5.7 billion in 1999

Jeezus…! There does seem to be a sucker born every minute, even at the Harvard Business School, CEO-level. I wonder if those who green-lit the purchase were probably on the older side, with money to burn and overwhelmed by the technical jargon, none willing to admit the king had no clothes?

But what if we sold them A.I.-powered, bespoke NFT radio, on the blockchain?

a “radio on the internet” website

Why is that so bad? Back in the dialup era, one of the first things I did on the internet was search for radio stations that were impossibly beyond my horizon, things like KCRW, WFMU and the BBC, by searching for the station’s website and clicking on the “listen live” link that opened either the Real Player or Windows Media Player program.

Then there was TuneIn, by then my list of stations had expanded to include KFJC (Bay Area college radio station), KEXP (public station from Seattle), Radio Nova (electronic/soul station from France).

Nowadays, the MyTuner app might be the one I use most often than any other cellphone app except for the messaging one. Now I’ve included WPRB (Princeton), KALX (Berkeley), Soho Radio (London) and NTS Radio (also London) to my list of favorites.

My point is that radio on the internet, in one form or another, has been an integral part of my daily internet experience since basically Day One.

What’s with the number buttons being available with no “OK” or “Enter” option?

Well that was a spectacular read in your link, keep calling attention to it, 'cause it’s gonna be a constant drip-drip-drip of people finding out. I didn’t know, but starting today, I’m gonna experiment with SearXNG as my primary search engine, see how that goes!

Are you collapsing the wave function again?
I keep telling you that when you high af, you are one step closer towards becoming an observer, you see what I’m saying? If you weren’t high af you wouldn’t even be looking at it, or looking for it.

Stop collapsing the wave function, dammit! Some of us are trying to sleep over here!

General Kenobi!

Hey, you keep your dirty government hands off my Medicare, you hear?

If you drive down Baja California, with Ensenada behind you as you keep going due south, you will start encountering a few stands and roadside restaurants here and there that always seem to have crab burritos on the menu. Some of these are thick with meat, also all the usual finely-chopped vegetables found in shredded beef machaca common in northern Mexico cuisine.

When crabmeat burritos are on the menu, I know I’m south of Ensenada, near the boundary with that mythical, mystical, wild desert Baja. That sensation and flavor combo go hand-in-hand in me.

EDIT: these places also usually make some killer huevos rancheros, too, some places accompany them with side helping of chorizo made with abalone or sea-snail.

I feel like there’s a bunch of parallel narratives to be unwoven here, and I’m hearing many of them at the same time.
My compliments to the meme chef.

I think it’s down to preference, as even the warm water Pacific lobster is the premium menu item on hotel and seafood restaurants in tourists towns in Mexico, and even in the United States west coast.

I’ve had the Pacific lobster many times, but only one time did I have the northern Atlantic one, and it is more meaty, but flavor-wise I did not detect a dramatic difference.

Granted, in the wrong hands, or if it’s frozen, lobster doesn’t taste like much of anything. I’ve made that mistake before, of ordering something like that in a random restaurant or a tourist trap.

But you know what I really prefer? A heap of Dungeness crab, cooked in butter, wine and garlic. Then add lemon. Yikes.

The most oysters I’ve ever had was three dozen, in the Baja coastal town of San Quintin. You told the man wearing rubber pants to the waist how many you wanted, he’d wade into the water with a machete in hand, hacked at what essentially was a rock of bunched-up oysters, then waded back to the shore.

He’d plop that heap of oysters on a wooden table, give you a shucking knife, a bunch of lemons, Salsa Búfalo (not for buffalo wings, it was a brand of smoky hot sauce) and salt crackers.

If they had a blue ribbon that said “I ate like a pig in San Quintin”, I am not ashamed to say I would have earned it.

In the 1970s, then-president of Mexico Luis Echeverría visited the remote fishing village of Huatulco, slated for touristic development soon after that.

The people of the village prepared a dinner for the president, in an apologetic tone for being so humble and poor, all they had to offer him was lobster.

companes

Maybe the problem is that they’re all trying to be the same goddamned thing, like how there are 15 or more goddamned hamburger chains.

“We want to be like facebook! Also like Youtube and twitter and tiktok! And like Instagram!”

Maybe if they stuck to their speciality and strengths, pick a lane and stay in it, they would prosper. But no! God forbid!

Let’s be briends.

EDIT: breands

“Not a team player”, gripes and mumbles the boss as he drives towards the Wells Fargo Center that weeknight, he and the other executives have a luxury suite to watch the 76ers and Flyers, season tickets!

Now THIS is art of a very high caliber, indeed!
It was just a public visual detail that elicited a stupid response from the very stupid people, and probably some delight from the rest of the population.

If I was one of the chief stassi goons in town, my response would have been “counter-intelligence art” or “counter-art”, painting MORE stones purple and even other colors, so that whatever secret message the original ones were conveying would be confused, drowned out.

I’m back…! …from my stint in the padded room. Anyway, how’s everyone doin’?

Aw dagummit!

Well I’ll be gosh darned.
Yer darned tootin’!