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[insolitus-academy]

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THEME: bad weather...

[fractallion]

Pageless Writing Apps

🔗 Lex raises $2.75M for its AI writing tool that helps writers get past blocks.

The AI stuff is cool, but there was one thing about this app that made me want to keep using it: It has no historical baggage. I find it odd that many modern word processors like Google Docs and Word retain a bias toward pagination — the UX is intended for printing documents onto letter-sized paper. Lex, in contrast, does away with all that.

💬 TechCrunch

Been exploring 🔗 Lex.page for a couple ‘ months. I even pay - but not yet used it enough to know whether I am going to continue to pay.

That said, the above quote is interesting and I agree with the ‘historical baggage thought - but they are hardly at the vanguard of that kind of thinking!

It as if the writer has never heard of;

Craft

Ulysses

IAWriter

Drafts, et al

Let alone, Obsidian, Roam and Notion

Side note - Craft. Most definitely a personal favorite. And I am increasingly using it to share thoughts, ideas, minutes, reports to specific audiences - most often under ‘loose’ password control.

Cant wait to get my hands on the new stuff they have in Beta - though even that still wont solve what I really really want!

Adding to which their own foray into AI support, I just want to tie apps like that into a single world - and not have different versions of different LLMs spread around various apps. ANNOYING.

[recidivist]

Upnote

I found Upnote from looking at what product hunt suggested were alternatives to notepin.co, and it isn’t really an alternative because Notepin is a blogging or writing platform whereas Upnote is similar to iAwriter, or Drafts, or Standard Notes. In a world where I want to sync across all my devices, what I don’t like about it is this: How does UpNote store my data? UpNote is designed to work…

[theworldnowbeingfound]

iAwriter、サイトにアクセスしたら日本語サイトだったので別に変更せずにそのまま見ていたのだが、deepl でも使ったんかというくらい下手くそな翻訳で「文章を校正します！」的なことが書かれていて「いやお前にされても困るわ」という感が強かった。 掲載されてるレビュー的なもので褒められてるのがだいたい外観と品詞のハイライトなんだけど、日本語ではたぶん品詞のハイライトがまとも機能しなさそうなので英語以外で使用する場合は利点が半減しそう。 あとサイトとか経営者の見た目が Apple になりたいんかな…という感じ。

[milanoapplestyle]

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[athanasia-ia]

Friend of the Devil - self para 1/?

tw: mentions of vomit, and parental neglect and abuse (+ small mention of drug use)

Yoojin’s skin tasted like vanilla pudding and metal. Each time she brought her fingers to her mouth, her tongue circled around the nails, and then teeth gently bit into the cuticles, nibbling on the broken skin. Each time a piece of skin was cut off, she’d roll it around her mouth, chew on it between her front teeth and then, with all the grace of an abandoned, unloved, unrefined soul, she spat it out. There were some alleviating factors. For one, she was sitting in almost complete darkness, surrounded by strangers whose attention was undivided. Their eyes were glued to the stage, and they were mesmerized by the loud, vibrant performance of the Circus. And, two, Yoojin did not know anyone there - for the first time in a long while, she was at a place where no one knew her and she knew no one. There was no need to pretend, no need to hide, no need to care, and the fact was liberating.

Or, at least, it should have been liberating. Despite her best effort, however, she could not help but feel the hairs at the back of her neck rise each time someone moved too suddenly or coughed or yelled in excitement. She could not help her skin breaking into pins and needles each time a shadow reminded her of someone - anyone - she knew. She could not get rid of the nausea either, which had nested in the pit of her stomach from the moment she got on the bus. Yoojin had vomited on the bus, and then once more when she had alighted. Then, when she was finally seated among the audience, as the show began, she kept suppressing the need to throw up again. She kept telling herself that it was all fine, and yet, nothing was fine.

