many of the efficiency gains of AI for programming might not materialise if AI produces even worse performing code and hardware doesn't continue to speed up.
The loss of expertise will become a problem. Or maybe its a transfer, from underdtanding how the computer works to understanding how AI works - people building solutions they don't understand.
"As civil society activists, we present a list of “red lines not to be crossed”. Should the President cross these red lines, such actions will inevitably lead to political instability in our country and the deterioration of international relations"
https://uacrisis.org/en/71966-joint-appeal-of-civil-society-representatives
The spotless man 
Wifi router turned into a camera https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3ZPFE4zHfk
Rossi face helmet https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Prx8ppLIxQ0
You are a goddess,
and I am a simple
being, trembling beneath
the weight of your presence.
I believed you would heal me—
wrap me in silken light,
stroke the knots of my sorrow
until they unraveled into grace.
And you said,
“Sure, let’s begin.”
But what I meant wasn’t this.
What I thought was gentleness
wasn’t the fire you lit in me.
I thought healing would be
soft and sensual,
a balm against my bruises,
a dream made flesh,
a cocoon for my desires.
Not this—
this unmasking,
this shattering of the mirror
that held the fragile portrait of my persona.
Not this pain, raw and unrelenting,
flaying my illusions one by one
until I stood exposed,
naked in your gaze.
You loved me in the discomfort,
held me in the discovery,
kissed the breaking open
as though it were a blessing.
And perhaps it is.
Perhaps healing isn’t soft,
but sharp, jagged, alive.
Perhaps the only way to live
is to be pierced by it,
to be stripped of every lie
until the truth shines
like a wound,
like a gift.
And so I stand,
shivering in this unmaking,
no longer sure where I begin
or end.
Your hands are not kind,
but they are sure—
sculptor’s hands,
breaking me apart to rebuild
a thing I cannot yet fathom.
“Trust,” you whisper,
though it sounds like thunder.
And I do,
though the trust tastes of blood,
though it feels like falling
into endless sky.
Your eyes burn
with something ancient,
and I realize—
you are not here to save me.
You are here to remind me
I was never broken,
only buried
beneath the weight
of my own forgetting.
Larson Langston
This "obviousness" is what I strive for:
http://blog.wilshipley.com/2013/12/my-doom-20th-anniversary-stories.html?m=1
"Don't take this to mean his code was spaghetti—it was actually some of the easiest-to-understand code I've ever worked with. It has an almost indescribable quality of "obviousness." Like, you know when a really good teacher explains something, it seems obvious? That's what his code was like. I mean, OF COURSE there's a loop where you service the pending events and call a refresh on the UI layer."
I’m out zapping nostr:npub1qny3tkh0acurzla8x3zy4nhrjz5zd8l9sy9jys09umwng00manysew95gx tonight. Who wants it?
Some consider me smug, but I like to advertise my green credentials on my laptops 
Feels like its much easier to hire security and/or avoid situations where you will need guns.
I don't see the current elites of the world training with firearms. Even with all the training in the world, a violent confrontation is a high risk affair.
Man suffers from centralised platform woes: https://x.com/MikeBenzCyber/status/1875214258046193880
Interior design idea: exclusively display prints of stolen, location-unknown paintings.
"To many, the end of the war and the failure of the peace would validate the Christmas cease-fire as the only meaningful episode in the apocalypse. It belied the bellicose slogans and suggested that the men fighting and often dying were, as usual, proxies for governments and issues that had little to do with their everyday lives. A candle lit in the darkness of Flanders, the truce flickered briefly and survives only in memoirs, letters, song, drama and story."
Xmas truce in 1914: https://mises.org/mises-daily/christmas-truce-world-war-i