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What if the entire illicit drug narrative is a complete lie? What if the ideas that are propagated and pushed are primarily to continue this lie? What if that lie continues to fund many facets of society? What if many of those facets are too disturbing for me to share with you here? What if the truth did not set you free but drove you mad? What if we point our disgust or hatred entirely in the wrong direction?
What if society could help those who abuse drugs with many alternatives? What if many of those who use drugs don’t need help? What if it’s fine for many of those to continue using drugs? What if prison will never help people stop abusing drugs? What if many who started the war on drugs know this? What if…
Let’s quit abusing drug users.
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Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil
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On 13 March 2026, an anonymous TikTok account called @ai.cinema021 posted the first episode of a dating show starring fruit. A loud, aggressive lemon. A snooty banana. A strawberry with an ego problem. The whole thing was generated: visuals, voices, script, the lot. It was called Fruit Love Island.
Nine days later it had more than three million followers, which made it, by several accounts, the fastest-growing account in the platform's history. Episodes were averaging over ten million views each. By the time it collapsed the series had passed 300 million views in total.
People argued about the fruit. They picked favourites. They speculated about couplings. Amaya Espinal, who won the seventh season of Love Island USA, said she would never watch it and called the characters problematic, which is a remarkable sentence to have to write about a banana. Joe Jonas and Zara Larsson both engaged with it publicly, and Larsson deleted her post after the backlash arrived.
Then, on 28 March, it stopped. Twelve of the twenty-two episodes had been removed by TikTok, reportedly classified as low-quality AI content. The creator posted a run of furious videos complaining that “like half of my videos got removed” and that people had spam-reported the account. The stated reasons for quitting were hate and no revenue. Fifteen days from launch to abandonment, with a bigger audience than most commissioned television will ever see.
That is the whole argument of this piece in miniature. Something that nobody wrote, nobody performed in and nobody directed captured hundreds of millions of hours of human attention, generated genuine parasocial argument about characters made of citrus, made its creator no money, and was deleted by the platform that distributed it. Every actor in that sequence behaved rationally. The result was still incoherent.
On 29 August 2026, the Daily Guardian, the Iloilo-based Philippine daily, published a piece arguing that this sort of thing is not a passing internet novelty at all. It is the industrialisation of serialised storytelling: the collapse of the distance between having an idea and publishing an episode, and the conversion of the cliffhanger from a narrative technique into an engagement mechanism. The paper's contention was that the machine does not have to feel anything in order for the audience to feel something.
That is correct. It is also much older, much better evidenced, and much more uncomfortable than it first appears.
Start with the objection everyone reaches for first. Surely we can tell. Surely something made without intention, without a person on the other end who meant it, reads as hollow.
The evidence says no.
In 2024, Brian Porter and Edouard Machery of the Department of History and Philosophy of Science at the University of Pittsburgh published a study in Scientific Reports that ought to be better known than it is. They gave 1,634 participants ten poems each: five by well-known poets including Shakespeare, Byron, Dickinson and Eliot, and five generated by ChatGPT 3.5 in the style of those poets. Participants identified the AI poems at below chance, roughly 46.6 per cent accuracy. They were more likely to guess that the machine poems were human. The five poems judged least likely to be human-written were all by actual poets.
A second group of 696 participants rated the poems on fourteen characteristics without knowing the source. The AI poems scored higher. On quality, on beauty, on emotion, on rhythm.
Then comes the part that matters. When participants were told which poems were machine-made, the ratings fell. Same poems. Same words. Lower scores.
Porter and Machery's explanation is deflationary and convincing: non-expert readers prefer accessible verse that communicates a theme directly, they expect AI poetry to be bad, and so they misread their own enjoyment as evidence of human authorship. The preference is real. The attribution is a story people tell themselves afterwards.
This is not an isolated finding. A body of work on what researchers call the AI disclosure penalty has now documented the same asymmetry across images, paintings, songs and prose. One 2025 study of reader perception shifts, drawing on 990 responses from 261 participants across six kinds of writing, found that disclosing AI involvement erodes perceived trustworthiness, competence, caring and likability, with the steepest falls in social and interpersonal contexts. Participants attributed the drop to a perceived loss of sincerity and diminished effort. Notably, higher AI literacy softened the penalty rather than sharpening it.
Put the two findings together and you get something genuinely strange. The response to the work and the response to the label are separate systems. The first does not consult the second. We feel it, then we decide whether we were entitled to.
There is a much older tradition that predicted exactly this, and it did not need a single experiment.
In 1928, Vladimir Propp published Morphology of the Folktale, in which he took a corpus of Russian wonder tales and reduced them to thirty-one narrative functions and seven character types. Villainy. Lack. Guidance. Acquisition of a magical agent. Liquidation of lack. The content varied wildly. The skeleton did not. Propp's argument was that the effect of these stories was produced by their structure, and that the structure was portable, recombinable and finite.
In 1946, W. K. Wimsatt and Monroe Beardsley published “The Intentional Fallacy” in the Sewanee Review, arguing that the design or intention of an author is neither available nor desirable as a standard for judging a work. The poem, they wrote, belongs to the public. It is to be evaluated on its own operation, not on what its maker meant.
Neither of these was written with reference to machines. Both describe the conditions under which machine-made narrative works.
Then there is the mechanism by which a story gets inside you. Melanie Green and Timothy Brock's 2000 paper in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology introduced transportation, the state of absorption into a narrative involving imagery, affect and attentional focus, and demonstrated that transported readers show belief change consistent with the story. The finding relevant here is almost throwaway in the original: transportation, and the belief change that came with it, were generally unaffected by whether the story was labelled as fact or fiction.