How could it be? She laid her hands on her lap and laced her fingers together, staring off at the stage. One act had just finished, and the audience burst into an ovation, cheering and clapping while the performers bowed, nearly all the way to the ground, expressing their supposedly undying gratitude. Yoojin thought the man in the center had a strange expression, something between appreciation and arrogance. The young girl whose hand he was holding looked as if she had been rolling a piece of lemon around her mouth - her eyes smiled, but her mouth was cramping and twitching in what Yoojin could only describe as a sign of hysterics.

Yoojin’s hands began to shake. Why was she there? Her attempt at giving herself a sense of normalcy - a charade, really, a weak attempt at living a life her parents should have given her - was tumbling down like a house of cards. Her parents...What would happen when she went back home? Just how mad would her father be? She had gone away all by herself, without telling a soul. But, she had been begging to see the circus. For months, since she’d seen they would be coming to Seoul, she had begged and begged, promised to be good (whatever that meant in her parents dictionary), and she had done fairly well in school as well. She had even gone as far as promising to get into a good university. What a foolish girl she was. When had they ever given her anything? They gave her a life, clothes and food, they said - and that should have sufficed.

Yoojin squeezed her hands into fists, biting down hard onto her bottom lip. Father would be mad, he really would. Mother, too. How long would she be grounded? Was he going to hit her again? Probably. Her stomach churned, sending upwards a shot of acid which she could now feel at the back of her throat and the root of her tongue. She swallowed as much saliva as she could, hoping the rising nausea would stop before she vomited all over herself and the people sitting in front of her.

For the next act, they were looking for a volunteer from the audience. Yoojin sat still, only moving her left hand to bite into the cuticles again. She tore one off and tasted blood. Countless arms went up in the air, children and adults alike asking to be picked as the light searched through the audience. Eventually it stopped and much to everyone’s dissatisfaction, it landed on Yoojin, causing the young girl to freeze.

She shook her head. Embarrassed, she looked down, letting long locks of ink black hair fall over her face, but once she was picked, they were not going to change their mind. The audience began to clap, cheering her on instead of the performers. Someone pushed some hair off her face and spoke to her in a gentle, albeit excited voice, saying she should give it a try. Allegedly, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to be part of a circus act. But, Yoojin's entire life was a circus act, she thought. So, what was so special about it? Now that she thought of it, she never should have come here in the first place. Someone else nudged her shoulder, begrudging her for causing a scene and making the performers uncomfortable.

Eventually, God knew how, Yoojin had been forced to get up. Hands and arms moved and pushed her forward, and her legs worked against her. It appeared that her feet had acquired a will of their own and they moved onward, excited to be a part of something bigger, something greater. The rest of her body was as of yet stiff, and her heart was pounding in her head. Her hands were soaked in her own sweat, and she could feel beads of it rolling down the curve of her spine. The noises and the lights around her only made her sicker, but her feet pressed on until one of the performers helped her get onto the stage. As the act was prepared, and explained to the audience, Yoojin kept staring down at the floor, at her toes, at her filthy, worn out sneakers, wishing the ground would open and swallow her alive. In fact, if the end of the world happened right this very moment, she’d have run into the fiery embrace of Hell voluntarily, if it meant this whole charade would stop.

What if it were a nightmare? Yes, perhaps she was sleeping. This thought excited her, and she peeked through her hair, scanning the stage and the audience. They could have all been made up, nothing but a fantasy conjured by her wild, seventeen year old mind. But, she knew better. And she especially knew it was all real when she saw the box in which they were to place her. The view of the casket-like contraption immediately caused her heart to swell in pain, sending her mind into an abyss of old memories: the dilapidated closet in her grandparents’ house where she had been locked by her mother time and time again whenever she did anything remotely naughty.

The thought of being put in that box sent her into her own hysterics, which ebbed liked the works of a tide.

