busy week wrapping up this semester; rounding out three term projects, two of which i started like two weeks ago. saw fontaines d.c. at the eastern yesterday, they ripped.

always tweaking my files, ended up mounting all my devices to yuckbox, so the /home directory now looks like:

home/
├── eva01/ # macbook files
├── eva03/ # desktop (windows) files, external 4TB drive
├── homelab/ # 2011 mac mini running immich
├── ian/ # yuckbox (debian linux) files
└── soulseeker/ # pi zero 2 w (running slskd)

which is really powerful for accessing files across directories! i’m thinking of adding a script that automagically moves files from the linux drive the the 4TB drive after a length of time on my jellyfin server. #TODO

have been picking up books slowly but surely! the start of the semester led to five or six textbooks thrown at me, and only one of them stuck (introduction to modern artificial intelligence by russell and norvig). in 2025, i have read four books. here are my thoughts.

these all seem to tug on a similar thread–in the present day, the meaning of work has become almost completely divorced from a purpose-filling endeavor that brings fulfillment. it still occupies the same amount of psychic real-estate, and therefore we act out in attempts to ascertain dominion over the life we want to live (the outie life versus the innie life, but that’s a different severance).

either you wake up stuck at work, but work is a slack server¹, so you don’t exist in the physical world anymore. you can double or triple your production, and you don’t need food! but no one believes you and they just think you’re working from home.

or, you aggregate such immense amounts of domain-specific knowledge that even after the fall of civilization, you still recognize the banalities of your job ².

maybe you are the manifestation of every ai doomer’s worst nightmare, and you are a weaponized security system that has gone “rogue”, and yet the only thing that makes working with people tolerable is torrenting and streaming media ³.

singularly, i who have never known men ⁴ is unique. it was written way before the other three books– it possesses a wisdom proportional to its age. what does it mean to be around other people, united through trauma, and yet completely divorced from their lived experiences? all of them! i particularly enjoyed the ambiguous sci-fi nature of the book; are we on earth? is it ridiculous to think we’re not? how little do we know?