I never got around to it, and I was going to write about how my birthday went last week, but I just experienced a kind of “Eureka” moment. It was a nice day where Jen and I went to brunch at Original Pancake House, did a bit of shopping for pants and other necessities, and then had dinner at Baxter’s Grille. I had a ribeye (of course) and I indulged myself with their flourless chocolate truffle cake. Not a bad experience in all.
I woke up from a dream this morning where someone from my past was being incredibly unfair to me. At some point, I exploded in rage and started to yell about said injustice, and referenced being autistic. This being a dream, the person felt really bad about how they were treating me, and that’s about all I can remember.
This is a verbatim conversation I had with an older LLaMa 3 model hosted on my PC via Ollama a few days ago. It started because I wanted a translation for the name of an X account named gatos fazendo gatices, and it just kind of spiraled from there. The topic eventually touched on how AI could be improved, the effects on society, and the nature of cognition itself.
Postgres and Rust go together like peanut butter and chocolate, or ice-cream and root beer, or Batman and Robin, or mice and cheese, or sand on a beach, or crabs and elephants! Err, maybe scratch that last one.
Hmmmmm…
Well regardless, there’s a whole lot of Rust going on in the Postgres world these days, especially thanks to contributions from the PGRX project. As a relative novice to Rust, I figured it was time to see what all the fuss was about and tentatively dip a foot into those turbulent and unforgiving waters.
Last week was a very odd conjunction of coincidence I’m still trying to understand. The aftermath of which left a reverberating melancholy and nostalgia, difficult to dispel, and all too tempting to embrace. It was one of those times where I question the entropy of the universe itself, as pure serendipity would be an impossible convergence.