Of course I know you are not a proponent of CODE. Or Aiko. You’ve been outspoken against them as long as I can remember.
You’re right. Code is not dead. It’s mostly dead. Or on life-support. Or just some diehards unwilling to let it go. Whatever the case, they are a shell of their former selves. Actually kinda sad to be honest.
But I enjoy bouncing words, logical/anti-logical discussions with you. Far more interesting conversations than certain emotionally driven individuals.
Besides, your cake was delicious. Really should think about starting up a business. I’d invest into it.
Wouldn’t the crux of political virtue signaling be, like, longing for acceptance/approval paired with fear of being left out/misunderstood/marginalized? It’s classic in-group identity behavior, like wearing certain symbolic colors or waving a certain flag. “See, I’m one of you! I’m one of the good ones!”
Not seeing a lot of need for bad faith, just maybe a faint whiff of human frailty.
Today I witnessed a sadly self-absorbed Civire blunder into and abuse yet another IGS comms chain when the mindful observe that there are plenty of political forums to bluster noxious gas in at the moment.
I have started to settle into a routine in my new home. Upon rising I will go to my dojo and exercise. Then I take a bath/swim in the waters of my garden. Afterwards I will have some tea and then put on my work clothes, and I am off to work at The Nocturne. When my shift ends, I will have dinner there, or at another place. After that I return to my home and meditate, followed by a long run in my garden or some more exercise, followed by another bath. Finally, I will spend some time on hobbies or sometimes I will visit or be visited by a friend, and then a quick wash before I go to bed.
For recreation and my recent daily doses of “touching grass” I have been painting (by hand!) a lovely wooden fence on a property of mine. I keep honey bee colonies alongside some of this fence, however, so, if you happen to catch the silhouette of just the most gosh-darned distinguished looking gentleman you’ve ever seen in survival armor holding a paint brush, well, just stay back. I keep accidentally blocking the hive entrances and it’s annoying the bees.
I don’t know why, but it’s always an exciting journey from start to finish. Whether I am experimenting or doing something I’ve done a lot, it still fills me with much joy!
Went to CO LO with a friend. We had a fun time sampling fruity drinks and ice cream scoops, while tripping out to vibrant neon lights, set to incredibly chill synth music. Later, we gazed at the stars on the balcony of The Gallente Lounge. The skyline of Caille is absolutely breathtaking; I regret not having visited sooner.
During a break between planetside meetings with House Kor-Anashtih administrators, I decided to go for a walk around the building to get some fresh air. The sun was warm and the birds particularly active. I surprised one and it whistled at me as it dropped what it was eating. I realized that this tree which I’ve been walking past as I collect my thoughts for nearly a decade was a cherry tree. I happily snacked on very ripe cherries for the next few minutes before I noticed how stained the nearby pavement was.
I looked at my stained hands and then my formerly immaculate white robes as I realized I still had four more hours of meetings to attend. That was when the Brutor facilities manager for the building turned the corner and jokingly yelled at me for stealing “his” cherries. I ran off to find a change of clothes and get washed up. It must have been quite a scene for any onlookers. A cherry stained Holder, looking like something out of a Midna Lyre video, being chased off by the tree’s caretaker as a chorus of songbirds whistled and chirped their delight.