Keith @keith@social.coop

As punishment for lying we showed Aubergine the baba ganoush recipe.

i'd like an AI that recognises the voice of the person I'm talking to and whispers their name in my ear, possibly with a reminder of what we talked about last time we met. Would that be creepy?

my shonky homemade phone/telescope adapter

I photographed the moon! Phone + telescope + shonky homemade phone/telescope adapter.

I hate acronymic mnemonics.
I-HAM
Impractical
Hard to remember
Arbitrary
More work than learning the thing

Anarchist feminist rant:
Stop telling yourself you are inferior.
Stop telling yourself you are superior.
Don't tell other people that shit either.
And don't let other people tell you that shit.
Rant over.

who knew!

3/3
It's absolutely crazy that we hand arbitrary power to people who are experts in manipulation and often nothing else.
We then leave it up to them to bodge together the policies that shape our lives, behind closed doors and guided by interests of unknown actors.
Meanwhile, we use the power of computer networking to share trivia and shout into the void.
Surely this isn't "not perfect but the best we've got"?!?

2/3
Medium term a platform for collaborative policy making could inform political parties what we want for them.
Long term it replaces them completely.
Is anyone working on such a thing? If so, how do I find them?
If not, why not? Are the barriers technical, political, or both?

So I'm thinking of a politically neutral platform for developing policy. Policies are developed through transparent discussion while the platform keeps track of compatibility between policies and networks of trust between people.
As a user I can take part in developing policy and/or fork/create policies. I can also lend weight to particular people on specific topics. I define who I believe to be an expert in a particular field. The network suggests people I might trust. 1/3

I don't like cats

Unrequited love hurts; I do like to see a Tory suffer.

We are all (approximately) half-blind. The trick is to work out how to allocate the vision we do have.

I did an art! Sharpie and tip-ex on broken tablet screen, stuck to the window. CC BY-SA 4.0

Clear, cold, dark.
The bright face of the moon
averted. Diverted to light up
another place. Just empty space.
Even the stars don't shine.

Nobody told the tide.
The highs elated, the lows deflated,
beached. Exposed.
No light to break the gloom.

But when I hear you
I see the stars begin to glisten,
each one a doctor for the sky.
And when I feel you we fly.
Together. Under the same moon.