Read that again in the context of a fruit dating show. Your capacity to be moved does not first check the ontological status of what is moving you. It was never checking. Fiction has always been a machine for producing feelings about people who do not exist. The novelty is not that the characters are fake. It is that the author is.
Dolf Zillmann and Joanne Cantor's affective disposition theory, first set out in 1977, supplies the rest. Enjoyment of narrative, on this account, runs through moral judgement: we form dispositions towards characters, we want good outcomes for those we like and bad ones for those we do not, and our pleasure tracks whether the story delivers. That process requires a character legible enough to judge. It does not require the character to have been imagined by anyone. An egotistical strawberry is a perfectly adequate object of moral judgement.
And Horton and Wohl were there in 1956, in Psychiatry, describing what they called para-social interaction: intimacy at a distance, the one-sided bond an audience forms with a media persona who cannot know they exist. They were writing about radio hosts and television compères. The asymmetry they identified was already total. There was never a reciprocal relationship to lose.
None of this would matter much if AI serial video were a curiosity. It is not. It is the tail end of a commercial format that has already been industrialised, and the numbers are not small.
The vertical microdrama, the duanju, is the direct precursor. One to two minute episodes, shot vertically, sold by the coin, structured so that every instalment ends on a hook. In 2024, China's micro-drama market generated around 50.4 billion yuan, roughly seven billion dollars, and in doing so overtook the country's entire cinema box office for the first time. Domestic viewership hit 662 million by the end of that year. By May 2026, according to Sixth Tone's reporting, the ultrashort-drama sector in China had reached 851 million users and a market value above 100 billion yuan, and the format had overtaken long-form video in average daily use.
The export version is equally striking. Media Partners Asia research reported in August 2026 put ReelShort's revenue at 97 million dollars in 2023, 400 million in 2024 and 785 million in 2025, on track for 1.05 billion dollars in 2026 with its first profit at scale, somewhere near 40 million dollars net after an estimated 12 million dollar loss the year before. ReelShort holds roughly 29 per cent of the market, DramaBox about 21 per cent, with the rest spread across a long tail of some three hundred apps. Deloitte's technology, media and telecommunications predictions for 2026, published in November 2025, forecast global in-app micro-series revenue rising from 3.8 billion dollars in 2025 to 7.8 billion in 2026.
This was all built by humans, filmed fast and cheap, before generative video was good enough to matter. The format was optimised for retention long before the machines arrived. What AI did was remove the last cost floor.
Here is the number that should stop you.
In the first quarter of 2026, roughly 128,000 ultrashort dramas were released in China. More than 95 per cent of them were AI-generated.
That figure comes from Sixth Tone's 24 August 2026 report by He Qitong, and it is corroborated in outline by CNBC's 26 August account of Chinese producers flooding the market with cheap bets and letting audiences pick the winners. The logic CNBC describes is a straightforward inversion of how entertainment has traditionally worked. Rather than committing capital to production and then buying an audience, short-drama firms produce at volume, test demand at negligible risk, and pour distribution spend only into whatever the feed has already validated.
That capability arrived quickly and from several directions at once. The generative video field in 2026 is not one tool but a stack of competing ones, and the competition is what drove the price down. Google's Veo line, OpenAI's Sora, Kuaishou's Kling, Runway, MiniMax's Hailuo and the open-weight Wan family have converged on a similar band of capability: clips measured in tens of seconds, native audio generated in the same pass as the picture, character appearance held roughly consistent from shot to shot, and output at resolutions that survive a phone screen. Vertical framing, which cinema treats as a mistake, is native to all of them. Sora's own trajectory illustrates how unstable the ground is. OpenAI notified developers on 24 March 2026 that the Sora 2 models were being removed from the API, shut the consumer app and web experience on 26 April, and set the API's final date for 24 September 2026. A company that had built the most talked-about consumer video toy in the world closed it inside a year and redirected the compute. That is worth holding on to when we get to the argument that entertainment is where the infrastructure money comes back from, because the largest player in the field has just walked away from the most obvious version of that bet.
Character consistency is the technical detail that turned clips into serials. A generator that produces a beautiful ten-second shot and then a different-looking protagonist in the next one can make adverts. A generator that holds a face across fifty episodes can make a soap opera. That threshold was crossed somewhere in the past eighteen months, and the microdrama industry was standing directly on the other side of it, already holding the format, the distribution and the audience.
The cost collapse is documented in unusual detail. ByteDance released its Seedance 2.0 video model in February 2026 at a generation cost of roughly one yuan per second of video. Sixth Tone reported a director whose typical production budget fell from about 300,000 yuan requiring seven or eight days of shooting to about 200,000 yuan over three days, with around ten roles tied to stunts and effects simply deleted. He turned down AI work despite a thirty per cent pay cut. Eight of his ten colleagues took it.
The human cost is not abstract. Wang Huan, founder of the production company Zhoutu Culture, sold three cars in July 2026, a Mercedes-Benz G63, an Aston Martin DB11 and a Bentley Continental GT, worth some 4.5 million yuan between them, as his monthly output fell from around 200 dramas to about thirty and his workforce shrank from more than 500 people to roughly 200. His question, quoted by Sixth Tone, is the one every creator in this economy eventually asks: if the platform stopped giving you money tomorrow, what would you do?
