Intro Bon Iver is easily one of my favorite artists. So much so that I love singing along with the songs. Sadly, my musical chops are not enough to fully recreate or even do these complex songs justice. However, I do what I can and a friend told me they liked the stripped down, simple versions that I do. So here’s a collection of all the ones I’ve done so far.
This book took me by surprise with how much I enjoyed it. The book starts out kind of slow, but once I got around half way through it, it really picked up. A large part of this is that it’s very similar to cyberpunk books, where it just throws you into the setting and very slowly reveals things. Characters will talk about events and things like they normally would. They don’t need to explain these concepts to each other, they’re already very familiar with them.
It started out harmless, just a passing fad. A silly little book that called what we did horrible and tried to convince everyone to turn against us. But we knew it wouldn’t work. We controlled the hordes. They thought as we wanted them to think, bought what we influenced them to buy. We wouldn’t have even bothered in fighting it, except for what the data told us. Those who read the book stopped using our platforms.
A lot of people at work have been asking me how I set up my terminal, so I wrote this up to send to them. Hope you enjoy! Install ZSH The shell I use is zsh. To install it, follow these instructions Install oh-my-zsh oh-my-zsh is a plugin/theming library thingie for zsh. Follow these instructions to install Make sure to take a look at the plugins and enable any that might be useful for you.
We knew we only had a short time to slay it once we had entered its lair. It would sense us there, start to wake itself up from its slumber to deal with us. The waking up was slow, but we had to get there before it finished, oh god we had to. Benjamin was the first to go. He led us forward, faster and faster until his life was cut short by a spear from the ceiling.
I pull my rental car into the space. I don’t even notice the smell of cigarettes the car is caked in anymore. Wearily, I get out and walk towards the shopping complex. Somewhere in there is a burger joint, and all I want right now is a burger. And some friends to have dinner with. No, I push that thought out of my mind. I’m an adult. I should be able to handle a meal on my own.
“And so, no one has any idea what it is about?” “How could we? All of our attempts to study Dr. Barom’s final work have been unsuccessful so far.” The two men sat across from each other in Dr. Walters’s study, the great oak desk between them. “To call our attempts catastrophic would be an understatement,” Dr. Walters continued, “Two senior members of faculty and six grad students, soon to be seven, dead by their own hands.
Balance. All of life is a terrifying balancing act. Never will we ever be “happy” completely and utterly. Maybe for a moment, but that moment is ultimately going to go away. Balance. Every action we take will cause a ripple effect that cause some things in our life to be better, and some things to be worse. Life is just constantly trying to find the right thing to tip the balance to where it needs to be.
Veni, vidi, vici, he said when he conquered the world. I came, I saw, I conquered. But what did They say? Ubique sumus, videmus omnia, omnes nos habent? We are everywhere, we see all, we own all? They’ve trained us not to see them, but They’re there. Whispering in the background, telling people what to do. They’ve got us all wrapped around Their fingers. Their long, creepy fingers. I’ve only seen Their fingers once.
Listen - none of this is steeped in reality. I’ve never understood the real world. All I know is my own perception of the world. And even that is tenuous and changing. So I guess I don’t even know that. Why even write? I don’t know that either. I know stories. I read them, watch them, play them, invent them all the time. But do stories convey anything about meaning? Are stories real?