Writing
Poem
Go back in blames
The sinner I now see
Oh blimey, it is me
Go down in flames
Another Poem
a sphere is what i hope for
or a torus; that i can live with
i'm afraid though; it will be more
it will not be curved, instead it be stiff
A dream I had
Today I dreamed of picking a lock. I've never picked a lock in real life, but in my dream it worked pretty well. The
lock had five pins, two of which were spools. The lock was so easy that I only needed a paperclip. Though I don't
remember how I tensioned the core, I think I used mind power (but I definitely remember that I tensioned the core
somehow, because I noticed counter rotation when I got to the spools). I am clearly watching too many lock picking
videos.
Die Chili
Oh, ein Kernchen auf dem Küchentisch
dringend muss das weg – wisch wisch
aufgepickt und weggeschnipst
ab in den Biomüll verflixt
Ist schon spät, ich muss mal gähnen
Augen gerieben, plötzlich sind da Tränen!
mein Sehorgan protestiert und schreit
hilft alles nichts, das Brennen bleibt
Ab ins Bad, gut mit Wasser spülen
sicher wirds bald besser fühlen
aber nein, es wird noch schlimmer!
was erklärt nur meinen Kummer?
Gedanken zuhauf
dann kommt auf
ein Verdacht
in dieser Nacht
Chili gegessen
Kern vergessen
gebatscht ins Gesicht
autsch
A Node Uncut
(in collaboration with AI and inspired by Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken")
Two nodes diverged in a search tree wide,
And knowing I can't search them both
Through every branch where scores reside,
I looked past alpha's bound with pride
To where beta bounds my growth;
Then took the other with null window bare,
And having perhaps the better claim,
For move ordering placed it there;
Though late reduction's pruning flair
Had cut them both the same.
And both that deepening equally lay
In leaves not yet confirmed at peace.
Oh, I marked some futile moves away!
Yet knowing how captures still may play,
I let my quiesce release.
I shall be telling this with might
When principal variants hence unfold:
Two nodes diverged in my search tonight,
And I — I pruned the paths less bright,
And that has shrunk my branching fold.
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