The platforms noticed the hollowing out. By May 2026 ByteDance had allocated 1.5 billion yuan and six major platforms had announced around 6 billion yuan in planned investment specifically for live-action production. That is a subsidy for humanness, which tells you something about where the unsubsidised equilibrium sits.
Note the irony. The industry that proved AI video could work at scale is now paying a premium to keep people in front of the camera.
The Daily Guardian's sharpest observation is that “to be continued” has stopped being purely a narrative device and become an engagement mechanism. This is right, and it is worth being precise about why, because the imprecise version of the claim is false.
The cliffhanger has always been commercial. Serial fiction in the nineteenth century was sold by the instalment, and the instalment ended where it did in order to sell the next one. What has changed is not the existence of a commercial motive but the resolution and speed of the feedback.
A Victorian novelist learned about audience response through sales figures arriving weeks later, letters, and the talk of the town. A TikTok creator learns within hours, at the granularity of individual seconds of retention, from a system that is simultaneously the measuring instrument and the distribution channel.
That combination is the actual novelty. The platform does not merely report on what worked. It decides what gets seen, using the same signals, in the same loop, continuously. The first three seconds are not a craft convention that emerged from taste. They are a response to a ranking function. Hold attention past the threshold or the video does not circulate, and if it does not circulate it does not exist.
Under those conditions “unresolved” acquires a specific technical meaning. Resolution is a terminal state. A viewer whose question has been answered is a viewer with permission to leave. So the answer is deferred, not because deferral serves the story, but because the deferral is the unit of production. Another view, another comment, another share, another pass through the ranking system.
None of which makes the resulting stories bad. It makes them selected. There is a difference, and conflating the two is where most commentary on this subject goes wrong. Formulaic serial fiction produced under commercial constraint has given us a great deal that survived: Dickens, radio drama, soap opera, the entire structure of episodic television. Constraint is not the enemy of quality. The question is what the constraint is optimising for, and here it is optimising for a measurable interaction rather than a satisfied reader.
The claim that most needs deflating is the participatory one: that the audience has become an informal writers' room, and that this is new.
It is not new. It is one of the oldest facts about serialised fiction there is.
When sales of Martin Chuzzlewit fell in 1843, Charles Dickens did not hold his nerve and trust the work. In the last chapter of the sixth monthly number, published in June 1843, he shipped his protagonist and his manservant off to America, a plot swerve introduced explicitly to arrest a commercial decline. The resulting satire outraged a great many American readers. The Old Curiosity Shop had already demonstrated the other side of the relationship, with readers in New York reportedly crowding the docks to meet the ship carrying the final instalment.
Radio and television serials formalised the practice. Soap operas ran for decades on audience feedback, recasting, resurrecting and rewriting according to what the post and later the ratings said. Fan fiction turned the audience into an unpaid parallel writers' room operating without permission. And on 12 February 2014, an anonymous Australian programmer launched Twitch Plays Pokémon, in which a crowd controlled a single game through chat commands. Alberto Aleta and Yamir Moreno, who later modelled the event formally, put participation at nearly a million players over more than two weeks. The crowd finished the game, and along the way it spontaneously generated a mythology, complete with deities improvised out of inventory items, that had nothing to do with anything Nintendo wrote. Aleta and Moreno's finding is worth noting on its own terms: the players who deviated from the collective behaviour were essential to the group succeeding at all.
Fruit Love Island ran the same playbook with the machinery made explicit. According to DesignRush's account of the series, viewers voted on which fruit should couple up via Google Forms, and the host read viewer comments aloud inside the episodes. That is a nineteenth-century feedback loop with the postal delay removed, and it is the clearest illustration available of what the Daily Guardian means by an informal writers' room.
So the participatory writers' room is not a product of AI. What AI changes is latency and cost.
Dickens could redirect a plot at monthly intervals, at the price of writing the thing. A soap opera could recast over a season. A generative creator can read the comments on episode four in the evening and publish episode five, incorporating them, before breakfast, at a marginal cost approaching the price of the compute. When the loop tightens to that degree, “responding to the audience” and “being written by the metric” become difficult to tell apart, because the audience's expressed preferences reach the creator pre-filtered by the ranking system that decided which reactions were visible in the first place.
That is the genuinely new thing, and it deserves a better description than participation. The audience is not in the writers' room. The audience is in the training signal.
Why does any of this warrant serious attention rather than amused dismissal? Because of where the money is.
In January 2026, Cody Kommers and Ari Holtzman posted a paper to arXiv titled “AI as Entertainment”. Their argument runs against the industry's own marketing. AI is sold as an intelligence technology, a productivity instrument, a tool for augmenting human capability. Kommers and Holtzman contend that entertainment is an emerging and badly underexamined use case, that AI is already widely adopted for entertainment purposes and especially by young people, and that entertainment will become a major revenue driver for the largest AI companies as they seek returns on enormous infrastructure investment.
They also argue that the field's evaluation frameworks are lopsided, built to measure harms while ignoring cultural benefit, and they propose what they call thick entertainment as an alternative: an approach that asks how AI-generated content contributes to meaning-making, identity formation and social bonding rather than merely how much damage it avoids. Their governing analogy is social media, which was sold as connection technology and became an attention business.
The infrastructure numbers give the thesis its force. Alphabet, Amazon, Meta and Microsoft are collectively expected to spend somewhere around 725 billion dollars in capital expenditure in 2026, up sharply from roughly 410 billion the year before, with the great majority directed at AI infrastructure. Add Oracle and the committed figure across the five largest providers sits in the region of 660 to 690 billion dollars. Analysts are already discussing a trillion-dollar year in 2027.
