In 100,000 years an alien ship enters our solar system. The earth has no remarkable intelligent life, but it's a beautiful biodiverse planet recovering from some bad extinctions. The aliens don't notice the traces left by humanity right away, this is just a survey trip and not much monumental remains.
But, they do pick up a signal, coming not from Earth, but from Mars. "How strange?" they think. Mars is obviously the inferior planet for life. Earth is incredible. But they go to investigate. 1/
I'm like a cartoon dog for coffee. I just walked into a room where someone had fresh coffee and I closed my eyes, my toes gently lifted off the ground, and a curling finger of scent drew me across the room to the french press.
I realize this is a basic and normie opinion. I realize that I am celebrating my cheap, legal stimulant. I don't care.
Coffee is better than posting hot takes for internet strangers.
You need to be rugpull maxxing. You need to be establishing rapport. You need to be laying down a conversational ethos. You need to be firm but respectful until you see a SQUIRREL
Harlan Ellison once observed that the problem with internet arguments is that the person who replies last loses. You can avoid this by the technicality of roping someone along in an argument until you switch into talking like a cartoon dog.
I had a week of completely dead productivity and writer's block. So then I decided to say "fuck it" and go back in on my caffeine-based strategy and IT IS WORKING.
Aesthetic experience is the sign-vehicle waving around in the breeze, all flaunty and sanguine in its rhematic firstness.
I'm sick of hearing slander against kicking the can down the road. Sometimes that is the very best solution. The road is long and the can can be kicked an indefinite number of times.
Brushing your teeth is kicking the can down the road.
Going to bed on time is kicking the can down the road.
Paying your bills is kicking the can down the road.
Nowhere is it written that there is always going to be an elegant, perfect solution, a sliceable gordian knot that holds together all of our ills.
Humanist interested in the consequences of the machine on intellectual history.