“No,” Yoojin tried to say, pulling her arm out from a performer who was gently nudging her to get closer. The smell of the closet was right there in her nose: the dust, the old clothes sprinkled with cheap perfume. She could hear the clapping of a moth’s wings as it, too, tried to escape the primitive prison. As the audience cheered and the performer kept trying to get her to stand closer to the box, Yoojin managed to utter a “No!”, “Let me go!” and “Leave me alone”, but they just wouldn’t stop. She did see a serious look of concern shared between two performers, and she thought she heard one of them say if they should maybe pick someone else, but it was too late.

Someone nudged Yoojin again and she pushed the woman as hard she could, down on the floor, yelling “LET ME GO!” The audience suddenly fell quiet, and the young girl who had been pushed yelped out in pain, rubbing the back of her head. She looked up at Yoojin. Her face held an expression of disdain and disbelief. She mouthed “What the Hell’s wrong with you?”

And the lights. The damn lights were on the stage, centered around Yoojin. Nearly blinded by their scorching intensity, she breathed out a half-scream and knelt down for a moment, wishing the world to stop spinning. If it could be swallowed by a black hole, or if the angels could horn their trumpets, or if the planet just exploded - she wished for all of that. Someone helped the other woman up and someone else placed a hand on Yoojin's shoulder, but she screamed out a "fuck off!" and got up. Somehow, she found strength to get up and run towards an exit. Any exit would do, as long as she lights would stop following her and the people would stop staring.

She never should have come. Her parents were right to not let her. She was not made for this world and its parade of colours and people. Regretful of this entire thing, terrified of what her parents would do when she came home after an entire day of absence, she rushed right out of the building, and made it just around the corner before she threw up whatever was left in her stomach. Her mouth tasted foul, of acid and cheap breakfast and something else which she could not quite define.

How was she supposed to go home now? Perhaps...Perhaps she did not have to. But, she pushed that thought away as fast as she could. She wiped her mouth and straightened her back. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them her eyes landed on a flier on the ground. She picked it up and flipped it over but, aside from strange symbols - was it a foreign language? some sort of alphabet? - there was nothing else on it. However, for whatever reason, she shoved the flier into her pocket and walked away. Maybe no one even realized I was gone, she thought. But, the late afternoon was already setting and her school must have called by now, informing her mother that Yoojin did not come to class.

She squeezed her hands into fists again and thought if she could just get high, the world would, at least slightly, become a more tolerable place.

[exdoyoung-ia]

[zitao-ia]

zizi uwu

[kayldemon]

What kind of healing gemstone would YOUR muse need?

Ocean Jasper

Joy and high spirits.

Awareness.

Releases negativity.

Encourages uninhibited expression.

Brings one's consciousness to the present moment.

Calming and stress relieving.

[yousyototo]

iA Writerを導入

テスト導入してみた 文章を書くためのアプリとして、現在「iA Writer」を試しています。iA Writerは、文章入力に特化したテキストエディター。Android、iOS、Windows、MacOSそれぞれのアプリが用意されています。 ただ、MacOSとiOSはiCloudで同期されますが、Windows版とAndroid版では、iCloudを通じた同期が取れないため、Dropboxを使用するなど、他のクラウドサービスを使用したファイルの同期が必要となります。 また、注意が必要なのは、それぞれのOSにより使用できる機能が結構違いがあること。特にAndroid版は機能が限られているようです。 iA Writer…

[insolitus-academy]

What will your character get at LUSH?

There is so much, but what would your character want for Christmas?

[zelob-ia]

Finding Nemo: Words are hard. ((Self-para))

Zelo dramatically, but carefully as to not pop, threw himself down into the grass. Having been born to be someone's friend, he never had to try to make one before, nor had he ever gone without one. Now that he officially moved on from that rotten baby lover child, he found himself truly alone. He came to the school because he didn't really know what else to do, and that other imaginary friend said it would help. He also just kinda assumed that making friends would be a lot easier that it was. He'd been at this school for a whole entire day and he didn't know if he had any friends yet! What is happening? Eugene told him they were best friends within minutes of meeting him, so that's how it worked right?

