I like moratoriums: it’s wise to take time to figure things out before banning or permitting them outright. A tactical pause, if you will.

The command line is quick, simple, and resource-efficient. Whenever reasonable, I use it instead of a GUI.

It is now also a place to read my posts thru the seventies-era text-based protocol Finger — a nice backup option to have in case something happens to this website.

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European clocks will be dialled forward by one hour tonight. This clock-switching ritual is not just pointless, but also deadly: heart attacks rise by about 24% in the days after the spring forward. Let tonight be the last time that it ever happens (and not because we end up in a nuclear holocaust).

In any case, it is best to focus on natural rhythms — like heartbeats, sleepiness, the sun’s position, and outdoor brightness — instead of paying heed to the clock time. Alarm clocks destroy sleep quality by agitating the body into overriding its ideals; I’ve actually had a nightmare about having to wake up to one.

After hearing about the UK’s intent to supply Ukraine with uranium-filled shells, I first thought that it was fake-news clickbait or satire. But it is true.

Depleted or not, uranium is a toxic contaminant that causes cancers & birth defects, and which takes thousands of years to break down after dissemination. True hellraisers, these so-called strategists.

This latest decision is total proof that they do not actually care about the Ukrainians and their supposed land. The conflict is being dragged on merely to normalise permanent deprivation (and to launder money in the process).

It is a part of the 2030 agenda: toxic and infertile soil leads to less available land, which leads to less real food, and thus to having more power over the people, including the ability to push us into smart prison cities.

The warmongers must be stopped before they turn the already enormous suffering, destruction, and death into World War 3.

Sometimes, modern art is so bad it’s good:

The industrial smell of London brings me a kind of euphoria that I don’t feel in any other circumstance.

Outside of London, I sense this smell only a couple of times per year for no more than a minute.

I fondly remember having uniquely good vibrations in two unlikely circumstances of the recent past:

• living in an Italian-language field school just before the first lockdown, with air filled by the smell of a certain soap;
• feeling that January 6th and the crypto bull-run were about to upgrade the world, with ears tuned to eighties’ disco.

René Descartes: I think, therefore I am.

Robert Blinov: I dreamt, therefore I slept.

The best ideas never come in front of a computer.

What Joe Rogan achieves thru weed, I achieve by going for a walk. Looking up at the sky expands consciousness, while breathing fresh air heals and nurtures the mind. New ideas come almost immediately.

If indoors, keep windows open for as much as possible. If feeling drowsy during the day, take a walk, not a nap. Living in the country makes being outdoors the default.

Many lockdown-era deaths are likely a result of reduced fresh-air exposure.

As a cherry on top, I’ll throw in a mystical explanation for why fresh air improves thinking: outdoors, we have higher exposure to the omnipresent cosmic ether — the supermind that binds everything in the multiverse. (Anything can be argued using anything.)