The personalities here consist of material, unwieldy bodies of flesh and blood, with pustules and intestines. From all holes comes dirt, poo, snot, earwax. But spiritual bodies have no such sheath, they are completely pure.

While there is still a tremendous amount of human intervention, the future of literature will be increasingly mechanical. Geneticist Susan Blackmore affirms this: “Think of programs that write original poetry or cobble together new student essays, or programs that store information about your shopping preferences and suggest books or clothes you might like next. They may be limited in scope, dependent on human input and send their output to human brains, but they copy, select and recombine the information they handle.”

https://twitter.com/cry_prittie/status/1544472278196297728

Unfortunatly its come to light that creator of Milady owned and operated the Treblinka concentration camp in the summer of '43. This unfortunate revelation has caused a schism in the Milady community.. On one hand the art is great and the vibes are good, but some feel that we cant condone this type of behavior from its founder. Instead of wrapping Milady and balkanizing the community we propose a third option to mantain network spirituality: Anti Milady! Anti-Miladies are the one true Milady NFT for the morally righteous. All of the fun of Milady with none of the guilt!

A haiku about funerals

The funeral is over

But the grief still lingers on

It never really ends

Radical avant-gardists, from Malevich and Mondrian to Sol LeWitt and Donald Judd, practiced their art according to machine-like programmes in which deviation and variance were contained by the generative laws of their respective projects. However, these programmes were internally different from any ‘real’ programme, because they were neither utilitarian nor instrumentalizing. Our real social, political, and technical programmes are oriented toward achieving a certain goal - and they are judged according to their efficiency or ability to achieve this goal. Art programmes and machines, however, are not teleologically oriented. They have no definite goals; they simply go on and on.

I am hoping, in effect, to write a book that would still be on the planet earth when the sun explodes. I guess that this project is a kind of ambitious attempt to think about art, quite literally, as an eternal endeavor.

https://twitter.com/antlerlad/status/1542701956585635841

Sanctified since early times, Mt. Carmel is mentioned as a “holy mountain” in Egyptian records of the 16th century BC. As a “high place,” it was long a centre of idol worship, and its outstanding reference in the Bible is as the scene of Elijah's confrontation with the false prophets of Baal (I Kings 18). Mt.

Haiku poets detach themselves from the material but do not attach themselves to the spiritual life, because they say: in the end everything is empty, nothing. I thought so too. I come from emptiness, I go back to emptiness and what's in between lies is illusion. Illusion is the sum of my problems. That's pretty much the Buddhist idea. But that is not true of the Vedas. That's what I eventually came up with in my search and at the same time I wanted to know where the language came from.

Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream Merrily merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream

The personalities here consist of material, unwieldy bodies of flesh and blood, with pustules and intestines. From all holes comes dirt, poo, snot, earwax. But spiritual bodies have no such sheath, they are completely pure.

While there is still a tremendous amount of human intervention, the future of literature will be increasingly mechanical. Geneticist Susan Blackmore affirms this: “Think of programs that write original poetry or cobble together new student essays, or programs that store information about your shopping preferences and suggest books or clothes you might like next. They may be limited in scope, dependent on human input and send their output to human brains, but they copy, select and recombine the information they handle.”

https://twitter.com/cry_prittie/status/1544472278196297728

Unfortunatly its come to light that creator of Milady owned and operated the Treblinka concentration camp in the summer of '43. This unfortunate revelation has caused a schism in the Milady community.. On one hand the art is great and the vibes are good, but some feel that we cant condone this type of behavior from its founder. Instead of wrapping Milady and balkanizing the community we propose a third option to mantain network spirituality: Anti Milady! Anti-Miladies are the one true Milady NFT for the morally righteous. All of the fun of Milady with none of the guilt!

A haiku about funerals

The funeral is over

But the grief still lingers on

It never really ends

Radical avant-gardists, from Malevich and Mondrian to Sol LeWitt and Donald Judd, practiced their art according to machine-like programmes in which deviation and variance were contained by the generative laws of their respective projects. However, these programmes were internally different from any ‘real’ programme, because they were neither utilitarian nor instrumentalizing. Our real social, political, and technical programmes are oriented toward achieving a certain goal - and they are judged according to their efficiency or ability to achieve this goal. Art programmes and machines, however, are not teleologically oriented. They have no definite goals; they simply go on and on.

I am hoping, in effect, to write a book that would still be on the planet earth when the sun explodes. I guess that this project is a kind of ambitious attempt to think about art, quite literally, as an eternal endeavor.

https://twitter.com/antlerlad/status/1542701956585635841

Sanctified since early times, Mt. Carmel is mentioned as a “holy mountain” in Egyptian records of the 16th century BC. As a “high place,” it was long a centre of idol worship, and its outstanding reference in the Bible is as the scene of Elijah's confrontation with the false prophets of Baal (I Kings 18). Mt.

Haiku poets detach themselves from the material but do not attach themselves to the spiritual life, because they say: in the end everything is empty, nothing. I thought so too. I come from emptiness, I go back to emptiness and what's in between lies is illusion. Illusion is the sum of my problems. That's pretty much the Buddhist idea. But that is not true of the Vedas. That's what I eventually came up with in my search and at the same time I wanted to know where the language came from.

Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream Merrily merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream