Many parts of FW work a bit like an abstract painting where each viewer finds their own interpretation, each of those equally valid and independent of what the author possibly intended. An AI dumbed down version would just show one path through the work, the one it thinks is the main road. But yes, at best, such version could sparkle an interest and function as a gateway to the work. Or extinguish all interest for good.

Interesting. I’d definitely skim through such a version, albeit it totally abolishes the intricacies of FW.

I think it’s just a side effect to Lemmy doom-scrolling.

That’s actually not that bad. Of course missing all the smells and taste of the text, allusions and double meanings, but as a very coarse synopsis it’ll do.

ssh nethack@alt.org

It’s Finnegans Wake, without the apostrophe. Obviously a book full of puns and riddles must have them in its title as well.

Pretty much, yes. In fact this bit is on the clearer side compared to most of the text. It’s very challenging and one should probably not dive into it unprepared (there are a lot of side literature and guides to accompany it). However it’s well worth the effort once you learn how to read it (e.g. the words draw their meanings via how they’re sounding in addition to how they’re written).

Or like a study in UK concluded: fuck all.

Tbf, there would be no point in dumbing down (or simplifying) something like Ulysses which is a prime example of a literary work where the form and content are inseparable.

Now do Finnegans Wake.

Hard: And an odd time she’d cook him up blooms of fisk and lay to his heartsfoot her meddery eygs, yayis, and staynish beacons on toasc and a cupenhave so weeshywashy of Greenland’s tay or a dzoupgan of Kaffue mokau an sable or Sikiang sukry or his ale of ferns in trueart pewter and a shinkobread (hamjambo, bana?) for to plaise that man hog stay his stomicker till her pyrraknees shrunk to nutmeg graters while her togglejoints shuck with goyt and as rash as she’d russ with her peakload of vivers up on her sieve (metauwero rage it swales and rieses) my hardey Hek he’d kast them frome him, with a stour of scorn, as much as to say you sow and you sozh, and if he didn’t peg the platteau on her tawe, believe you me, she was safe enough.

Easy: Something something… crash

CapsLock is vital for my muscle memory when configured to act as an extra Ctrl key. I have other shit configured to my Super key so that sort of kb would definitely require a major config overhaul to be usable.

Idiots Avant! (post-punk, noise, experimental pop)

Phew, luckily religion has all the answers.

The fix comes to sid first. (Not counting experimental.) The right way to do it is to run mixed testing/unstable with apt-pinning so that nothing gets pulled from unstable unless spcifically requested.

That said, stable with Firefox from Mozilla’s site and Neovim built from sources and gpack’d into deb package runs perfectly fine with much less hassle.

Yes, so that maybe some day in the future this horrible shit is no more. Until then, get used to bumping into a thought provoking meme every now. The mild discomfort pales in comparison to the practice itself.

Carnist mental gymnastics at its finest.

The cost of killing is tied to that package of minced meat whether you accept it or not.

I can’t personally do anything to stop this.

You can always upvote or share a post like this to spread awaraness and hence maybe make people buy less eggs, or at least make them pause to think before they buy their next eggs.

They’re totally different breed designed to lay as much eggs as physically possible compared to broilers that are designed to grow edible muscle as much and as fast as possible.

More info here.

Ah, the web portals.