No Apple Watch. Phone was just sitting in the room charging. Finished vacuuming and bam - Dyson Vacuum Ad
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It’s not the first time this has happened but definitely the most extreme case where I’d been alone for an extended time (during Covid) and the ad was pretty much immediately after vacuuming.
Of course no proof but like the saying if it looks like a duck and sounds like a duck etc
I hadn’t even ever said the word ‘vacuum’ - iPhone literally seemed to have cued the sound of the machine in the background. And mind you it’s an iPhone 7 with few apps & not some Pro Max future phone ..
From that moment I’ve been convinced 100% microphones listening, cameras probs watching.
Thanks for the heads up, though, will choose a new link color tomorrow
https://blondyn.com/lolpop.html
I actually randomly started adopting a very similar reading model with my short story series just yesterday, though with incorporating ~ 3 ad units per short story.
I’ve thought about testing this out for a bit, & while the idea of “inline-ads” sounds way-distracting, it does somewhat fit in with the “Pop Art” style literature of these short stories
Any feedback / critique super appreciated
“Let’s hit it.”
Bby grl said so to Bookie, her bodyguard accountant, who punched the big-speaker’d stereo.
Bad-ass funk bopped out the boom-box. The couple cut out the apartment, down the elevator, into the city.
The two shuf-step’d down the block — going shopping, tune-bumping on the walk.
Speakerboxxx was on Bookie’s right shoulder.
On his left was an armoire of drawers cuz some days that bby grl really bought clothes.
“With fashion, there’s only the Present.”
It was an outlook she played by ever since a wee orphan, growing up all on her own on New York City streets.
It all started @ age sixteen, when bby grl thought enough peeps looked her way to throw a hat down, pose kitty.
Most folks did pass by looking.
One tossed her two tokens, Knox Golden.
And then one noontime a limousine pulled up.
bby grl said she’d only take a ride to negotiate a Modeling Contract to her liking.
Next day she was showcasing new styles, live-modeling her Oliver Twist origins on the streets.
Cameras snapped, coins stacked.
Shows & shoots kept booking.
But on any day she had free, her most favorite thing to do was to go shopping & bby grl always got hers from London Thrift.
The warehouse was nondescript, black steel & rusty, tucked away in Chelsea.
On the door, Bookie knuckle-knocked specially. Door opened.
bby grl dash-stepped inside, aisle-strolling, not so pleased w/ the viewing.
“This wear’s neither here or there.”
Didn’t take bby grl but seconds to see what to her was worth wearing.
“Wasting my time ..” she sighed.
as bby grl didn’t sport just anything, but outfit & accessory so vivid, her own.
“This thrift reminds me of dish-soap.” she reflected, “Soapy watered-down colored fabrics, cut in odd ways.”
Her words cut to the bone of the LT mgmt but somedays @ a thrift shop, best in show just wasn’t in stock.
She ran her hand through a rack of blouses, pushed it over.
“Whoops.”
& that bby grl sure was dramatic but entertainment was her biz & she was bored, mostly.
“Kidding me.”
She stopped by a neon color’d raincoat, reached into the pocket, pulling out — “Yesterday’s Paper, literally.”
In her hand was the Times from yesterday; London Thrift, a local treasury.
At this point, she screamed as shopping with Excalibur taste, even for bby grl, became overwhelming.
“Bookie’ve you a cigarette?”
Bookie had two packs, & handed bby grl one of hers.
bby grl took a sec, lit up right there, aisle 9.
Bookie lit up, too.
He fucking hated shopping.
Would crush skulls to get out of going but somebody had to carry bby grl’s latest & bby boy sure wouldn’t do so.
She blew a cloud of smoke, long & slow. Felt nicotine.
Suddenly, was noticing —
“Y’see that?”
She was pointing her red hot cigarette-tip to a distant clothes-bin
w/ vision for one in a million.
“Hold this.”
Next thing, bby grl was reaching her arms up.
Bookie was breathing-in a long drag when she jumped — flew — up through London Thrift.
Arcing over, she dove in a clothes-bin of denim.
The LT mgmt ran up to watch as bby grl, enmeshed in an ocean of shades, electric-eeled her body, direction × rhythm towards which she envisioned.
And it’s worth mentioning that swimming through clothes just came to bby grl naturally.
Suddenly!
Blow-holing out the Denim Sea, crowned atop a fount of blue, bby girl, aerial flipping through the thrift store, landing right beside Bookie, raising up the Blue-Jean Baby Blue Jeans she’d found.
“What Stevie Nicks wore in Dreams ..”
