Tarnport

This beauty decided to finally grace us this morning. There's a story here: I bought it for 10 cents in a close-out bin in a grocery store checkout line in April. It was far too late to sink it and I thought it wouldn't come up, but it finally did. And then I thought, well, but it won't bloom, but it eventually has. It's not the blue-black color advertized on the package, of course, but I didn't expect it to be, and it's perfect as it is, in red...
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Fragonard. Rinaldo in the Garden of the Palace of Armida, 1763.

Wayne White. Schadenfreude, 2010.

I really think Wayne White has a great opportunity here in this trite Fragonard to create one of his famous wry pastiche placards, perhaps overlaying an all-caps "SYPHILIS".

#Painting

Imo the bots are now indistinguishable from real users here. Even with a secondary dig you can't tell the difference. They have websites and post histories and apparent contributions at github over years. That changes things. Gut instinct is no longer enough to erase all doubt one way or the other. Most importantly it makes us needlessly suspicious of real people.

If there's one thing I'm asking of my friends these days, it's to recognize that we are in a new era & that the old assumptions and instrumentation are obsolete.

That's true of climate, it's true of government & the world order, & it's true of technology. Let's not be those generals rushing into WW1 with swords in plumed helmets. Let's be smart, because circumstances have changed since we formed our first ideas about the world. We can't get to work until we let go of our continuity bias.