The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
Jim suggests that “there was slop before” large language models came along, citing Elan Ullendorff’s contention that “if something feels robotic or generic, it is those very qualities that make the work problematic, not the tools used”. I’ve quibbles.
This isn’t something I particularly want to belabor, but after finishing the roundup post for IndieWeb Carnival from last October this weekend, I realized that it was the quintessential example of something I’ve talked about at least a couple of times here.
In my final act as host of last October’s carnival on ego, here’s my overview of the eighteen submitted posts. Thanks to a months-long period of autistic burnout, this comes two months late. (Not great, Bob!) In a sense, you can consider the original prompt post and this roundup together as my own contribution to the theme, because—of course—I will be considering these posts from the perspective of what they mean to me, and my own struggles with ego.
It’s no secret that I struggle more than a bit with the question of ego. It dominates my birthday post of two years ago, and it was the theme of IndieWeb Carnival when I hosted back in October. As I noted then (both of these thens), I’ve found some recogition in the words of Franny Glass from J.D. Salinger’s Franny and Zooey, one of just two books I own in first edition.
Pete wonders about the ways in which we envision the future through pop culture, noting that most of these ways tend to be one or another variant of either Mad Max or Blade Runner—either “post-apocalyptic desert” or “rain-soaked, neon-lit cyberpunk megacity”.