My comments on the news this week: I really would like to see someone eat a banana with chopsticks. I have a dollar says it can’t be done, but I’d gladly lose it for the entertainment value.

For the photoblogging challenge I would love to show you the lock I installed on my tool chest, but I didn’t install one. It’s secure enough in the locked garage, and our local thieves aren’t smart enough to recognize that anything in here is valuable anyway!

After today, whenever things seem really bleak, I will tell myself: At least I am not a nightsoilman.

There’s a story there, but you don’t want to hear it.

Alas! The budding daffodil,
The lenten rose, the crocus
Augur need for Benadryl
To curb the running mucus.

For each season’s timely run
Has each its plus, its minus:
So spring brings blossoms, light, and sun
But also cloggéd sinus.

The One True Groundhog, Octararo Orphie of Kirkwood, Pennsylvania, did not see his shadow, thus predicting an early spring. If you were disappointed to hear otherwise, fear not! The media creation out west got it wrong, as usual.

Anarchy, technology, and community: Some thoughts on The Dawn of Everything More than notes and less than an essay, but it wasn’t doing anybody any good sitting on my laptop.

As you ring the old year out, remember well my verse: Count your blessings every one—for next year could be worse.

Happy new year everybody!

Canning the New Year’s sauerkraut and listening to medieval Christmas music.

An AI researcher on the extreme difficulty of aligning AI with human values.