Having fished out proper vintage, she stepped behind a calligraphy screen,
right-quick, slipped into the jeans.
Reaching in her blue-jean back-pocket, she pulled out a Walkie Talkie, pressed & held the button, which connected her to the intercom:
“Bring in the real, please.”
Along an aisle of ‘Lost Sock’ Collection Boxes, an Arabian Tent was opening.
A Merchant was unveiling barrels where like gems, exquisite garments were cached.
“Goods from the Silk Road ..” said the Merchant.
Some days Exotic Fashion happened bby grl’s way.
she didn’t take it for granted.
without delay she pinged like a lazr b/w the articles, discerning eye yay-nay imprompt-choosing.
She cast her choice fashion through the air.
Rainbowing-up from the bazaar, colorful fabrics yonder-flying across London Thrift.
@ it’s end was Bookie, dash-running around mad w/ armoire, catching outfits, teeth bit through both his cig & bby’s.
Somehow, he was managing to catch every last piece of fashion — until a red-white striped top-hat landed in the top-drawer.
Bookie slammed all four drawers shut fast.
“Miss,” he said, “No more fashion will fit.”
& bby grl didn’t never not once want to quit when shopped hot on a spree.
“But it’s like that.”
& she did, after-all, much appreciate all the trouble Bookie’d gone to to catch her fashion in the drawers so neat.
“So let’s book it.”
bby grl walked out London Thrift.
@ the counter, Bookie reached in his pocket, pulled out / dropped a sack of gold coins, jubilant to be done shopping.
“By the way,” bby grl was saying to Bookie, “When we get back to the apt we’ve got to go shopping @ bby gap w/ bby boy.”
as so hearing Bookie thought to smash down the armoire into a blaze of incredible fire, but bby’s style counted on him & so he self-controlled & tantrum-contained
//for every generation, there’s a bby
Yes - pretty much exactly like that.
To make an analogy, kind of like “cryptopunks” in the world of crypto - except instead of “images” you buy & use as profile pictures, these characters have “behaviors, traits, persona, etc.” (revealed in the story) that a wannabe writer can reinvent & use to write an original short story, movie, novel etc. (but has to be copyleft licensed CC BY-SA)
> Somewhat related: Before launching the "What if?" serie in https://what-if.xkcd.com/ he wrote the first five stories just to be sure that following his idea it was possible to write some interesting post.
I have written 2 part short stories, but your idea of connecting “unrelated” short stories sounds a next step
The stories are pretty good .. maybe I should make more of them free? I have zero lit community to talk to about this so I do much appreciate you helping me “conceptualize” this & providing the resources by which to offer comparisons / explanation..
Maybe I’ll just give them all away for free. (Almost am at that point anyway) In any case, will share with you in comment a short story I wrote to give you an idea the kind of story. Thanks again - and if you’ve any more thoughts I’ll check by here
Enjoy your Sunday
It seems I need to make things more clear, but also, I just finally (yesterday) created the tags (build-a-block) categories, and haven’t yet started creating / organizing the blocks.
The idea is copyleft creation of literature / movies / plays, anything really.
I’ve been writing a short story series. While the short story is copyright, the characters themselves (which will be featured on blog) will be copyleft (CC BY-SA 4.0) which means you can create with/ reinvent them & sell them commercial
Say you want to be a writer & you want to do your own short story or make a film or reinvent a certain character from one of these short stories for a novel - you can legally do this & resell.
The overarching idea is Linux for storytelling / build your own distro
And demonstrated in a “microblog” format, where the “build-a-blocks” (reworkable writes) make for succinct posts that convey the basic elements.
Probably a best / good use case is in terms of “character-bank” - lotss (so far ~ 60+) of fiction story characters that can be reinvented / reimagined / evolved
Any thoughts on how I can maybe convey that in a more “accessible / succinct” manner?
In any case thanks again :)
I just made that build-a-blocks.html page/file today, so the essence has yet to come
But the idea is basically Linux for literature (or creative writing)
In any case thanks for checking it out
I get that my posts are not so favored here, but I do believe I am doing one of the more “interesting” things in scope of collab. creative writing in terms of “story” / literature
Posted today twice -
Show HN: Build-a-Blocks, a Copyleft Creative Writing Platform [1]
both times, didn’t show up on multiple devices under “new” section of HN
sad because am making quality effort
That said, definitely haven’t made any financial gains in the world of writing, and “optimizing” for weird, based on firsthand experience , doesn’t quite ring as sage advice
If you want to “make it as a writer,” and unless you’re kinda hardcore about it, it may be a better idea to start a podcast / real-time capture your journey as a writer (while writing.)