Capital on that scale requires consumer revenue at a scale that enterprise software subscriptions are unlikely to supply on their own. Entertainment is the only consumer category with a history of absorbing that much attention and converting it into money. Kommers and Holtzman are making a prediction, not reporting a fact, and it should be read as such. But the microdrama numbers suggest the prediction is being tested in the market right now, and the early returns are not ambiguous.
There is an honest caveat to enter here. Whether AI serial video specifically will produce durable revenue remains unproven. Fruit Love Island had 300 million views and its creator said it earned nothing. The most valuable AI-native entertainment company in the world may turn out to be a microdrama app that uses generative tools to cut production costs rather than a studio of autonomous machine storytellers. Attention has been demonstrated. Monetisation has not.
The regulatory response has arrived, and it is aimed at exactly the wrong thing.
Article 50 of the EU AI Act, whose transparency obligations came into application on 2 August 2026, requires that AI-generated or manipulated content be marked in machine-readable form and that deepfakes be disclosed. The Commission adopted guidelines on 20 July 2026 and has been developing an accompanying code of practice. The deepfake rules apply regardless of intent to deceive, and even where no real person is depicted. Content generated and published before 2 August 2026 does not have to be retroactively labelled. Non-compliance can attract fines up to 15 million euros or three per cent of worldwide annual turnover.
Platforms have moved in parallel. TikTok says it has now labelled more than three billion videos as AI-generated, using a combination of C2PA Content Credentials, creator self-labelling and invisible watermarking. It was the first video platform to implement Content Credentials and has joined the C2PA steering committee. In the first quarter of 2026 alone it removed over 86 million fake accounts. YouTube renamed its repetitious content policy to inauthentic content in July 2025, targeting mass-produced and templated material while explicitly permitting AI tools where the finished video carries genuine human-added value.
Every one of these interventions addresses provenance. None addresses structure.
That is the gap the Porter and Machery result opens up. If disclosure reduces appreciation after the fact but does not prevent transportation during it, then a label is a receipt, not a shield. It tells you what you consumed. It does not alter the consuming. Green and Brock's finding that transportation is largely indifferent to fact-versus-fiction labelling suggests the same thing from the other direction. The apparatus we are building is designed to inform a deliberative faculty that was never in charge of the response in the first place.
There is a second problem, which is that labelling regimes and monetisation regimes are pulling against each other in ways that are genuinely confused. Reporting on TikTok's monetisation rules for AI content in 2026 is inconsistent, with different programmes described as banning AI content outright, permitting it if labelled, or permitting it subject to originality requirements. I could not establish a single authoritative answer, and I am not going to pretend otherwise. What is documented is the outcome in the one high-profile case: the biggest AI serial on the platform had twelve of its twenty-two episodes removed and its creator quit citing an absence of revenue.
If the effect of labelling is that compliant AI content is algorithmically suppressed and demonetised, the rational response is not to stop making it. It is to stop labelling it. Transparency rules that impose a distribution penalty create an incentive to evade them, and enforcement against millions of accounts producing hundreds of thousands of items a quarter is not a solved problem.
Meanwhile the culture has issued its verdict, and it is contemptuous.
Merriam-Webster made “slop” its word of the year for 2025, defining it as digital content of low quality produced usually in quantity by artificial intelligence. Macquarie Dictionary in Australia had already chosen “AI slop”, defining it as low-quality content created by generative AI, often containing errors, and not requested by the user. Fruit Love Island was described by critics, more or less universally, as a perfect example of the genre.
The slop framing is useful and also self-serving. Useful, because volume is a real harm: 128,000 dramas a quarter is not a cultural flourishing, it is a denial-of-service attack on discovery, and it does displace people who cannot compete on cost. The Fruit Love Island case carries that charge too. The creator Joy Ofodu, who had been producing original sketches voicing inanimate objects including fruit characters since 2020 at a rate of two or three hundred a year, said publicly that the AI series appeared to have been inspired by her work without credit. Whatever the provenance, that is the structural complaint: the format is cheap to copy and the copy scales faster than the original.
Self-serving, because “slop” lets the critic locate the deficiency in the object rather than in the response. It says the problem is that this stuff is bad. The evidence says the problem is that it works. Three million followers in nine days is not a story about people being fooled. It is a story about narrative structure doing what narrative structure does, in the absence of anyone having meant it.
And the aesthetic objection has an awkward history. Every industrialised narrative form was called slop by someone. Penny dreadfuls, dime novels, pulp magazines, radio serials, soap opera, and the word “soap opera” itself was not a compliment. Some of that material was rubbish and some of it turned out to be the popular art of its century. Contempt is not a prediction.
So return to the viewer at two in the morning, arguing about characters no one wrote.
The honest answer to what it means that stories which move us can be made by something that feels nothing is: less than we would like, and not nothing.
Less than we would like, because the emotional response was never underwritten by the author's sincerity. Propp showed the effects were structural. Wimsatt and Beardsley argued the intention was neither available nor desirable as a standard. Green and Brock showed transportation runs regardless of whether the thing is true. Horton and Wohl showed the intimacy was one-sided from the start. Porter and Machery showed we cannot tell, and that knowing changes our rating rather than our reaction. A person who cries at an AI-generated episode has not made an error. They have discovered something about how narrative always worked, and it is not flattering.
Not nothing, because two things are genuinely at stake, and neither is authenticity.
