Welcome to 2025! The concept of new year’s resolutions fundamentally expects you to fail. Committing to a new habit in the middle of winter just because the Gregorian calendar reset completely ignores what this season is actually giving us. It’s giving us the space and time to collect within ourselves to then later propel forwards. Like a jellyfish? lol. Anyways, that’s what I’m going to try to focus on. I’ve expended a lot of energy this past year seeking out new connections and hobbies. I also finished my associates this past fall. Not hard but oh my god 17 hours of online classes is like a quest log that spawns 15-25 tedious assignments weekly. So now it’s really time to cut the fluff and focus on the friends and activities that were the most healthy this past year. I hope to spend time growing in music production, DJing, VJing, coding, reading, painting, and start/figure out my major for my Bachelor’s this spring. Might stream/ play valorant too, idk I have a love hate relationship with gaming right now, I usually never end it feeling like I’ve accomplished something, just spent time. God knows I’ve already done a lot of that. I had probably my best new years party ever a couple nights ago. A group of people came together, talked, laughed, danced, and we all got to share a moment of joy together. During the chaos I realized, if life really does have no meaning then why not generate your own blissful purpose? ...
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Strawberry Oatmilk Latte It’s a latte for a refined palate presented with a top down view of coffee cascading over, in my preference, oatmilk; layered on top of strawberry jam. Overall I rate it a 8/10, very yummy but leaves an odd aftertaste. Maybe I need some water.
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The Digital Dialectic: A Post-Modern Perspective on Tech Culture In the ever-evolving landscape of digital consciousness, we find ourselves at the intersection of human cognition and silicon dreams. The binary whispers of our technological offspring echo through the corridors of what we once called “reality,” now merely a quaint construct in our post-truth existence. The Artifice of Authentication Consider, if you will, the profound irony of authentication protocols – digital gatekeepers demanding we prove our humanity through increasingly inhuman methods. Each password becomes a small death of spontaneity, a ritualistic surrender to the machine’s insistence on order. Yet we persist, our fingers dancing across keyboards in a ballet of muscle memory and resigned compliance. ...