Blog migration, RSS is the GOAT, shadow AI, the "s" thing is a trademark, Ohio is gayer than you think, reflections on OoT, Flock cameras on GTA V, and more
今年で5周年を迎える Mosart。 4人の写真家による写真展を開催します。
写真を中心に、Fediverseや個人のWebについて書く新しいウェブサイト、Dystronixを始めました。
PhotoBook — Osaka Romantics omi kimによる写真集『Osaka Romanti...
The body has its own clocks. What interests me here is the mismatch between the body’s rhythm and the story the working day tells about us. The working day assumes a fairly flat human being: switch on in the morning, remain cognitively available for eight hours, then switch off at an administratively acceptable time. If...
Culture is the expression of states of mind rooted in the effects of behavioural conditioning. Which means culture isn’t merely what a group believes. It’s what repeated behaviour has taught the group to feel. The child learns when to speak and when to shut up. The employee learns which questions are welcome. The soldier learns...
新しい記事「WHERE DO PHOTOGRAPHS BELONG?」を公開しました。 記事上部のボタンから、英語版に切り替えることができます。
Time is a nonrenewable resource, but that language can make a life sound like a battery slowly running down. Use it wisely. Don’t waste a drop. Extract maximum value before the whole operation shuts down. There’s truth in the warning, but also a trap. The moment we call time a resource, the manager in the...
An accessible graduate-level overview of pragmatism's major thinkers, contested lineages, theories of truth and inquiry, and uses for humanities and social-science research.
What if? Two small words with a hinge between them. Most questions ask us to account for the world as it is. What happened? Why did it happen? What should I do about it? Useful questions, but they keep us inside the existing map. What if? takes a pencil to the border and wonders whether...
When your own life has a voice I haven’t watched My Brilliant Career yet, so I can’t say much about Sybylla Melvyn herself. But Srila Devi’s reflection on the character left me sitting with one question: What makes a person dare to live so freely? Srila writes that other people often describe her as courageous...
Welcome to my blog! I’ve been thinking about starting my own blog for a long time, but I kept putting it off. After spending way too much time setting it up and fine-tuning it, it’s finally time to get started! Although I’m talkative in real life, I’ve always been pretty brief online. I preferred to...
I tried browser-side semantic search on thewhitestonefoundation.org after reading Ken Hawkins, measured it against my actual readers, and replaced it with Pagefind. The idea was still right.
If I never post again it's because lesswrong and a bunch of obsidian devs ganged up to lunch me
ギャラリー写真のページに、カメラや撮影設定、ロケーションなどの情報を追加しました。少しずつですが、ギャラリーを充実させています。
On the drive down to Bristol this morning, I was listening to a 90's mix. Two tunes caught my attention, One Headlight by The Wallflowers and Public Enemy's He Got Game featuring Stephen Stills. I'll deal with He Got Game in another post. Here's the Wallflower line that poked me in the eye: “Man, I...
写真を探すのをやめると、街はいつも何かを語り始める。
写真は、あえて説明しない方が面白くなることもある。 ⁂ Fediverse + AT Protocol Rea...
I’m becoming less interested in self-improvement and more interested in self-possession. To cherish myself.To trust the animal intelligence of intuition and instinct.To stop treating my time as though it were endlessly renewable. And to keep death somewhere in the room. Not as a threat. As a clarifying presence. Mortality burns away a lot of bullshit....
We forget a lot of the past. We are confused about the present and we are ignorant about the future. There’s a brutal little epistemology in that sentence: We forget much of the past.We’re confused about the present.We’re ignorant of the future. And yet we conduct ourselves as though we possess all three. We turn...
I was looking at a list of NLP presuppositions on the screen when one of those old correspondences lit up again. NLP asks us to work with ideas such as the map is not the territory, there is no failure, only feedback, and people have the resources they need. These aren’t final descriptions of reality....
For me the word “magic” includes not just ceremonial magic, the occult, Thelema, Chaos magick, witchcraft etc, but also astrology, tarot and all forms of divination, most alternative healing systems and self-development processes such as individuation, NLP, Scientology etc. I also think that marketing and advertising and most forms of psychological therapy are basically practical...
Doubt is the beginning of wisdom. Not because doubt is wise in itself. Doubt can become a hiding place, a way of endlessly checking the map so you never have to take the road. It can hollow out conviction until every choice feels equally suspect. There’s nothing especially noble about paralysis. But doubt creates the...
Another one for the shop... History has a habit of circling back when memory goes missing. This distressed graffiti design reworks George Santayana’s warning — “Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it” — as a piece of street-level philosophy in red, black and bone. For readers, history buffs, teachers, thinkers...
What catches me here isn’t really the Musk material, though I can see why it became the editorial tripwire. The live wire is the phrase “the yoga of hope.” Not optimism. Not reassurance. Not forcing yourself to believe history is secretly moving towards the light. A yoga is a practice of returning: attention brought back...
Some people want to kill time, as if the hours were an enemy to be disposed of. They scroll, distract themselves, wait for something better to begin. But killing time is a strange ambition. Time and life arrive as the same substance. You can’t murder one without wounding the other. Others want to sidestep time....
