I failed my math test. I'm so bad at it I'm actually retaking 8th grade level math, ha...
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hรกt, jรณ, รฉppen telepรญtem a Windows 11-et, most jรกrok kรถrรผlbelรผl annรกl az รฉrdekes rรฉsznรฉl, hogy a TPM 2.0-รกs processzor-izรฉ egy Rufus nevลฑ programmal elvileg szoftveresen kivรกlthatรณ, meg hogy a windows 1125H iso-t kell beletรถlteni egy minimum 8 GB-os pendrive-ra
Well, I'm currently installing Windows 11, and I'm getting to the interesting part, where the TPM 2.0 processor chip can be replaced in software with a program called Rufus, and where the Windows 1125H ISO needs to be loaded onto a pendrive of at least 8 GB.
a constant, existential pull
so old I couldn't tell you the end
or draw its shape
between kind acceptance
and striving, struggling, writhing, climbing
learning, growing, discontent
"do you feel this way, too, at endless war with longing itself?"
but the birds and trees and ants and wind
in their own marvelous design
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there's no fundamental physical limit that prevents silicon from developing taste and judgement, but language is a lossy compression of reality.
taste comes from experience, from the shadowy mass of episodic memory, which swirls and convects at the boundary of consciousness. the ideas recombine into new ones in the nuclear reactor of the hippocampus.
but no matter how imbued with meaning and expertise is a handmade wardrobe we still get our shit from ikea


