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The rain I had hoped for yesterday didn't materialize in our area. Coming into another Sunday, there are no signs of overcast and a quick Google search confirms my suspicions, indicating a merely 5% chance of precipitation. Though the humidity hovers around 65%, the actual temperature and the 'feels like' temperature match at 75 degrees F. I can no longer search for my old area code; whereas my previous instinct was to look up 'weather 33442', I now search for 'weather in my area'. I have yet to memorize my current address--nothing has transpired thus far that would necessitate such memorization. It is only a matter of time before I start sending mail from and receiving mail at the Joshua House. For now, I am grateful to have the companies off my back. Since coming to the Joshua House, I have not written any more letters for the achievement center, but Evelyn knows that if she is interested in someone potentially coming for a visit, I am more than happy to write that letter for her. I've also taken a hiatus from handwritten correspondence with folks of interest, though I did write emails last week to two more voice actors. Neither responded, but I've become mature enough to not perceive it as a slight or lack of interest (even if it is). These are people who are much older and more experienced, respected veterans who have become mainstays in a field that's quite challenging to break into these days as the competition is fiercer, not only on the human but the AI side. As someone who is old enough to remember a time when even the best text-to-speech technology had a clear dissonance from what humans sound like, though I do have a certain fascination with the advancement of these technologies, I am not happy with how they are being used in some cases with the intent of depriving human beings of work. Having spoken to my fair share of voice artists over the years, I can say without a doubt that they are some of the nicest people with whom I have ever conversed, individuals who have worked hard to perfect their skills and use them to improve the conditions of our world. I have read of soldiers who were stationed overseas, fighting not only for their lives but our freedom. For some of these courageous men and women, their 'happy place' was found in many forms of artistic expression. Be it animation, motion pictures, music, or all in between there is a power in art--when it's made with love--to impact someone from the moment it is experienced to their final breath. The voices that are heard can significantly contribute to how impactful this art becomes, and can even redeem works that may otherwise have no intrinsic value, at least not 'to the layman'. I have maintained correspondence with a few voice actors who have been remarkably friendly and am considering reaching out to another I've spoken to on and off over the years, including earlier this year. To replace human voices with AI is not only to deprive these people of their livelihoods but opportunities to share their knowledge with younger generations. If I had the chance to learn from one of these people, I would jump at it, and I'm sure there are quite a few others who would too. It is a double-edged sword, though in the end I will always root for those trying to advance technology forward, so long as they are not realizing these advancements with the ambition of costing humans gainful employment. I believe AI is only evil when used for evil purposes; in all other cases, I perceive it neutrally at worst, and positively at best. It seems traces of sun are trying to peek out through gray that has materialized in the sky; we have now arrived at a point of overcast, and another Google search for 'weather in my area' shows that the precipitation percentage has multiplied by four and is currently at 20%. The wind remains at fifteen miles per hour, as it was when I started writing this morning, and the humidity is now at 67%, only two percentage points more than earlier. The actual and 'feels like' temperatures are now at 76 degrees F, a one-degree difference. The sun is now much more apparent, granting luminescence to the leaves on the trees outside, the winds leading them in a 'hula'. There is no net to be thrown to the sea, only ten fingers that continue to type, guided by a mind that remains alert. Yawns come and go but the temptation to get some rest is thwarted no sooner than it is detected. Last night, the lights were turned off shortly after 8:00pm, but my procrastination cost me two hours of sleep. Tonight, I intend to turn in as early as possible. Of course, saying you will do something and actually doing it are completely different things. Paradoxically, writing about sleep seems to have yielded a succession of yawns, each gradually crescendoing in intensity. I have perfected several methods for dealing with a yawn when it comes including tongue trelling; I'm not sure if it actually does anything, but it has become a habit; why fix what is not broken? Last night, I revisited another one among the multiplicity of curiosities that occupy a sector of my filled-up brain: the late Terry A. Davis, masterful programmer, lifelong schizophrenic, and sole developer of the "TempleOS" operating system. As I'm sure others did, I first learned of Mr. Davis through a documentary posted by Fredrik Knudsen for his "Down the Rabbit Hole" series on YouTube. What started out as a fascination with the perceived ravings of a lunatic grew into admiration for a misunderstood genius, an astonishingly intelligent man who became yet another victim of America's horrible healthcare system. Revisiting the archived videos that can be found on YouTube, I found one labeled as a "brutal take down of Linus Torvalds" (best known to computing enthusiasts as the creator and lead developer of the Linux kernel; in a stunning irony both men were born in December 1969, with Terry the older man by nearly two weeks), and had it on a loop all night. It seemed he was at his best when discussing coding and offered some fascinating insights: "An idiot admires complexity, a genius admires simplicity. ...The more complicated something is, the more [an idiot] will admire it. If you make something so [catastrophic] he can't understand it, he's gonna think you're a god. ...That's how they write academic journals. They try to make it so complicated people think they're a genius." Wise words, and words that have led me to reflect on my writing, if I'm being totally candid. Any man who can achieve the parallel of building a car from scratch, in under 100,000 lines of code, has mastered simplicity.