U de Recife

I would say you’re actually witnessing the very real phenomenon of language-drift. Languages evolve for a billion reasons, but there’s no right or wrong state of language.

That’s why we distinguish between language, dialect, idiolect, sociolect. Each bearer of language is also a producer of language. Their version is just theirs, in whatever many ways that makes that version unique.

(Check linguistics to better understand this process of language-drifting )

You’re not wrong. Why would you? Either works or not. You said it yourself, it’s work-related. The rest you could probably work around them if sufficiently motivated.

Philosophically, the premise is flawed. Best life… according to whom?

I mean, the best life for a slug or a fly won’t cut it for you. I can imagine a fly being born in such conditions that from that fly’s perspective it would be ‘the best life’ imaginable… for a fly.

There’s this passage from Roger Crisp’s Mill on Utilitarianism, where he proposes this thought experiment. There one reads:

“You are a soul in heaven waiting to be allocated a life on Earth. It is late Friday afternoon, and you watch anxiously as the supply of available lives dwindles. When your turn comes, the angel in charge offers you a choice between two lives, that of the composer Joseph Haydn and that of an oyster. Besides composing some wonderful music and influencing the evolution of the symphony, Haydn will meet with success and honour in his own lifetime, be cheerful and popular, travel and gain much enjoyment from field sports. The oyster’s life is far less exciting. Though this is rather a sophisticated oyster, its life will consist only of mild sensual pleasure, rather like that experienced by humans when floating very drunk in a warm bath. When you request the life of Haydn, the angel sighs, ‘I’ll never get rid of this oyster life. It’s been hanging around for ages. Look, I’ll offer you a special deal. Haydn will die at the age of seventy-seven. But I’ll make the oyster life as long as you like…’”

So, a pig or Haydn? A fly or your own life right now?

I always read out loud. Always. And I do most of my readings while walking. So I imagine hearing me waking around taking to myself make other people think ‘wtf?’.

Having opinions about other peoples gender, sexual orientation, private matters. Also legislating about that.

Thumb and ring finger change places. Opposable ring fingers.

jumpapp. A run-or-raise application switcher for any X11 desktop.

It’s THAT good.

Instructions are in post above. Instructions say not to use list of words. Do as instructions. Write without words listed.

I came here to post something similar, but yours is probably a better suggestion. I’m now fond of beet flavoured water kefir.

Depends. Autumn doesn’t exist in city U was born. Sounds weird, U knows, but true. Tropical places only have 2 seasons, rainy and dry.

Owen forgiven. Good Owen.

Forbidden word. Ensign Rick like … . Not forbidden word like … .

Owen did well then. Fediverse at fault. U acknowledges.

Comment with forbidden words. Should be:

SauceBossSmokin had coworkers were big into Epic Meal Time on YouTube and started calling SauceBossSmokin sauce boss. SauceBossSmokin also smoke tasty meats with pellet smoker which belongs to SauceBossSmokin

Owen said forbidden word. Last sentence.

The leftover …

U not name. U is sound.

Since person was learning Vietnamese, person noticed Vietnamese have one letter words. One word person liked was Ô, umbrella. Saying Ô reminded person of monkey making sound.

Person thought about simplest sounds monkeys make. U in person mother language sounds oo. U is simple, basic monkey sound. Oo-oo, aa-aa. Person being monkey, person thought U good name. Reminded person of person’s past and person connection to nature. So person decided to be U.

U then thought of past people. Past people were simply known as person OF place person came. Examples: Leonardo DA (of) Vinci, René DES (of) Cartes. U is from Recife. Thus U de (of) Recife.

1? Linux 2? Freedom

True. And the way it’s said/written causes a soft perplexity that feels nice.

Now you got me thinking. In my mother tongue, this is not at all perplexing. In order to find out why, I tried a more direct translation from my language to English. Here’s my try:

The picture of me youngest is also my oldest picture.

Any history book will be filled with such stories. Depending on the outlook, I’d say all history is like that.

Take any one event. Let’s pick any decisive moment in history. Say, the battle of Salamis. Now flip it to the side of the Persians and you have the kind of blunder you’re looking for.

One day at a time. Only for today. This is how I’m taking this ride. I’m happy with Lemmy as is. I’m in the here, hopefully in the fediverse now.