lcrs

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out here with a shovel and a GL_INNOCENT_CONTEXT_RESET_ARB (working on optics stuff lowkey still https://twitter.com/dearlensform)

It became very eighteenth-century.
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I really did once upon a time run round the park every morn- ing. The goal of keeping perfectly fit was a goal, the gift of a strong and healthy body was a gift. Running was a method of death, of life in death, not the saint’s marvel of living in the present, but a desperate man’s little version. There was a kind of sleeping or half-sleeping which I sometimes tried to achieve (especially at weekends) when I lay like a floating turtle, just breaking the surface of consciousness, aware and yet not self aware, not yet tormented by being a particular person. So too with the running. I ran, and was cleansed of myself. I was a heart pumping, a body moving. I had cleaned a piece of the world of the filth of my consciousness. I was not even capable of dreaming. If I could always so have slept and so have waked I would have achieved my own modest beatification. I stopped running not (I think) because of a warning tap from the finger of age, but just out of sinful degenerate laziness of soul: th
So naturally, he's been poking at and riffing on SETI projects for decades. Notably, in 1986. he briefly took over MIT's Millstone radar dish to beam the vaginal contractions of a troupe of local ballerinas into space to protest NASA's decision to censor female genital anatomy in SETI missives. (The US Air Force, which uses that radar installation, intervened and cut the transmission after 20 minutes.) More recently, in 2009 he sent a message from the