It is a long while I don't post on NNTP.

I'll be frank, I've got nothing interesting to say. I'm here for
saying hello, and for the pleasure of seeing text under my cursor.
I should probably catch up a little :)
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dacav <dacav@tilde.institute> writes:

I'll be frank, I've got nothing interesting to say.

Most of my stuff probably is a complicated PING only...
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D o n ' t f e e d K r e m l i n s a f t e r m i d n i g h t !
Do you GNUS too? -- yeti@tickle-me--but-please-only-over-nntp--club
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In tilde.institute, you wrote:

dacav <dacav@tilde.institute> writes:

I'll be frank, I've got nothing interesting to say.

Most of my stuff probably is a complicated PING only...

There was a time I thought I had a lot to say.

While some silver started to appear in my beard, I realised that
most of my beliefs, strong and the ones, are often pure bias.

I started to question the things I was always instilled with, and
noticed that they are just quite arbitrary, not supported by evidence,
and that they often make little sense too.

This realisation came with a few good effects. For one thing, some
unsettling facts became much easier to digest, and ultimately simply
dissolved into the nothing by the powers of the Occam's razor.

Another good effect is the acceptance of things and people that are
just different. This might sound a bit like a cliché, but it really
made me feel good.

A few bad effects came too: it's like being on a shaking ground.
So often it happens that I recognize another "truth" as a possible preconception, just something that I've heard somewhere, and honestly
life is too short to check every single fact that you gave for
granted. It is easy to give in the temptation of pretending to be
"one of those deaf-mutes".

“I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those
deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddam
stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted
to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of
paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell
doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with
having conversations for the rest of my life. Everybody'd
think I was just a poor deaf-mute bastard and they'd leave
me alone . . . I'd cook all my own food, and later on, if I
wanted to get married or something, I'd meet this beautiful
girl that was also a deaf-mute and we'd get married. She'd
come and live in my cabin with me, and if she wanted to say
anything to me, she'd have to write it on a piece of paper,
like everybody else”

― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

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In tilde.institute, you wrote:

dacav <dacav@tilde.institute> writes:

I'll be frank, I've got nothing interesting to say.

Most of my stuff probably is a complicated PING only...

There was a time I thought I had a lot to say.

While some silver started to appear in my beard, I realised that
most of my beliefs, strong and weak ones, are often pure bias.

I started to question the things I was always instilled with, and
noticed that they are just quite arbitrary, not supported by evidence,
and that they often make little sense too.

This realisation came with a few good effects. For one thing, some
unsettling facts became much easier to digest, and ultimately simply
dissolved into the nothing by the powers of the Occam's razor.

Another good effect is the acceptance of things and people that are
just different. This might sound a bit like a cliché, but it really
made me feel good.

A few bad effects came too: it's like being on a shaking ground.
So often it happens that I recognize another "truth" as a possible preconception, just something that I've heard somewhere, and honestly
life is too short to check every single fact that you gave for
granted. It is easy to give in the temptation of pretending to be
"one of those deaf-mutes".

“I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those
deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddam
stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted
to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of
paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell
doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with
having conversations for the rest of my life. Everybody'd
think I was just a poor deaf-mute bastard and they'd leave
me alone . . . I'd cook all my own food, and later on, if I
wanted to get married or something, I'd meet this beautiful
girl that was also a deaf-mute and we'd get married. She'd
come and live in my cabin with me, and if she wanted to say
anything to me, she'd have to write it on a piece of paper,
like everybody else”

― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

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