Players Only Love You When They're Playin'

My sister called this a Chicken Cassoulet.  I was happy to hear it had a name.  For me it was a way to not turn on that oven in this heat.  A huge pan filled with things I love.  My side salad was thinly sliced cucumbers, red onions with jalapenos, cilantro, mint, red wine vinegar, good olive oil and a pinch of sugar, salt and pepper.  Lovely dinner really. A little trick (that I didn't do) is to put the lemon slices underneath the chicken so that they become caramelized on the bottom of the pan and you can eat the whole thing.  It becomes a soft, drunken chicken-fatty fruit slice that's almost sexual. 

I have been immersed in the dangers of AI, listening to lectures and discussions by top scientists.  I had avoided the whole topic for years since it always felt too sci-fi but was surprised to hear that it is already underway and we're not too far from changing the game in a major way.  But when you learn about AI you must also explore what reality means.  Since I consider it a place I'm always dying to escape, I also went deep into those theories.  I especially like the one that poses a chair is only there when we look at it, meaning it's not really there, we just construct it with our minds in a form that evolution has taught us that works. That we are only dealing with a limited interface and are probably not capable of seeing actual reality because it exists out of time and space.  That got me thinking about human connections.  How real are these links?  Are they just chemicals reacting?  Can an attachment be one-sided?   I know trouble can be felt, because I pick up on dark moods fairly easily.   Some people think we are all super connected, that no one is separate. A joint consciousness. Probably so.  That means we're all assholes, which I had suspected.  Happiness is also a feel.   Some folks can bring happiness with their presence or even implied presence.  I know of only a few that are both very dark and very light at their core.  Most are more consistent but they are not as interesting to me from a personal or scientific perspective.

Many times I bring happiness directly to P in his room.  I knock on his door and deliver a meal like a regular in-home Grub Hub service.  I don't ask him for anything, just hand him a plate of hot food with a napkin and fork.