Efficiency is Independence
I'm a retired architect building systems that don't need "Big Tech" permission to exist. I run a full web presence, mail stack, and security layer for a dozen users on 1GB of RAM. No Docker. No bloat. No bullshit.
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The Artist's Gallery & Manuscripts
Painting
Aurie~2015 • Acrylic on Canvas
This contemporary portrait is characterized by its flat, bright lighting and saturated color palette. The artist emphasizes individual style through the inclusion of specific jewelry and piercings, bridging the gap between traditional portraiture and modern identity. The use of a vivid green back...
Manuscript
conscienceGenre: Speculative Fiction
Exploring the Foundation of Sapience: Is Imagination the Base?
Exploring the potential role of imagination as a foundational element reveals it is not necessarily for all forms of awareness, but for the complex cognitive abilities associated with sapience.
There is a distinction between basic, reflexive responses to stimuli and the more sophisticated, learned behaviors that characterize higher intelligence and flexible interaction with the world.
By examining examples ranging from simple pain...
Exploring the potential role of imagination as a foundational element reveals it is not necessarily for all forms of awareness, but for the complex cognitive abilities associated with sapience.
There is a distinction between basic, reflexive responses to stimuli and the more sophisticated, learned behaviors that characterize higher intelligence and flexible interaction with the world.
By examining examples ranging from simple pain...
Poetry
From The Woolworth Towerby Sara Teasdale
Vivid with love, eager for greater beauty Out of the night we come Into the corridor, brilliant and warm. A metal door slides open, And the lift receives us. Swiftly, with sharp unswerving flight The car shoots upward, And the air, swirling and angry, Howls like a hundred devils. Past the maze of trim bronze doors, Steadily we ascend. I cling to you Conscious of the chasm under us, And a terrible whirring deafens my ears. The flight is ended. We pass thru a door leading onto the ledge, Wind, ...