I was *just* listening to linguists discuss “what even is a definition?” and pretty much all words are held in our minds as a set of nebulous and changeable associations, and there are always edge cases. So I’m team vibes. If it feels like a beard to you, then it’s a beard.

When my grandma was dying, she wanted to donate her body to the local university for the med students to study. When the family got the call that they actually already had enough bodies and couldn’t take hers, my aunt took grandma’s hand and said, “Mom, I’m sorry. You didn’t get into med school.”

When our kids were little, sometimes we’d give them a big bowl of water with dish soap and some straws and have them blow bubbles and play with soapy water.

I once asked my father-in-law, who is an Orthodox priest, “How come Santa Claus isn’t considered a false idol?”

He gave me a spiel about Saint Nicholas.

I feel like somewhere in the transition from saint to the Santa of Coca-Cola ad fame, some idolatry snuck in.

Sometimes Christianity baffles me.

Impeach

Cool, yeah. Let’s meet at the Arby’s on Jupiter’s biggest moon.

This also describes the bugs in my code

“adversarial poetry functions as a universal single-turn jailbreak technique” is such a beautiful turn of phrase. It’s poetry within itself.

I posted this so you know I’m cool and get invited to things

Tech innovator: what if you could use beanie babies to buy heroin?