The first is what the story is for. A human serial optimises for a reader who returns tomorrow. An algorithmic serial optimises for a measurable interaction now. Those objectives overlap substantially, which is why the output is often watchable, but they diverge precisely at the point of resolution. A story written for a person eventually ends, because endings are what make the middle mean anything. A story written for a retention curve has no reason to end, because the ending is the moment the metric goes to zero. What is threatened is not emotional truth. It is closure, and closure is where narrative meaning actually lives.
The second is the disappearance of a counterparty. Serial fiction has always been a negotiation, and the audience has always had a hand in it, from Dickens rerouting Martin Chuzzlewit to save his sales to a Twitch chat improvising a religion. But there was somebody on the other side, with intentions of their own, who could refuse. Dickens sent Martin to America and then wrote the America he wanted to write, at the cost of enraging half a continent. The audience pushed, and something pushed back.
Optimisation does not push back. It converges. Feed a system your reactions and it will give you more of what produced them, and the conversation the Daily Guardian describes between creator, audience, platform and algorithm has, at its far end, no participant capable of saying no. That is the loss, and it is a structural one rather than a spiritual one: not that the machine cannot feel, but that it cannot disagree.
Which suggests the interesting question is not whether we should be moved by machine-made stories. We already are, we always could have been, and the label arrives too late to stop it. The question is whether anything in the loop is still capable of wanting the story to go somewhere other than where the numbers point.
At the moment, the only candidate is the person watching at two in the morning. That is a thinner safeguard than it sounds, and it is the only one on offer.

Tim Green UK-based Systems Theorist & Independent Technology Writer
Tim explores the intersections of artificial intelligence, decentralised cognition, and posthuman ethics. His work, published at smarterarticles.co.uk, challenges dominant narratives of technological progress while proposing interdisciplinary frameworks for collective intelligence and digital stewardship.
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Apple recently announced an upcoming feature for their new Apple Watches called “Audio Intelligence,” which will always be listening to and transcribing conversations in the background and summarizing them at the end of the day. While Apple have implemented some protections and safeguards to protect the privacy of the watch owner, anyone who talks to someone who has an Apple Watch with “Audio Intelligence” enabled could potentially be recorded without their knowledge or consent.
I can see how such a feature could be genuinely useful. Keeping a personal journal, keeping track of what was discussed in business meetings, etc. But I think the privacy implications are serious.
I don’t like the idea that anything I say in a public setting or in a conversation with others could end up in a transcript summary on someone’s personal device. But this is just the latest in a long line of concerns about surveillance as the devices we use become more and more technologically advanced.
In truth, there have been concerns for many years about smartphones, smart speakers like the Amazon Echo, and even smart TVs listening in on us without our knowledge or consent. I've lost track of how many times I've experienced or heard others relate their experiences of how they were discussing a particular topic with a friend or family member and then as soon as they get on Facebook or another social media platform on their smartphone, they see posts and ads featuring the very topic they were discussing.
Meta's AI Glasses have been causing a stir because people who wear them are wearing video cameras that can record everything – and everyone – they see.
OpenAI is developing a wearable device, designed by Johnny Ive of Apple fame, that will no doubt be constantly listening, recording, and transmitting data to OpenAI's servers and who knows where else.
And whether we personally own or use any of these devices ourselves, chances are we will be interacting increasingly more with people who do.
For all the controversy around Flock cameras being installed everywhere, eventually they might become obsolete. Because the surveillance devices won't need to be on top of poles strategically posted in public places. The surveillance devices will be hanging around our necks, in our earbuds, built into our glasses. We will be wearing them, carrying them in their pockets, driving them, etc.
This goes far beyond the breadth and scope of the telescreens George Orwell envisioned in his dystopian novel 1984. And that story did not end well, either.
#100DaysToOffload (No. 167) #tech #privacy
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In Summary: * Today I followed two different college football games closely, from the opening kicks to the ends. Both were satisfying, each in a different way. The first game had IU winning in an absolute romp over Howard, 55 to 0. I'm always happy when my team comes out on top.
The second game was very exciting and close. UTSA won 31 to 26 over North Texas, coming from behind in the final seconds. These two teams kept exchanging leads from the 1st Quarter until the end. Very, very exciting to follow.
There's nothing left on my schedule now for this day other than finishing the prayers and preparing for bed at a comfortable, relaxed pace.
Prayers, etc.: * I have a daily prayer regimen I try to follow throughout the day from early morning, as soon as I roll out of bed, until head hits pillow at night.
Health Metrics: * bw= 225.53 lbs. * bp= 156/89 (62)
Exercise: * morning stretches, balance exercises, kegel pelvic floor exercises, half squats, calf raises, toe raises, wall push-ups, BP breathing exercises, pilates
Diet: * 08:30 – 1 pb&j sandwich * 10:00 – sausage, bacon, fried rice, stuffed omelet. * 18:50 – dish of ice cream
Activities, Chores, etc.: * 06:10 – listen to local news talk radio * 07:05 – bank accounts activity monitored . * 07:30 – read, write, pray, follow news reports from various sources, surf the socials, listen to music, nap * 10:00 – eating a big breakfast while listening to the Hoosier's pregame show * 14:00 – and IU wins big. Final score: Indiana University 55 – Howard 0. * 14:05 – Now tuned into Ticket 760, San Antonio's Sports Station, the UTSA Sports Network, ahead of this afternoon's college football game between the UTSA Roadrunners and the Texas State Bobcats. Opening kickoff scheduled for 2:30 PM CDT. Yes, I'll be listening to the game's radio call here.