Intimacy requires an equal amount of risk and authenticity. Or perhaps intimacy begins where authenticity becomes risky. It’s easy enough to be authentic when nothing’s at stake. I can tell you the parts of myself I’ve already accepted, the stories I know how to tell, the wounds that have healed cleanly enough to be shown...
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All you need is a free text editor and a hosting bill...the indieweb is punk is the vibe I'm feeling: We Own the Masters Now In the old days, the music industry owned the masters, the distribution, the airwaves. You made the music; they made the money and decided if anyone got to hear it....
Virus of the spirit. The phrase gets under my skin. It folds biology, information, psychology and magic into a single image: something enters a host, borrows the host’s machinery and reproduces itself. If the host is a person, the machinery is attention, memory, desire, fear, identity and language. A thought enters through a parent’s warning,...
"I know not should." Hamlet never says this, of course. His actual line is “I know not ‘seems,’” spoken to a mother who thinks his grief has lasted long enough. But let's change the word to "should" and play with that. Because Hamlet does know should. The ghost tells him what a son should do....
I think I just clocked the true nature of gratitude. The thought came to me on the drive into Leamington Spa while I was listening to Conversations with God. I was thinking about prayer, and about the strange contradiction buried inside supplication. When I pray for something, there is often another sentence hiding beneath the...
A thought from Kim Toffoletti’s Cyborgs and Barbie Dolls has me thinking.. Toffoletti takes Barbie, that plastic emblem of manufactured femininity, and asks us to see her as something stranger than a bad representation of a real woman. What if Barbie isn’t trying to be real? What sort of creature does she become once we...
I started reading Thee Psychick Bible this morning. It is a strange beast. The book gathers the writings of Genesis Breyer P-Orridge and Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth, the experimental network known as TOPY. It moves between occult manual, countercultural manifesto, memoir and the paper trail left by a community trying to find out whether...
A small little snippet of findings while learning Gleam
This morning I am sitting in Bonnie, our caravan, with a cup of coffee and Dorothy Wordsworth’s The Grasmere and Alfoxden Journals open in front of me. We are in a field near Ashbourne on our first trip away in her. Dorothy is writing about walks, weather, meals, visitors, William, and the small movements of...
Meet me in NYC — the TIDEL Symposium, October 1
September 11–13, 2026: the Alfie Jacques Ambassador Award Dinner, the Restore Our Sacred Lake 5K, and the 11th Annual Haudenosaunee Wooden Stick Festival return to Onondaga Lake. Here's what to know.
Reading Tools for Thought, I keep coming back to Alan Kay’s idea of the computer as a fantasy amplifier. It’s such a different way of answering the question: what are computers for? Not productivity machines. Not devices for writing more emails, managing calendars, filling in spreadsheets or shaving another twenty minutes off the working day....
We talk about consuming books, as though reading were a kind of nutritional exercise: pages in, knowledge out. But the best reading has never felt like consumption to me. It feels more like entering into correspondence with another consciousness across space and time. A conversation where one voice has the strange advantage of having thought...
Discussing how public sector systems and platforms possess educative tendencies. Exploring diagnostic tools to express structural actors and usage to identify pedagogical paths forward in rescuing faulty systems. Blending global Indigenous frameworks of what it means to be living and examining the moral implications of creating sentience within modern technology.
The air has changed. I almost don't want to say it out loud, as if naming it might hurry things along, but there was a trace of winter under the morning. It wasn't cold. The air had acquired an edge, just enough to remind me that the year is already leaning towards another season. Where...
There is a will inside us that is older than thought. It moves beneath the surface of the personality, beneath preference, fear and habit, carrying an intention we may only dimly perceive. We feel it as a pull, a recurring image, a quiet insistence that returns even after we have ignored it. Something in us...
There is no universal right way to live, but the platforms keep presenting life as if there were. Facebook, TikTok, and Instagram turn existence into a hall of mirrors. Someone is travelling more, earning more, healing faster, raising better children, building a cleaner morning routine, finding their purpose, buying the van, leaving the city, moving...
I picked up an old book this morning: Perceiving Ordinary Magic: Science and Intuitive Wisdom by Jeremy Hayward. The cover is a blue corridor of repeating geometry, the kind of image that used to promise either a difficult physics lecture or a trip through somebody else’s consciousness. Somewhere in its opening territory, Hayward pointed me...
Sepulchral art offers insights into historical Northern European attitudes toward mortality.
I keep seeing headlines about the new rules of attention, usually written by somebody who wants to sell a better way of getting hold of it. The old rules were blunt enough. Interrupt people. Startle them. Keep them scrolling. Learn which colours, fears, desires and half-conscious wounds make a thumb hesitate for a second longer....
Yesterday, on a Wisdom Walk, I realised I had been spending my attention in three directions at once. Part of me had gone backwards, picking over old choices and wishing I had chosen differently. Part had gone forwards, trying to get ahead of outcomes I cannot know. The rest kept looking for a side door...
Rheingold's Tools for Thought has me asking an old question again:: what are computers for? For a long time the answer seemed settled. Computers were calculators, then office machines, then portals into a giant shopping centre with a comment section. We learned to treat them as appliances that happened to demand more and more of...