Printed text (books) requires work to access and usually doesn’t do a great job marketing itself / has “low-virality.”
Reading is work; watching / listening is easy, maybe even relaxing.
Beyond your average interview podcast, pursuing a career as a writer & sharing that work via podcast is a direction I personally haven’t yet seen explored at length
Am also of opinion that Led Zeppelin’s simultaneously the greatest rock n roll band ever. (And Waters such a great writer also)
Probably just a lil xtra-bitter about the prospect of an electric Dylan album after blonde on blonde being hinted at yet not happening but probably was time
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=EvHq5UTRldo
~ 7:30 ~
Interviewer: “and we’re flying low over New York City ..”
Bob: “flying low?”
Interviewer: “yeah .. aren’t we flying low ?”
Bob: yeah. Did you notify Albert Grossman we were going to fly low?
Interviewer: “no I didn’t notify Albert grossman - whose Albert grossman?”
Bob: he’s my uh pepper maker. He makes all the pepper & keeps a good supply of um bandages ..”
(sounds like burnout)
The album that would have come after Blonde On Blonde (hinted at on Eat The Document (1/2) would have been like angels on ze livewire)
[1]
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_j-1n5g8fM0
[2]
https://m.facebook.com/vidclosetphx/videos/2709040459351627/
Maybe by enabling the ability to have a variety of different media, (notes, tweets, pics, videos, etc.) all linked / connected via ledger, that could display on a digital frame & cycle through / play them
“A memory” could be any piece of media worthy of preserving (even a screenshot of something read on a smartphone, for instance)
A blockchain solution could be perhaps helpful because it would allow one to create a “chain” of memories .. in other words, it could make a record of each media piece added to the “ledger of collectibles” .. maybe even treat the collection as some kind of immutable package
I currently use xfce4 with Ubuntu but have been considering putting FreeBSD on an old laptop
This is actually the exact feedback I needed to help me hone focus beyond this
Thank you
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down the rabbit hole
Nifty / Alice
//NFT 2.0
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beyond the dungeon
the lamp
//Aladdin Exponential
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a new coin
æ
//a new build
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ft writes
OG × jb
//3.0 stylz
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kinda lingo
like a language
//kinda bingo
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keyterms for blockstacks, 2.0
writebyte == 1 solo byte of type;
build-a-block == 3 parallel lines/parts/bars of type, top-down stacked together;
blockstack == a knit collection of 7 or more QTs, connected with a “++ top-bottom bond”
//creative programming language; yang
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barz
fort knox blocks
//bricks w/ build (another 1)
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just to say
know this demo is random & maybe curious but decided to experiment beyond the typical “forum-level nature of interaction” by typing some these out, with respect to experimentation
//enjoy the day ;)
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Yeah I started blogging like this
To me it’s a combination of something between
- a haiku
- an equation
- & a quick way to take a note
Sometimes I think of something & want to stay focused on what I’m doing, but will kick myself later if I don’t write it down, so I’ve gotten in a habit of writing “quiknotes” in quantities of “3s”
(3 lines generally, but more specifically just 3 parts)
Maybe someone someday will make an App or even some form of RSS tech to aggregate ideas for the purpose of readily accessible form of “idea-share”
Maybe a newsletter is tech enough?
Could be cool for copyleft creativity .. i.e.:
- sharing ideas for essays
- characters/plots for short stories
- or just microblogging
Know essentially it’s nothing new but also seems like a beginning towards a “linux-style” form of writing
Also! I don’t mean / do not at all wish (0%) to come off as some savvy or wannabe-cool-coder dude
I don’t even code (I suck at coding) & really most things (have a very high low-success-rate generally speaking) but I’ve been doing creative writing like this for a bit & only type all this here to share
If this my last HN post because everyone hates it just want to say I much respect the moderators & the HN community as a whole
HN imo is the #1 best site on the web
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neat
square
//been there, but build
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new build
3 part
//license CC BY-SA (copyleft)
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”it’s juxting”
it’s just a thing
//it’s juxtapoem
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mor
via
//bio
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PS
newsletter 2.0?
//haters b like -
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all day
new way
//proton-V-proton
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new terminology
1 line O type == 1 typewrite;
3 pair’d typewritez == 1 quikthread;
7 quikthreads link’d-up && licensed CC BY-SA == 1 superstring
//think different
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original terminology
copyright © blondyn.com
//great artists steal
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cats out the bag
birds in the bush
//threes company
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last year I self-published 3 volumes of short stories, which for the most part, make for a light & fun satire-esque style of read ~
Beginning now to the New Year, I'm making the first half of the each of the 3 short story volumes free to read on my website ~ https://blondyn.com
The first 15 of the 1st volume I published are available there now.
