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yes this is before the war, the area Juffair, الجفير, on reclaimed land, it had been a US dormitory area, hotels, for the base ... and grew. More was as Jalal said re-landed. Jo headed back to Riyadh, accompanied on the plane by: I waited on my visa, with the invaluable

this morning, Viktor Frankl's lost lectures on the meaning of life caught my eye at The Marginalian—marginalia on the search for meaning. A review by Maria Popova of lectures originally given in German, for the first time translated into English, under the sensational title of Yes to

After the post-script mode & memory to the AI Perceptual Ontology post, which I filed under theory, I had to ask myself if it was really or whether I was not in an echo chamber with the LLM providing the echo. I threw in two quick and dirty prompts as

I believe, although it was wearing a blinder, a hood, or, in Arabic, a burqa (the same word as the full-body covering for women), even the falcon knew it was being photographed and was posing. The cat certainly knew it was. The goat refused to be photographed. Behind the cockatoo,

kids were playing football in the street, one came up and a group gathered around, he wanted to test out his English. Where are you from? Guess! He made some Northern hemisphere guesses. I get Spain quite a lot. People see vestiges of the Spanish Armada that I'm

below, the drone show at STC metro station, a building which looks like it has been iced with cream cheese. I had my doubts about drone shows . . . I had my doubts about Noor . . . What impressed me most, strange to say, and allayed my doubts, was that none of the public