Chess: * 15:10 – moved in all pending CC games
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I write, as all others have done who have taken pen in hand, because there are things within me that compel release. Consigning them to paper as one commits dream to memory — or love to marrow and soul. I do this despite knowing the inadequacies of my words and that their failure is in itself ceremony.
I do this also knowing that the appearance of my words here in this vast digital void is also in itself a strangeness. However, I must argue against the assumption that voids are emptiness, filled with a vast nothing. What if these vast spaces of open darkness are not empty at all? What if they too are filled with all of the things we cannot see or have yet to see? What if, deep in the darkness, there were an infinite library of the unspoken, whose writing only appears to the accidental reader who stumbles upon the pages, not by random chance, but for reasons that have yet to reveal themselves?
There are some actions that defy any illusion of futility because what lies beneath is far greater and denser than the material most will ever witness above. For, however incomplete our cosmology, the failure is in the viewing rather than the landscape.
There are also certain things that cannot be written, or at least written as they are. The sacred remains sacred because it is held in the closest of confidences and consulted at every step — trusting that the illusion of absence most see as a void is in fact both mask and medium.
I would also be remiss in not noting that the naming of the unnamed is central to my writing compulsion. This, too, is an inadequate expression partly due to my limited comprehension of what truly is, and my many deficiencies as a writer. An extremely committed amateur in both attendance and participation.
And as is true in life as it is in the act of writing it, I am left with more questions than answers: What if writing is more than just the scrawlings of an ordinary fool writing into the void? And what if the void is more than merely a perceived vacancy of cosmos?
#Intermundia #Excultio
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Notes I Won’t Reread
Someone stopped me while i was walking today. they looked at me, looked stright into my eyes, then they said, “you look tired”.” i fucking know. i know. what the fuck do you want me to say to that? “No, actually, im having a wonderful time!” of course i look tired. i am tired. im fucking exhausted. ive been dealing with bullshits for so long that it has been showing on my face, and somehow that is the thing worth bringing to my attention?. you really think i dont know what i look like? do you think i woke up this morning, looked in the mirror and thought, oh fuck, i look suspiciously well rested today. i cant fucking believe that i went on a walk to breathe. to do my “little activities” while everything else is busy making my life unnecessarily more difficult than it already was. then someone looks at me for five seconds and gives me the groundbreaking the fucking greatest news. that i look tired. Thank you. genuinely. what would i have done without that information? i was seriously worried that i might have accidentally enjoyed the walk. now im reminded that i look as fucking exhausted as fucking miserable as i feel. what was the fucking purpose of that? was i supposed to become less tired because you noticed? “you look tired” yes. and you look like someone who enjoys stating the fucking obvious. congrats, you looked at me you saw that i was tired and decided i needed to hear about that. great. outstanding work.
Im fucking done with this. im fucking done with people pointing out shit thats already fucking obvious and acting like they’ve just solved a mystery. i look tired, fucking brilliant you noticed great awesome. do you want a medal do you want someone to clap because you managed to look at my fucking face and say what was already written all over it? for gods fucking sake, humans. i dont need a fucking commentator following me around narrating my own fucking face. yes, i am tired. yes, i am sick of every fucking thing. there, thats all i fucking needed today. fuck this.
Sincerely, Obviously Fucking tired
from hypocritepoet
Traces how being from Texas shapes you forever, no matter where you go—from childhood jokes about “Texas and everywhere else” to a son’s conflicted pride in his hardworking father. Through memory and reflection, it ties identity to place, work, and the inherited drive to keep learning and making.
The thing about being from somewhere is that you can never not be from there. You an leave, you can put on new clothes and a new accent, but that place will always be a part of you. Like it or not. And me? I’m from Texas. And its the goddamnest place you’ll ever visit.
There’s a joke I learned as a kid, well there are a couple, but the one I always think of is: There’s only two places; Texas and everywhere else. And everyone knows this joke, only in Texas even though we say it with levity, we kind of believe it. Hell, I’ve been other places, amazing places, and as awe-inspiring as they are, there’s always something missing.
It might be the kindness of strangers, or the way people wave in small towns, say howdy or just was we know as mexican food. Sometimes it’s the heat. I’ve stood in the Pantheon in Rome marveling at the largest unsupported occulous in the world and thought, ‘I sure miss the warmth of Texas in November’!
So, being from someplace is in you, it is you. It was part of what Eliza Doolittle struggled with in the film adaptation of Pygmillion, My Fair Lady. Many films, plays and books have been written where the main character lived a lie, trying to be ‘better’ than where they were from, to fit in, please society and impress others. In the end though, they always find the value in who they were born as and why it matters.
I’m no different. For decades, I ran away from who I was. I hated country and western music, eschewed cowboy boots and hats and despised the idea of bucolic paintings of cows and chickens and red barns. Now, all those things exist other places. LOTS of places, but when you’re 10 and your daddy comes home in his boots and hat, all dirtied up from working in the oilfield, or wrangling cattle, well, you either fall in love with, or you decide that’ll never be you.
That sounds cruel; seeing your father and thinking you want to be anything but that. I don’t necessarily mean it that way. There were may qualities my Dad had that I desired: creativity, intelligence, the ability to draw and make things with his hands and imagination. Now, all those qualities, I’ve worked hard to make him proud. But by his own admission, he wanted me to have ‘an office job’ and ‘not come home tired and dirty every day’. That is a sentiment no doubt most parents want. Coupled with a good work ethic and a sense of honesty, I would say it makes for a very respectable man or woman.
