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    week 37 of 2024

    Saving patterns to files on your computer has finally been added to bento, and i started writing a little about bento too. It works offline now, too. yay, bento is now local-first software.

    Here is some music to listen. Sure, it's crunchy. The end is very nice.

    Listening to that Lady Gaga song with Bruno Mars in it, amd I'm not sure if there's anyone I'd want to be next to when the world was ending. A great thing to start doing in 2025 is tell people to "say cheese!" when you take a photo. The opening line of every chapter of my autobiography will be "I had a perfect life, but I wanted more". And then you feel them letting go from miles away. They say that we don't know why the volcanos that spat diamonds turned themselves off a million years ago, I read about it in a magazine. A few weeks ago I stayed at a hotel where the tv remote had a TikTok button. That was the day I stepped in dog shit, and I washed my boots in the bathroom sink. How about Conway's game of life except instead of dying single cells go off in search of community.

    The person who unmasked _why the lucky stiff was a bastard.

    I'm going to Los Angeles next month.

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    There aren't three minutes worth of lines to write here about my week. It's lots of little small things and I haven't been taking notes. And it's harder to write about nothing sober. I'm reading The Art of Doing Science and Engineering and writing a lot of little experiments. Today I'm going to try to play a video game. But first, eggs.

    It's been so long since I've been in the United States. A decade since I've been in California, where infinite westward expansion finally banged into the reality of the Pacific and the only remaining territories were out to space and inside our minds and souls and bodies.