Today was an exciting day in terms of hot sauce management. My collection of hot sauce has gotten out of control recently. Earlier today, during a trip to Target, I purchased a new container for my hot sauce collection. Right now 18 bottles of hot sauce are being stored in the garage fridge. A few of the older ones had to leave my collection. I’m going to need to eat hot sauce at least 2x a week to be able to start to reduce the number of bottles in my collection. That is important to help create enough room for new hot sauce additions. A few of them are on my short list of things I would like to try to see if they can make the vaunted top five list.
I started to write a short story:
“Elson entered the parking lot from the northeast side. A few people were milling around the parking lot that morning. They were in various states of getting, having, or finishing breakfast. It was that time of day. Things happened slowly for some and in highly entrenched patterns for others. Today was a day where a bagel was going to be a part of breakfast. That was about to happen.”
My goal for today is to try to plug that little bit of a short story into the GPT-2 model to see how the AI would continue my efforts.
Grappling with the idea of finding a purpose is a fight worth having. Everyday I wonder about the nature of having multiple purposes or trying to strive toward one overarching big thing. That is really the difference between purpose and duty.
Perhaps a view exists that future problems are not really problems they are just opportunities for action. This creates a scenario where the present is more about driving things along to create opportunity than allowing anything to be final. That view does not really sit well with me or how I tend to approach things. Everything that comes into my view receives a healthy dose of skepticism based on an analysis including form, function, structure, and assumptions.
Earlier today/yesterday, I started looking at a few different options for buying a single Callaway 7 iron golf club. The new club designs are so expensive that it seemed like a good idea to just test one out to see how things would go. This aside has nothing to do with my plan to keep writing. Getting a new golf club is without a doubt a distraction from the act of writing. Sure getting out on the golf course is calming and can help build up the foundation of things that might well lead to a breakthrough. That is probably not a direct exchange of one thing for the other. In reality, it is more of a tradeoff.
I cannot totally control where my mind will take me. This is a statement of pure truth. These words should ring true to you if you know the joy of creating words. No edge of a hollow promise should be anywhere in the knowledge that thoughts wonder and that is both frustrating and amazing. Creating something from the blank page brings forward a different feeling. It really is some combination of satisfaction and delight. For me it is probably best described as joy with a little something extra. Maybe joy+ is the right way to think about it.
Today started out with me taking a few notes using Google Keep to record either audio or simply as a notepad to write down a few things. Over the years, I have learned it is far better to seize the moment and capture what has been created than to hope it can be retained for later. It always seems that later comes and the original joy has been lost and the idea falters or fades away. Sometimes that idea never even bubbles back up to the surface it was here and then gone forever without any real determination of how much value it might have had.
You are welcome to read my words if you want. They are generally published in an open fashion online for anybody to take a gander if they so desire. Some of that action of publishing is about my desire to be a public intellectual and some of it is just how my thoughts get rounded out. They arrive and are worked on from keystroke to keystroke.
A flurry of activity happened on an eBay auction for my old DSLR camera the other day. Things went swimmingly with the 10 day auction and a number of people bid on the camera. However, the payment never arrived and I ended up walking down the murky road of second chance offers. Really it is just an exercise in hope that somebody might pay before the item has to be relisted and the entire process has to be started over again.
The spell was broken and this writing session is coming to an end. Something else caught my attention and I switched out of writing mode and into something else.