Thursdays....









I always remember the boys happy. They seldom seemed upset or cried. Perhaps it is selective memory on my part... but when I look back at these unearthed photos, I remember all the good times and being conscious that I was building up good times. Good memories for them. Something which they could perhaps lock away, or use to lay down strong foundations. I really did try my best - and here they are, these good memories, as best I could have made them.

I am here because I promised two posts a day. There is nothing more to be said really... for today. Apart from I have a sore throat and my remedy for sore throat now is paracetemol. There is no point suffering through a sore throat.

I wonder what will happen to people's jobs now that ChatGPT has automated all the thinking bits. the coding and the horrible grunt work which writers are associated with. Which copywriter wishes that they didn't have a machine to write yet another stupid leaflet about a product which they have no emotional attachment to? And the basics of coding, finding that wrong line of code, like a needle in a haystack? All gone now. Will this liberate us? Yesterday I was watching Silent Witness and thought this has become a dog's dinner. There is no inventiveness anymore. It is just one card laid out after another. Perhaps the snake has eaten its tail. Perhaps this is what needs to happen. For decades people have been warning about the collapse of the money, culture, whatever... and now, here we are... I have always said that it was important that the know how of living a simple, adored life is needed - the new house to be built as that when collapse arrives we are ready with the new house. It would have been preferable if the switch was willing and the transition seamless, but that is never the case. 

The English in particular are the last outposts of imperialism and the Irish are suffering from having been a colony for so long, but change is going to come. We will have little choice. I lived through the last hurrah of humanity - flights all over the world for nothing... how strange to think that that used to be a thing. 

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