thanks hentrich for uploading the backup archive of this site.
Thank you, Ibra, for requesting and suggesting it. There are many banging their heads against the wall with sophisticated Python code to archive their "experiencible" objects, and yet you came up with the quick, down, and dirty solution: crawl, compress, upload ----> download, extract: browse in peace even with no internet access, with no care of "real time" --- for what is real time? I wish we could speak as though we were already dead, as sensitive human beings with a developed sense of how life unravels from memory to dust.
That text "Denial of Death" is helping me face the actual terror of living with astonishment rather than crippling anxiety. I am not much for "psychoanalysis," but this Ernest Becker lays it out bare as Schopenhauer did. Life is terror for a human organism due to our fragility, sensitivity, and (especially as infants) total dependence upon parents for survival.
This must leave some inpression on us all, no? I've been feeling a little more compassionate lately, maybe from realizing that we could learn a thing or two from the "stupid" who have no need to repress this existential terror since they don't experience it. No, I think it is more likely that ALL experience the terror of being human, but the most intellectually courageous (or mad, insane) dare alllow themselves to really experience themselves as creatures HONESTLY. We would be too terrofied, too terrified to function, paralyzed with fear of our own predicament: freaking out, tripping .... you know, I am some kind of comedian in my own head. That's how I have learned to cope with the awareness of the "terror of living."
The oceans are so very powerful. What man would be a braggart standing on small vessel with raging waves?
I'd take your approach of minimalism (cmdline calculators) anytime instead of the code monkeys. well, my mind is a toast and maybe programming is not my thing.
Yes, I'm afraid I'm not interested in the "mobile-look" - the integrated GUI-Google-Mobile Interface experience that the gorts are brainwashed into navigating via their entertainment suites. Thankfully, I prefer not to expend any energy whatsoever conforming my interests to suit the tastes and demands of such consumers and industries. As far as I'm concerned, I am already dead to society ... or, that's what it "feels" like from my perspective, as an honest man in a society built on layer upon layer of gimmicks. It's a wonder I haven't gone bonckers yet, or I have gone nuts and am repressing the awareness of my insanity in order to sidestep the terror.
Yes, I find that tinkering around creating command line programs tailored to one's own peculiar interests can be very satisfying. I am afraid I am not much of a team player, so those large projects which require submitting to Head Ego in Charge may be problematic. Imagine submitting your intellect to another. Human beings must prostitute their minds to advance in the social hierarchies. I don't know.
The only hero in such a world is the one who can look at reality, be terrified, be depressed, and allow oneself to experience coherent madness. How clever can we ever be with words?
Add to the list of terrors: these mental disciplines: physics, mathematics, computer science ---- what honest man would trust any liar who presents himself as a master of such "disciplines" ? At what point do we allow ourselves to fully contemplate that no one individual human being can cope with the "knowledge of the ages" ---
I break code up ... write it down with pencil ... tinker inside gdb debugger using "whatis" often to inspect types, inspecting things. I am an outsider and a freak, but I am trying to make some leaps and bounds to see if I can retrain my brain to code with the standard ... and to see about how I might incorporate this. I am no professional, just a man who finds the stuff interesting (to say the least). Other than that I am of an ape-like species facing existential meltdown. As a species, something is not right, no? There is an excess if evil. What is this thing called a "personality" that comes up with a "philosophy" to make some sense of anything?
There is very little real honesty in human interactions, normally. It is rare. Here, we have nothing to lose or gain, so we can let it rip as if we were just ghosts.
I will study some programming and prepare my mind for death, somehow. We all have to prepare ourselves to disintergate into tin air. This could be fun? I don't think it will be fun.
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Speaking of ghosts, I recall when my maternal grandmother gave me a snide insult on one Father's Day where all the cousins were gathered. I am the oldest male, but the one without any "offspring". My grandmother served my "cake" last with the snide remark, "You're not a father so you get served last."
It is disrespectful to hold such grudges - sorry, I suppose. That's another thing Denial of Death covers: these feelings of guilt over our inner hostilities toward kin, starting with conflicting feelings toward parents. HA! What a rollercoaster ride from Hell for all of us!