Zelo huffed as he rolled to his stomach and started to pull at the grass, small static squeaks filled the air as he wondered what he was supposed to do. The silence of the late summers day started to fill with ambient noises of insects as a sudden though crossed the balloons mind. "What if I just start making them my friends." He mused out loud, slowly starting to float up from the grass as adrenal and excitement flooded his brain with crashing thoughts. "Thats it!! Instead of waiting for them to make me their friend, I'll just make them my friends! We'll have pirate fights and eat all the candy, and have water fights, and play games, and and and." His words turned into the  chaotic babble of an over excited child. Sentences unable to complete themselves as they rush out of his mouth in an attempt to be vocalized. "Coloring, dinosaurs, space, blankets, bubbles!!"

Zelo wss now floating a good five inches above the grass. As he attempted to quickly stand up, he would have lose his balance if it wasn't for the floating. Instead he did a not-so-graceful tumble as he regained the gift of gravity before scrambling to his feet and taking off for his room.

"Theyre all going to be my friends. I'm going to be the best imaginary friend ever thought off. I'm going to have more friends then any other imaginary has had before!! And I won't ever have to play with another spoiled child again!!" He yelled to the sky as he ran before throwing his arms up and laughing wildly. As he ran to his room he grabbed his bag and slipped under the covers, a small static charge causing the blankets to stick to him as he hid. He pulled out a notebook and a marker before stopping.

"Oh no."

His hands began to tremble as he looked between the marker clutched in his fingers and the notebook open before him.

"I dont know how to spell." 

The realization that the last educational program he attended was kindergarten. Sure he could spell some words, like his name and apple, but not to many more after that. He could barely read the information about the school in his welcome packet. How was he supposed to make a list of all his new friends when he couldn't even write their names?

Warm tears started to swell up in solid black eyes, smearing the inky substance that made them down his cheeks. Oh no this was going to be so much harder than he originally though. He dropped the marker onto the notebook before tossing them out from under the covers and onto the floor. Retrieving a chocolate bar from his candy pocket the began to munch on it while quietly curling up into a ball and quietly crying. He needed to write out a list of names so he could write down everyone's important favorites (focusing mainly on candy, video games, and nap spot) so that he wouldn't forget (because best friends don't forget important favorites) and so he could write down the best ways they play and keep score of who's the best to play with verses whos the best for snacks, verses who's the best for naps!! How was he supposed to remember so many people if he couldn't simply write it down!! 

Zelo cried. He cried for quite a long time, soft sobbing dissolving its way into hiccups as he munched away in his chocolate bar. Okay maybe before he can start to declare friends with people he was going to need an adult to teach him the secrets of writing. Sure he could do pictures but he knew his art skills weren't the greatest and he'd probably forget who got what pictures. "I need a teacher." 

[choisulli-ia]

Survival? Nope | Self para

Sulli dove on to her bed after a long day of classes, she reached under her pillow and grabbed her DS. Sure most people did other things to unwind but this is what Sulli loved to do. Relax on her bed with the tv as background noise and cuddled up with her pets while playing some games. 

The healer recently got a new game which she was excited to play. A game based on survival on a deserted island as she powered up the game she thought about herself, what would she take to survive….hmm food? It wasn’t like she would take a boat because she wouldn’t want to escape, an island all to herself sounded like heaven. She wouldn’t be able to kill any animals and eat them, the thought alone had a shiver of disgust. So a lifetime of lucky charms would be more than enough for her. 

What about if she could also bring one person, she glanced down at her bed and saw her kitten play bitting her rabbit’s ear and she smiled to herself. They are all she really needed.

Then again she would never survive on a deserted island. 

[vaangoghs]

i’ve been writing a v self indulgent thing for the past two and a half years that will never see the light of day and it’s over 700,000 words and i just wanna know

why

[athanasia-ia]