Black Hats are Dry Clean Only

I sit inside and wait, listening to the end of remarkably bright creatures. Cried because of book and longing I am exhausted as I wait for the best Chinese food around.

I see the characters in the restaurant. Some lady with the snap on sunglass part of her glasses tucked behind her ear. She's turned to the left but it looks like she's staring at me.

An old man with wild hair comes in talking on the phone. Sounds like he's talking about devil drapes he bought on baby goat avenue. Outside i see her parked the wrong way at a red curb with his wife sitting in the passenger seat. He's not here for an order he made, he orders right there. Its going to be a long while.

And while they are characters, so am I. Maybe the guy shouting USA at the world cup noticed a fat guy pushing 50 who takes a small device out of his pocket, holds the end, and earbuds spin down to a usbc adaptor. Maybe im a character too.

Plus - Blueberry yogurt and Blueberry Cobbler Coffee, not mixed together, delightful. Plus - Hearing my wife sing from the other room is the best

Minus - Hearing one of my dogs barking like a dufus because she wants to come in but I'm on a meeting

Plus - Feeling good about a new project at work. I like having the chance to create something

Plus - In this case I was able to find the problem when two other engineers couldn't. Not everything is a competition, but I still feel like I've got some intelligence, so, delightful.

That the real elation isn't just the catharsis of having your feelings evoked, or the inspiration of what you might want to create too. That the elation comes from a shared experience. For a short time, you are experiencing the same things as other people in the world.

You and the other readers, watchers, listeners. There's a sense of oneness that we don't get to have very often. Yet it is what we all seek. If we share, if we're one, then we're not alone, and we're understood. More than anything, baked into our souls, humans want to feel loved, but just as strong and intertwined is wanting to be understood. To feel like we're not alone. That we aren't just huddled in a cave together with strangers, but that we're doing it with people who share the experience, understand us, love us, our friends, our family. Not proximity, oneness.

One of my favorite things is when a band is having a concert and they start playing something none of their fans have ever heard. Then they suddenly switch it from the random notes or fake song and into one of their most beloved hits. The crowd starts confused, then there's that moment where it clicks and they all go fucking wild. They just went on a journey together, oneness. My favorite example if you want to go on the journey too is from Jane's Addiction, the Kettle Whistle live album, Jane Says live. People experience it at concerts, theaters, churches, political rallies...etc Why do you think people set those things up? Why do so many people go and even get influenced by the flood of oneness?

But I believe it's not just the oneness with others sharing the same experience. Or oneness with the author. I believe it's also oneness with the representations.

How many people my age shared in the grief over artex, the wonder over some kids on bikes, or the wish they could find a world in the back of their closet. Not because of the other people who read it, but because you were there with Atreyu and Bastian, with Elliot and ET, and with the Pevensie siblings.

Sometimes the feeling of never being understood, of not being able to adequately describe your soul to others and knowing they don't really know you. That people could like you, but since you don't feel they understand who you really are, that the like can't really matter. They like the you in their own mind maybe. But not you. That feeling can be so god damned bleak that you just sit and stare at nothing.

But I draw some peace from the fact that likely we all feel that way. That nobody truly understands us, and that nobody would ever really love us if they really understood us. That separation, the need for oneness, drives so much of the world. Including the tendency to hide everything that people might judge you and separate you further because of. Despite the fact that if everyone trying to connect could be honest about their flaws and embarrassing journeys it would increase oneness. We could all see that we are walking messes that we won't even know how to clean up. That's part of our oneness as people.

Our documentation is in a variety of digital locations, some open to the client, some internal only. Out of the four places I can think of, each of them have their own AI to assist. There are plans to add an AI to our software so that instead of configuring the software themselves, they'll tell the AI what they want and it will do it.

I have a hard time with the idea of fitting pants over my belly instead of right at my hips. The clear line of separation is at the place where my torso meets my hips.

Food can touch, but I prefer to separate so I can mix and match to come up with different bite experiences, or all mixed in so it's the same one every time.

If asked to define myself, part of who I am exists in the words I've written that I carry with me saved as old files to jeep memories that don't fit in my giant head. A nebulous cloud of experiences that are only partially of flesh,and mostly of spirit and memory shared. Some with the world, and some with a single person.

That too could not be a story. What prose could contain the complex and overwhelming blessing to love and be loved by someone who is a far better person than I. In morality, care, and functionality. She's interesting and full of fire enough to be a character, but far too authentic and intelligent for a lesser writer to pull her off realistically.

So if we are asked to question whether we are living in a simulation. I ask what simulation would come up with my life, my brain, my soul? I shall not even be attributed to the current crop of so called AI which most certainly ly isn't. Mainly because it would create the most normal, the crowd voted regularity. That I am not. And what should I expect from a people that named a wheeled device a hover board. AIs at this stage like the hover board is wish projection, calling something more than what it is to call to ideas we haven't figured out how to make real.