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@namaah
Multidisciplinary Creative Director | Gen AI Crackerjack | Co-founder, Cowrie Collective | Enthusiasm Enthusiast I like movies, rock music, trees, trivia, cats, comic books, chunky typefaces, drag, dumplings, watching panel shows, and reading in bed.
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Nosferatu/Babygirl double feature is my Barbenheimer
deleting my texts is not enough i need your phone to turn to ash in your hands
i sit here, caught between two infinities--the sea and the sky--feeling small and vast all at once. i breathe in the salty air and feel the weight of everything settle into something lighter. there will be no storms tonight.
crisp cold water laps at the rocks, a lullaby older than language. each wave stretches toward the promenade like itβs reaching for something it canβt quite touch. waves break in whispers, like theyβre telling secrets to the shore. a boat drifts, its light a punctuation mark in the novel of night.
the traffic lights click like metronomes, a radio spills love songs into the street, the wind carries the sound of metal clanging like an unexpected joke. itβs chaos, but itβs yours. the city at night is a love letter written in invisible ink, waiting for dawn to decode it.
somewhere, a bottle shatters in an alley and a car alarm starts singing to it. the wind plays hopscotch with crumpled receipts, and a couple laughs on a balcony, their voices trailing into the dark, like paper planes no one will catch.
gonna take a cheeky midnight stroll by the sea tonight. come along if you please--
the city hums like a refrigerator left open. a siren wails somewhere, a cat knocks over a can, and a man yells at no one in particular.
these are the lullabies we sing ourselves when the stars feel too far away.
enemies to lovers to enemies πͺπͺπͺ
two of my favourite classics and iβve only just now realised that darcy and raskolnikov are the same guyβsocially inept, riddled with guilt, thinks heβs better than everyone, falls apart when a hot girl calls him out on his bullshit.
all the worldβs a satsang and we are all just satsangis, chat
ge-ne-ra-tive ae-aye is
ex-per-i-men-tal
that's-a hai-ku eh
ah that's a good one!
my middle school era poems that i think about at least once a week include sir walter scott's lochinvar, walter de la mare's the listeners, and tennyson's charge of the light brigade
(the poem i was looking up, quite embarrassingly, turned out to be... one of my own)
whilst the newfangledness of it would be most grating at first as most new slang seems to be to people who are far past the age of relevance: "chat" is a fairly good gender-neutral alternative to "guys" when addressing a mixed-gender group
it's giving spiritus mundi
do it if u have guts π€
iβve just been massively roasted by googleβs ai overview for trying to look up an old poem whose words i'm trying to place
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there usually is
ah yeah the good green stuff
ok don't tell anyone, but i think if i were a stone i simply wouldn't roll. moss is great. moss doesnβt compete. it thrives quietly, with a patience that puts time itself to shame.
an antidote for a too-nice day: have a one-sided conversation on your notes app with the person you wish would reach out
16. Working Class History - A meticulously researched podcast that tells the stories of ordinary people shaping extraordinary movements, and celebrates the struggles and victories of workers, activists, and communities worldwide. @wrkclasshistory.bsky.social
workingclasshistory.com/podcast/
15. The Dig - @danieldenvir.bsky.social's podcast covering socialist views on politics, history, and class conflict. A great show overall, with a special mention to 'Thawra', their 19-part series on Arab radicalisms in the 20th century, co-hosted by Abdel Razzaq Takriti.
thedigradio.com/Thawra/
This stunning Hubble image offers the sharpest view of the Orion Nebula ever obtained. Created using 520 different Hubble exposures taken in multiple wavelengths of light, this mosaic contains over one billion pixels. Hubble imaged most of the nebula, but ground-based images were used to fill in the gaps in its observations. The orange color in the image can be attributed to hydrogen, green represents oxygen, and the red represents both sulfur and observations made in infrared light.
Hubble's sharpest view of the Orion Nebula
the most overlooked function of LLMs is that they act as a near-perfect photograph of the human condition--they expose existing biases, are perplexed by heterodoxy, are sometimes capable of profound brilliance and breathtaking enterprise... and their best features keep getting paywalled.
inside me there are two wolves
did you know that you can dramatically improve your morning routine by simply refusing to participate in it
a deeply humbling part of life is the realisation that no matter how much you meditate, you'll still be someone who gets irrationally mad when the bluetooth doesnβt connect fast enough
Sir Mix-a-Lot in his diary while working on writing the first draft of βI Like Big Buttsβ:
public service is my passion π₯°