One of my first memories of my father is my mother and I taking him lunch when he was working second shift as a tank-manufacturing plant. Now, for the city-types, or anyone not smack in the middle of oil-fields, a tank-manufacturing plant doesn’t make tanks for war, they make varying sizes of vessels to contain oil. Some small, some larger than houses. Massive structures that are nothing but plate steel forged into massive arching shapes and welded seam by seam in to one continuous surface, usually with a manhole or two and whatever ports the buyer requests to get their chemical into and out of the vessel.
And that was my father’s job: welding all of those seams.
On this particular evening, I’m maybe 6 and we drive out to the east side of town, the outskirts back then, and park off the side of an asphalt road that is framed on either side with 6’ wide bar ditches. They handle the rainwater run-off and when it’s not raining, breed mosquitoes.
My mother has prepared something, I don’t know what, and placed into a black steel lunchbox with a thermos. While I poke at the ditches looking for frogs, my dad opens his lunch on the hood of the car and he and my mother chat about something while he eats his sandwich and occasionally asks me a question about what I am doing. Eventually, we end up throwing a tiny-child sized football back and forth.
This event has always puzzled me. My father has never cared for sports. he does not talk about them, watch them, nor have I ever seen him play sports. He says they are waste of time. And I believe him. For the 50 years I’ve known him, it’s only in the last 2 that I’ve seen him ever do anything but go to work, or work at home on various projects. He is a production machine. Make make make. And it’s the process that seems to inspire him. He isn’t interested in drilling down and finding a thing that he can then just rinse and repeat into oblivion. He loves learning how to do new things.
I doubt this is a particularly Texas thing. But it is sure a my-dad thing. And I’m the same way.
It’s why I’ve never liked the idea of being a specialist, master of one thing. I much prefer learning a new process, getting moderately adept at it and then just adding the tool to my box. That comes with a lot of frustration. Constantly relearning fundamental things that masters have long become so accomplished at that they don’t even think of the process.
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Roscoe's Quick Notes

Now listening to the I 35 Rivalry College Football Game between the UTSA Roadrunners and the Texas State Bobcats. The radio call of this game is broadcast over Ticket 760, San Antonio's Sports Station, the UTSA Sports Network.
And the adventure continues.
from hypocritepoet
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We all want To reach escape velocity.
It was man’s First goal After the wheel.
Fast enough Far enough To slip
These surly Bonds.
But once We get there, It takes
Everything We got Just to
Keep from Plummeting Back down
The well.
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Kelly Kintner - Blog
Maybe you need a hand with some music..
Let’s say you’re trying to make a song and you need a little help. Maybe you hear a bass that you don’t have or know how to play, or acoustic guitar, or choir, or maybe you need someone just slightly further along in the mixing process to ask questions or bounce ideas off of. Maybe you need original music for a visual project. I hope I can help.
It’s not you it’s me
I’m trying to be the person that I wanted when I started out. That means that I want to help a lot. I’m not doing it for money. I’m doing it simply to celebrate that I can do it. I think we need more music from the heart out there. I don’t know where a lot of these messages come from that cross my path on the airwaves, but it’s not the heart.
I am easy, and I am rooting for you. But I am not on social media.
Don’t hesitate to give me a buzz if you need a hand. I promise, I won’t bite. I want to help folks make songs they’re proud of. I want to provide music for folks who have a need for it in their video projects and other creative endeavors. I think this stuff is actually more useful than any song I write. Like cooking, if we don’t practice the craft, we lose it. I hope music’s around here every bit as long as we are. I hope I can contribute to that without making a social media profile again.
“The Call”
I’m set up for bass and guitars and vocals at the moment. I got a choir job in Scotland, then I’m free. Who’s next? You?
Email: thekintnersmusic@gmail.com
Let’s make music,
Kelly
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Roscoe's Quick Notes

An early college football game, the Howard Bison playing the IU Hoosiers at Bloomington's Memorial Stadium, starts my Saturday. With its opening kickoff scheduled for 11:00 AM CDT, I'll be looking for pregame coverage on Hoosier Country 105.1, Flagship Station for IU Sports, by 10:00 AM or maybe earlier. GO HOOSIERS!
And the adventure continues.
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Kelly Kintner - Blog
Decisions, decisions
My bass and I are tight now, but we weren’t always. I never really “got” the bass until recently. I still don’t completely get it or anything, but I do get it enough to love it these days. It’s the low-end, it’s a lot of interest, and it’s a handy writing tool. I’ve had the good fortune of jamming with a few amazing bass players. Where they don’t play reveals how clever they are, so when they do play, you tend to listen up. Sometimes the best bass guitar is the one you don’t notice, but you still enjoyed the song. Sometimes a steady bass on the one drives a rhythm like nothing else. It all simply depends on what you decide to do with the thing in your hands.
Low-end interest
Obviously, folks want low-end from bass. Forever, I didn’t really care about making the low-end interesting. I just thought it had to fill out that band of the spectrum of frequencies. I guess I still think that. But I also think, “why not make it interesting?”
Historically, a lot of lower frequencies in popular music have a function-over-style approach. The bass might be on the spot, but it’s often indistinguishable from the rhythm section. Fortunately, for the style of album I’m on now, there’s a little room in the spectrum of frequencies for me to allot some articulation and character to the bass. The bass will not just be felt, it will be heard. I think it’s more interesting..
