I've been playing a bit with AI models lately, which feels a bit like (1) this is a dance with the devil, and (2) I'm extremely late to this party. Last week I posted a lighthearted story about a fellow

Thoughts on the use of AI in fiction, including an AI collaboration story about Linux powered companion robots.

Are you uncomfortable when someone waits on you? It's something most people don't seem to understand: my discomfort with eating at restaurants, going to hotels. Getting a haircut. Having work done on my

Celebrating my birthday with Cicada Brood XIV.

Established rituals are a cornerstone of any successful culture. Behaviors that go beyond habits, the things we do without question. Prayers before bedtime. Church on Sunday. Meals around the dinner table.

It was surreal to walk around the city at sunset, knowing there was nothing I had to do for the next nine days.

What do you want to remember after a long silence?

Sometimes people are generous. Sometimes you can fix a car even if you don't know what you're doing.

Recent reading and AI work has me wondering whether the boundaries of human understanding are closer than we thought.

What we imagine turns us inside-out. Thoughts left unpruned will soon take root and flower, And idle daydreams crystalize to plans. Take care, or else your life will be turned over To the pursuit of something

This Stable Diffusion AI art generation thingy is seriously the most fun thing I've ever done on a computer. You can find plenty of articles about it floating around. Go google it. Here's Wikipedia's page

I fed lines of TS Eliot's "Prufrock" into an AI art generation algorithm.

When life gets challenging and there's little time for pleasant distractions, how do YOU unwind?

Getting drunk alone in nature was the closest I've come to religious experience. Watching the sky darken and the stars come out. I was walking along the power lines and then cutting through the woods to

Rambling with a keyboard during the morning commute and piecing it together later...

A bit of a character sketch, a bit of a free-write, which may or may not develop into something bigger.

When I'm not busy working, or running in circles around my neighborhood, or railing against god, my favored method of procrastination is to potter about the house on some ridiculous project or other. There's

I had a religious awakening the other morning. I came across a picture I'd taken of a snowy egret swallowing a fish. I thought about the fact that life can only sustain itself by consuming life. That fish

There's this woman I keep seeing around the train station. She has raven hair, porcelain skin, deep piercing eyes. She's about a foot shorter than me. I know a very few things about her: She's kind to

I'm sick of writing in the first person. All these journal entries that sound the same. I pick up a pen and scribble for a while and think, "Why the fuck would anyone give a shit about this guy?"