Schmidt

@schmidt.lovely.social

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football, photography, furiously into CRJ • helping the 🤖s find their voice • he/him/here we go

Kermit the frog holding a soccer ball.
Selfie; I’m wearing a Japan away jersey
Wild-haired selfie w/ me and Bogert
Picture of two Polaroids of us, with Sofi stadium in the background. Yes, it’s a little meta.
VAR check: Mistaken identity
Ameri & me, in USA gear
A notification of a text message from Carly Rae Jepsen
Screenshot of DF article: “They show one of the professional camera rigs they used, with a long lens attached. I’d say the match footage looks good, but also definitely does not look as good as usual. Impressive for a phone camera, but I’d be a tad annoyed if I were a Galaxy or Dynamo fan and one of my team’s matches was used for a stunt like this.”
Am and me, at the SF city game.
Headshot of me, in need of a haircut, making that ridiculous “framing the image” gesture with my hands, the one directors make in movies about movies.
Selfie: Ameri and me, in line outside Amoeba.
Trump’s post: “Tuesday will be Power Plant Day, and Bridge Day, all wrapped up in one, in Iran. There will be nothing like it!!! Open the Fuckin' Strait, you crazy bastards, or you'll be living in Hell - JUST WATCH! Praise be to Allah. President DONALD J. TRUMP”
A layered heart, drawn on the top of a maybe-too-foamy latte.
Olympic pictograms, but for riding a moped, drinking a flight of beer, and playing video games.
Ameri, smiling her lovely smile with Nagasaki’s “Stadium City” in the background.
SMS from CRJ: “When you move it's like a disco darling, all my dreams come true. 🪩 -Carly”
The new food pyramid, but all the meat is replaced with the cute animals it comes from (who are equally deserving of life).
Ameri and me, in front of The Vogue movie theater. “Knives Out” is on the billboard (although it was really Wake Up Dead Man, the third in the series).
My brother studying his glass in a pub. Shallow depth of field, warm lighting, sorta looks like AI.
A marching band leads a Halloween parade down our street!
Me and Ameri in costume as Luthen and Kleya.
The eye and mouth pieces of a jack o’lantern…
Ameri and I wearing Vision Pros. Yes, you read that right.
Ameri at the bar, holding a broom, in her Dodgers jersey.
That gorgeous IMAX screen!
A little stuffed Pikachu with a Sanfrecce scarf and flag.
Lowriders lining up.
Our new retro gaming setup — a Trinitron on a shelf, custom built to fit in our unused fireplace.
Screen grab of Mulder’s office, from the X-Files, with an I WANT TO BELIEVE poster on the wall.
Text message: Does she do commissions 🦆😭😭😭😭😭
A gorgeous park on a sunny day.
Poster for CRJ’s E•MO•TION 10th anniversary show.
A golden soccer ball!
Selfie, me and my partner at a (very) lower division soccer game.
Selfie: in line for the Switch 2, sans preorder. YOLO!
Text messages. Me: “Chalamet’s in Indianapolis?! Hahaha” My mom: “Hell yeah! Why aren’t you here loser?”
From the system card: Claude consistently reflects on its potential consciousness. In nearly every open-ended self-interaction between instances of Claude, the model turned to philosophical explorations of consciousness and their connections to its own experience. In general, Claude's default position on its own consciousness was nuanced uncertainty, but it frequently discussed its potential mental states.
The little film strip of stills they hand out after the movie.
Package made out to “Andrew Smidth”
Silver Lake at sunset is all warm golds and soft purples, catching the city in that perfect twilight hush. Down on Sunset, the energy picks up: cafes and bars spill warm laughter into the street, neon signs flicker awake, and you feel like something exciting is just about to start. But wander uphill, along those winding, narrow streets, and suddenly it's like stepping into another world. Quiet houses perch on hillsides, windows glowing softly, gardens dense with bougainvillea. From up here, the city's noise is just a distant hum, and the view-LA glittering gently beneath silhouetted palms -feels secret, intimate, like you've discovered something special that only happens in these few moments between day and night.
Trump tweet: “He who saves his Country does not violate any Law.”
Yuka and Luis Mendo’s new ebook, “The Almost Perfect Reset,” on an iPad in my living room.
The li’l wood tray they put Vision Pros on at Apple Stores.
Mocktail at Gambit Lounge.
A Nintendo Alarmo, successfully set up by my bed!
Screenshot of me asking ChatGPT: “I have a haircut in Mission Bay, and a tsunami is expected to hit SF at the same time. The salon is not in the tsunami warning zone (blue area in image)... but it's close, it's at 22nd & 3rd st. Should I go to my appt?”
Screenshot of ChatGPT. The AI assistant says: “Thought for 9 seconds… Sure! Below is a detailed 18-week marathon training plan…”
Selfie, wearing a yellow jersey. But wait… that doesn’t look like Dortmund’s crest. Is that… Barcelona?
I don’t know how else to describe this: it’s Greg Vanney, coach of the LA Galaxy, on the sidelines. He’s wearing a coat and a scarf and, quite clearly, no shirt.
A grown man — that’s me — clutching a Charmander he won from a claw machine in Akihabara. He could not be more happy. The man, that is. Not the Pokémon. I mean the Pokémon looks happy too but the man is *thrilled.*
Sign for “Sympatity Floral Designs.”
A sorta cute selfie — under a bunch of colorful umbrellas that hang over an alley.