The Ides of A.I.
Foot ball is over for the time being, thank goodness. baseball is coming out of hibernation, the christmas tree is still in the back yard. early march is like that. winter is still around but you know things are going to warm up eventually. like the climate.
so the ides of march is upon us, kind of an off brand holiday, celebrated by historians and neo-dystopians like me. most think of the Ides as a bummer, a cautionary tale, if they care to think about it at all. I did some checking and it wasn’t always that way for the romans. it was the beginning of the new year and the moon was full. Jupiter was in charge. the high priest led the “ides sheep” along the via sacra to the arx capollatina and sacrificed them to kick off the new year. the Ides of march was also the feast of the goddess anna perenna and was enthusiastically celebrated by the common people with picnics, drinking and revelry.
Caesars murder seems to have chilled the idea of fun on the Ides. wonder what would have happened had caesar lived. maybe it would have altered the timespace portals and a cat like jesus christ wouldn’t have showed up, who knows.
ask Chat4.
anyway, I thought i’d get an early start on the festivities. after all, with the A.I. breathing down our necks, gearing up to cross the rubicon, extinction is just around the corner. just like in the red house.
nonetheless, I’m preparing to have a great time during the new end times for humans.
Let’s start here. I’m going on more picnics. nowhere in particular, just eat outside more. the backyard would be a fine place to start. hang with the squirrels and birds and barking dogs.
Ride the bike. piss off people in cars trying to make a right turn by pulling wheelies in the cross walk. they can be real nasty when interfering with their right to make a right turn on a red light right away.
feel the breeze in my hair on the bike. go every place cars can’t go. basket ball courts, golf courses, alleys, wrong way down one way streets. just glide along.
enjoy quanta buds during the day. evening too.
sleep when I’m tired. wake up whenever. artists get to do that. we all shine on.
yoga is a nice way to pass the time. although I’m not a top of the mountain type. the body is a carbon substrate wrapped in rubber bands with a brain on top. it needs a torque wrench every once in awhile.
eat what I want. If it’s broccoli and chocolate ice cream for breakfast. cool.
what’s the point of not rewarding yourself, as dr. bopp and the headliners used to say.
the Library is another one of ben franklins bright ideas. what a place to find all the information one would need to frighten magazoid zombies back under the lizard rocks. mine has an amazing film selection, 3D printer and an editing suite. more of that please.
speak my mind. that is particularly enjoyable. a real chatter box so to speak. not that one, a real one. born under the daily sign.
as a mere self aware quantum fluctuation in a boundless infinity loop, it’s my duty to be the eyes and ears of the universe at this time.
happy Ides of March. today’s on me.
atomthought • artist@Large