A Writing Tool
I have discovered the bass to be an indispensable writing tool, and I am not even that great at it. I might write a progression on acoustic guitar, but I might not. I might write a bass line and start singing. I might be stuck on a song on keys or guitar, but the bass being so direct and uncomplicated helps me hit those notes you don’t expect but sound so right. I might find that root, then go learn that chord. With guitar, I can lock myself in. When I feel that, I reach for bass to escape. Sometimes I may be hunting for a zany bridge or breakdown, time to grab a bass. The final song might not even feature bass, but for writing, I still find it very useful to get me out of the corners I paint myself in.
My basses
I have three basses at the moment. I have an Epiphone Jack Casady hollow-body. It has a gorgeous sound if you let the mids out a little bit. You can really hear the hollowness. A lot of hollow-body basses like the Gibson Midtown I used to have don’t seem to have bonus character like the Jack Casady does. The Jack Casady, you can tell it’s a hollow-body instrument. Most hollow-body basses, you can’t.
I have a Peavey Axcelerator – 2 we just inherited. This bass is from the mid-90’s and is All-American made. This bass features a TEK-2 bridge. This bridge is made similar to how a piano works. There’s a big board the fingers from the bridge run to in the middle of the bass. Each string has its own pedestal. This prevents ‘crosstalk’ from string to string on the bridge, but the main thing it does for me that I am wild about is the sustain. You very much get a piano thunk on the low notes with the sustain pedal down sensation. I’ve never gotten tired of that my whole life. It’s every note on this thing. 2 VFL humbuckers seal the deal there. It’s a very solid bass, not very expensive. I will do an entry about the best affordable gear out there soon. This will be in it.
My fretless bass is a custom jobby from the bench of bkbirge. It has dual lipstick Jerry Jones pickups, an Audere preamp system, a jazz body, and a custom headstock. I play this one most often just playing bass by itself. I find the no-fret sensation useful in writing. It feels more like drawing than coloring. That’s what I want: writing tunes. I recommend fretless, also recommend lipsticks from old Danelectros, and also recommend preamps. That bass is an amazing piece of gear. One of my favorite instruments ever.
Fun things to try while recording bass
I find two signals most helpful so far. I have a line running to the board, and a line running to an amp. The concept is I record extra mids from the amp, use a nice clean signal from the board. I make the amp signal wet with the effects I want. I use my ribbon on the amp; it likes the mids. So mixing time, I just bring up the mids track with effects up where it sits right, usually just below the clean track. This gives me the character and articulation I spoke of earlier, but sacrificing no thud. It’s also quick as I am imprinting with effects. So, mixing time, looking at a couple of faders, done.
One of the concepts that helps me play bass is thinking about the low end in history with tubas, trombones, pianos, marimbas, and whatever else. I always learn something by trying to imitate those things. For example, we have a ragtime-feeling song on the record I am working on. My fretless is essentially the trombone in that one. The slides!
I would not have thought this next one to be fun, but I tried it and it sure is! Try putting mics on your electric or hollow-body bass instead of the amp. Just slam the mic up on it. On my hollow body and my fretless, I get acoustic character bringing that into the clean track. I find it very nice for small arrangements that merit it. Mic’ing an electric bass, there you go.
Going forward
I have worked with many wonderful bass players who have helped me learn and develop as a musician. I would say, if I learned a lot from them, chances are they played bass. I want to help someday too. So I will play these basses on our stuff from now on. I am the bass on the album coming Christmas, my bass coming-out party for Kintners’ songs.
Kelly Kintner Editor, Producer
from An Open Letter
I’m honestly really overwhelmed today, I just feel like I haven’t had any energy or motivation for anything. I did no work, and I ended up spending four hours trying to set up all the stuff for my Minecraft event tomorrow. I didn’t finish and I will have to do stuff tomorrow, and I’m exhausted. But I for some reason got motivated to play guitar, and I learned at least how to play parts of sober to death. And now I feel better. Something about just singing and playing the music and really putting your heart into it.
from 3c0
I woke up thinking it was Friday on Thursday morning. That’s the first time in a long time that I woke up a little disoriented and not knowing the days. I attribute it to the fact that I got really upset during a work meeting the evening before (Wed).
I reached a boiling point and allowed myself to get to uncharted levels of frustration. Very unusual for me because anger is not my best suit. Because of the mood swing, I wrote nothing in my journal/diary and sat for a while in that timeless feeling.
I get very aware when my body is upset. My voice cracks. I feel very vulnerable. I feel like my not-self. I note that I haven’t been meditating at a regular time. My routine and discipline is neither here nor there.
I need to create a schedule and routine that includes more silence and meditation throughout my day and certain immovable things like our Fridya meditations.
Ideally, during the weekdays especially, I am meditating before coffee. Before 9am. After a stretch. Then, after a slowed down moment in my bed. Then again, checking-into my body in the middle of my day at 2pm or 3pm. Then once more winding down my evening. It was really lovely in Santa Barbara, meditating in the cold crisp late evenings.
The goal is to find somewhere new to work by December. For now, let’s keep going. Keep being… transparent.
There was a video that showed up on my feed today (now Saturday when I send this off) about how—we are all trying to find an identity, but if our aim is to be more transparent, to be more “nothing”, it will help us find peace.
Applying that to what happened last week. I got angry, because I’ve been so frustrated in my work, not feeling seen, not feeling trusted, not feeling recognized—this is the ego wanting to be a certain form or shape.
So then my anger and defensiveness shot up.
So what if I was just more… transparent?