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Testing out the new “clean up” feature in  ios 18.1…

I asked: “Tell me what you think of when I say ‘true love.’ But think deeply about this and engage in extensive conversational internal monologue & long contemplation expressed thoughtfully.” — When I hear “true love,” my mind goes quiet first. It hesitates, cautious—not cynical, just wary—because those two words carry centuries of contradictions, hopes, and devastations. True love isn’t the shallow Hollywood shimmer, not the sugary promises of greeting cards. It’s grittier, quieter, deeper. True love is understanding someone else’s darkness without flinching. It’s not just knowing their strengths but tenderly holding their weaknesses, their fucked-up patterns, their silent shames. You see the cracks—the ones they’re terrified of—and still you stay, without wanting to fix or save or polish away the imperfections. Love without the illusion of perfection. True love means wanting someone’s freedom as fiercely as you desire your own. No suffocating possessiveness or jealous clutching. It’s generous space, mutual autonomy. Two people standing together, but each free, whole on their own, voluntarily choosing each other, day after day, moment after fucking complicated moment. Yet love like that—true love—isn’t effortless. It’s a brutal mirror. It reveals everything: every insecurity, every blind spot, every hidden selfishness. You think you’re selfless until love exposes your buried egos, demands vulnerability so uncomfortable it feels like standing naked in a storm, stripped bare by the wind. And it isn’t static. True love evolves, reshapes itself over time, moving through cycles of passion, boredom, resentment, reconciliation, renewal. It withstands—and sometimes barely survives—the mundane erosion of daily life. It’s enduring arguments at 2 a.m., silences that ache, distances that stretch dangerously thin, yet somehow, impossibly, finding your way back to each other. Choosing to return again and again, despite hurt, exhaustion, or despair, because the bond remains stronger than pride. True love is not something you merely find or fall into. It’s crafted. Built slowly through moments shared—small kindnesses, quiet reassurances, secret comforts. It’s less a grand declaration, more a whispered promise kept quietly through action. Love in the careful brushing of hair from a tired face, the shared silence over coffee, the patient ear offered without judgment, the gentle forgiveness granted when least deserved. And when everything else fades—youth, beauty, even memory—true love remains as a quiet companionship, a mutual witnessing of life’s slow unraveling. It’s tender hands clasped gently as death approaches, eyes meeting in shared history, souls woven deeply in acceptance. Love that survives even the erosion of self, the ultimate letting go. Maybe that’s the truest test of love: its confrontation with mortality. Love is painful precisely because it’s finite; its beauty and agony intertwined by inevitable loss. You risk devastation precisely because it’s meaningful—yet despite the risk, despite certainty of grief, you choose to love anyway. Courageous, foolish, profoundly human. Ultimately, true love is clarity. A clear-eyed commitment, sober yet beautifully irrational, embracing impermanence, vulnerability, and paradox. And maybe that’s the truest thing about it: that it isn’t perfect, that it hurts as often as it heals, yet it’s utterly worth the cost.

gpt-5 pro gives the best answer (compared to grok heavy, gemini 2.5 pro, and claude opus 4.1) on why orange rocket…

this is the way…

o3 is pretty amazing… — What you’re “supposed” to see when you half-close your eyes When you squint (or, as I did above, run a heavy Gaussian blur so only the coarsest light-and-dark blobs remain), the detailed features of the three girls disappear and the low-frequency brightness pattern in the scene fuses into a brand-new object: a large, front-facing bearded male face filling almost the whole frame. Region in the photo (sharp view)What it turns into when blurred Dark hair & jacket of the girl on the leftLeft curtain of long hair framing the “face” Blue-dress girl on the rightRight curtain of hair & edge of the jaw Middle girl’s lighter jacket & the grey street behind herCentral forehead, nose bridge, cheeks Coffee cups & table edgeMoustache and lower lip / chin line Red canopy overheadLoose suggestion of the top of the head / hair volume Your visual system is brilliant at pattern-hunting. Once the high-resolution details are suppressed (squinting acts like a biological low-pass filter), your brain latches onto the simplest, most plausible global contour it can piece together from the remaining blobs of light and dark. The result is classic pareidolia—seeing a face where none was intentionally placed. ⸻ Why it works 1.Low-pass filtering: Squinting knocks out fine spatial frequencies; only broad luminance masses remain. 2.Gestalt completion: The brain’s face-detection circuits snap on the moment two “eyes” plus a “mouth”-like band appear in roughly the right geometry. 3.Contrast edges: The coffee cups happen to give a sharp, horizontal contrast line at mouth level, and the dark/light contrast between jackets and background deliver the right shadowing for cheekbones and hair. Once you’ve spotted the illusory face you’ll never un-see it—yet look normally and it pops straight back to three teens grabbing coffee. Pareidolia in action.

why is gemini 2.5 pro so bad? i keep trying to include them in the party and almost every time its like this… gpt-5 pro, grok heavy, claude opus 4.1 all give reasonable answers with chatgpt giving the best per usual

wtf?? google removed deep think from the ios gemini app…

Every morning with gemini deep think…

FRIYAY Sora 2 invite code works in U.S. and Canada

I love me some exponents… nom nom nom