When I heard him mention using Grok to interpret bloodwork results on Rogan, I admit I was kinda intrigued. I mean, I had some results lying around at home and while I'd gone to some lengths to make sense of them myself, I felt I was lacking a bigger picture kind of view (you know, the sort you go to doctors for). So what better way to mark my return home at 4 AM than spend an hour picking apart medical stuff I don't understand with the AI?

I'm so grateful books under the bridge continue to exist.Low literacy levels are something of a hot-button topic in Romania, a country filled with rural areas and poor villages. One of my closest friends remembers going for several years without so much as single bookstore in her town (and she's from one of the slightly bigger towns in Romania, not a tiny nowhere village, either) when she was younger. First-world problems, I know, but it unfortunately speaks volumes about a nation, the number of books that are bought and sold. In fact, in 2023, statistics placed Romania on the critically low end of the EU reading spectrum.

... to be alive at such a time.It's easy to forget, especially if you're taking in the constant shitstorm that seems to be modern politics. In fact, if you are, it's more like "what a bit of terrifying fucking fate it is to be alive at such time", but there's also luck and it's important to remember that. I get downcast when the BS hits, but also propelled as good things arrive.

Waking up above the clouds, it was only a misdemeanor, after all, so I'm starting to misremember. It was an inordinately long take-off, and I knew I should be saving my songs, but my throat was getting itchy. Only for a second, I closed my eyes, so I wouldn't be tempted to gnaw the dust from under my nails. And slept through it. Leaving. Whenever I'm above, I end up wishing I were a Christian again because I love it up here and would like to believe it were not finite. Is and isn't.

It's not actually a spice. It's a dish. Threw together and loved how it came out, so I thought I'd share. To be fair, I was half-thinking of sharing before I knew how it would come out. I don't just go about taking random photos of chopped onions. Do you?

It feels like something of a cringe thing to say - well, don't you think highly of yourself - but I'll go ahead and say it anyway. In a roundabout manner, so that maybe it sounds less silly.I keep thinking it's maybe the breathing, except that was hours ago. Maybe this brain-oxygenating, old-ideas-reverberating thing takes more time to work than I would've intuited. But I'm getting such a high. There's a sudden lightness to my thinking, my brain flows in ways it normally stumbles along. Painful, long, self-haggling thoughts. Except not now.