So why do this here?
HN is my #1 favorite website. I even found the Payment Site I use (https://flurly.com) here on HN just the other day.
More often than not, I'm turned upon some great resources because of this website. So thanks to everyone who participates-on & moderates the site & makes it an overall HQ Community
& think it'd be great if more thoughtful-oriented writes on the internet generated such HN discussion
The series are called: Lit Art, inspired by Pop Art, but applied to prose.
Something like Dr. Seuss × Andy Warhol is what I’ve been aiming for, where the writing has meter, and the subject is a blend of satire, commercialism & pop culture.
Here’s a story from the first volume. This one was inspired by a Beatles song from Abbey Road
1. New Year’s Eve
Mean Mister Mustard sat on the dock, ate chips & cod, then had had enough —
“Foo-bar!”
Vehement, Mustard threw his fried fish to the sea.
“Go back where you came from!”
Typical Monday for Mustard, but b/w sitting in the English Rain
& being fed-up w/ pub grub, this was the last straw.
“I’m leaving!”
So it goes, just under a half-dozen decades in the kingdom was all it took Mustard to decide even:
The Best Fish & Chips in London-Town!
couldn’t keep him.
“I’ve just had it up to here w/ England all her rain & rubbish!”
So announcing, Mustard SPAT like PATOOEY! then chucked a fistful of fries to the sea.
Wrung up in a frenzy of his own rueing was Mustard, when Sister Pammy stepped in.
“Mustard ..” said she, “Cheer up, y’ruddy badger!”
She bummed him a bump w her phanny, then said:
“It’s New Year’s Eve.”
But Mustard remained sat slumped.
“It’s no use,” he said, feeling hapless, helpless, & everything b/w, “’Fraid I’ve just lost me taste for the sea.”
While bemoaning the state of things, Pammy, beside him, pat him on the head like she did sometimes.
“There, there ..” said she, “Think all you’ve yet to live for ..”
But to Mustard, this thought was ludicrous, completely.
“To live for?” he baffled, “Like what?! Beef Wellington?” he asked, “Mash’n Bangs? Meat Pies, eh? Fooey!”
Mustard knew his predicament, precisely.
“There ain’t a dish more delish than a Newspaper Wrap of Brit Fish & Chips, & not a thing a chap can do about that.”
Having sighed so exasperated a cry of defeat, Mustard looked to the salt-water body.
“Think it’s time I make like V.,” said he, “Fill me pockets full of stones, walk the plank, sink me-self to bottom.”
Getting to his feet, Mustard stepped to the end of the dock.
At the edge, he stared out for the horizon, searching for something to hold on to, nonetheless, realizing:
“There’s nothing here for me now . . .”
But Pam, so caring & knowing a thing or two about coaxing, hinted:
“Mustard,” she intoned, “What about Pizza?” Quite wryly, Mustard’s face contorted.
“Pizza?!” he cried, bewildered. “What tripe is this?”
Hearing such, he really thought that Pammy had lost it.
“The Bloody Brits don’t make pizza!”
He banged the dock w/ both fists, livid that Pam wouldn’t just cut to it, & then she did —
“But in America ..” she said, “In New York, New York ..”
& something about those words had Mustard listening a bit more closely, than before.
“They say a slice of NYC Pie is: Out Of This World ..” said she. “& we could go if you wish ..”
Well Mustard, being Mustard, was fantasizing, already. “Out of this world ..” he repeated, “For pizza ..”
Like that, Sister Pammy’d filled his mind with hopes & dreams of limitless fancy.
“Y’mean it, Sis?” he asked, “We can go there, you & me?”
“Eventually,” said Pammy.
But Mustard was never one for arranging things hypothetically.
“I’ll be hangry b’fore eventually.” he growled, “And no time like the present, especially w/ my appetite ripe for Second-Lunch.”
Turning from the dock’s end, he marched for land, on the way, hooking elbows with Pammy.
“Come along to the airport, & book a flight for the afternoon. Get me to there by evening.
You can meet me someday in the New Year.”
& Pammy, with her Saving Account stashings, & wish-granting habituality, went ahead, booked a One-Way for Mustard within the Hour
//new trip
I’m not a parent, but I even sent my sister (non-tech person) his parenting advice someone on here had crowd-sourced.
The guy is an aficionado of what he likes & you can usually tell his insight comes from a HQ place of value. Maybe more than any other individual does his insight tend to blow my mind.
PS
Awesome!! Thank you for this list - the link has been added to my iPhone homepage / amazing