With DALL-E and Stable Diffusion no longer waitlisted, those who had access to the API before got a little more cycles to play with. Which led to me doing something I wanted to do for a while: be lazy while an AI does the work on my blog.
It’s time I take responsibility for my health and general wellbeing. I have let myself down by using the past 30 months as an excuse for almost everything.
It has become en vogue to hate the Meseta. Nobody really knows why, but the stretch between Burgos and the Cowboy Bar receives most of the dislike when it comes to walking the Camino Francés. That’s very dumb.
The #fediverse isn’t Twitter or a better Twitter. It is, in its core, the spiritual successor to Pingback and Trackback, in friendly competition to WebMentions and the IndieWeb in general, and a way to keep your content yours.
It is time, I write this love letter to medicine. Medicine has, both in its application and in its practice, literally saved my life more than once. A mild chronic illness aside, I am generally healthy, until I am not. And, given a tumultuous (putting it mildly) life story, medicine gave me the vision and goals I always craved.
I’ve been journaling since 1989, never skipping more than a day or two between entries, often spending more time agonizing over the analysis of the things that happened than the things themselves. My diary was my first attempt at a “Quantified Self”, with daily stats, weekly tallies, and monthly analyses of my perception and inaccurate recollection of sleep, diet, exercise, and mood.
A breathing technique that works for me, with some contemplation on the neuro-physiology thereof.
In theory, it’s your Camino and you should be able to do it in whatever way you’d like to. What if you want to hand the day-to-day operations of your walk, the booking, the luggage services, and some other things, to a third party? Won’t this make your Camino easier and better? Why are they bad?
Someone walked into my ER this morning (I am a day’s worth of travel south of it) and handed the triage nurse flowers and chocolate for me, to thank me for “caring so much.”
Als ich am 28. Juli meine Antwort an Hans Söllner’s anti-Impf Tirade veröffentlichte (sie war, mit weniger weitem Zuspruch schon […]