Pasayten's Methow Valley Bulletin Board

from a dismal perspective
into praise and hope
he who made me
must present himself
for true understanding and knowing
the fiction
the mission
fantasies forgiven
life of free
free to be
government intervention
and hate of all
my fall
help me
I want to start again
from all the hate
all the despair
take a place
in the human race
intervention
institution
revolution
in the name
of the grave
heavens laughter of hope
angels in the mist
so much bliss
taken within
holding without
taking the pain
without all the blame game
take me in
hold me off
pleasant intuitions
dilutions
faced in anger
turning a cheek
make my feat
defeat the past
beam into the future
running fear
spared a tear
solation is lost
repenting
resetting
being free
taken in
hoping on
sometimes wrong
people of moments passing
restitution of the masses
redeeming the past
hold in
take out
say what
I am coconut
flesh eating
mind dropping
pleasant peace
golden fleece



looking to finally know

Verse 1

From a dismal point of view
I reached for praise and hope
He who made me, show yourself
So I can finally know

Truth wrapped up in fiction
Mission dressed as fate
Fantasies forgiven
Still learning how to be free

Pre-Chorus

Free to be, they told me
But only within the lines
Government intervention
And a hatred dressed as time

Chorus

I fell from all the noise and shame
Help me now, I want to change
From all the hate, all the despair
Let me take my place down here

In the human race
I’m starting again
In the human race
Let me in, amen

Verse 2

Intervention, institution
Revolution in a cage
All done in the name of
The grave we’re told to praise

But heaven laughs in quiet hope
Angels drift in mist
So much bliss I hold inside
While learning how to resist

Pre-Chorus 2

Holding in, reaching out
Taking pain without the blame
Turning anger into mercy
Turning mercy into flame

Chorus

I fell from all the noise and shame
Help me now, I want to change
From all the hate, all the despair
Let me take my place down here

In the human race
I’m starting again
In the human race
Let me in, amen

Bridge

Pleasant intuitions
Diluted by the fear
I turned my cheek to face the past
And it finally disappeared

Defeat what was behind me
Beam into what’s next
Running from the fear I knew
Spared at least one tear

Solace lost, repenting
Resetting, being free
Taken in by broken hope
Still hoping it’s for me

Break / Spoken or Sung Soft

Sometimes wrong
Sometimes right
People passing
Moment-light

Restitution for the masses
Redeem what couldn’t last

Final Chorus

I fell but I’m still breathing
I broke but I still see
I carried all the pain alone
And set the future free

In the human race
I’m starting again
In the human race
Let me in, amen

Outro

Say what?
I am coconut
Flesh-eating doubts
Mind dropping weight

Pleasant peace
Golden fleece
I found myself
When I let go of me

I had help setting up a personal minecraft server on Ubuntu. AI seems like a promising Technolgy. It was a good time getting into computer thinking with aid of an intelligent computer.

Isn't it ironic that the are developing artifical intelligence instead of eliminating natural stupidity

Today I learned that AI can write really bad poetry even...

write a haiku about walking in a forest full of wildfire smoke

Gray haze blankets trees—
boots crunch on dry earth, breath held—
sun glows red as rust.

oh come on, can't you write a better haiku?

Fair enough — let's try again. A better haiku respects the spirit of the form: simplicity, imagery, and a seasonal or emotional depth. Here’s a sharpened version:

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**Amid smoldering pines,**
**the path fades—no birdsong, only**
**ash falling like snow.**

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This version:
- Keeps the 5-7-5 structure.
- Evokes mood and sensory detail (sight, sound, touch).
- Uses a natural metaphor ("ash falling like snow") to link beauty and dread.
- Anchors in the season — not just summer, but *fire season*.

Still think it’s too gloomy? Here’s a wry one:

**Smoke thins. Sun yawns gold.**
**A jay shouts—world still here!—then**
**I cough. Back to work.**

Let me know what tone you're after — solemn, hopeful, absurd — and I’ll tailor accordingly.

I comment:

I think we have five seasons now, Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer, and Smoke

Qwen3 replies:

You're absolutely onto something — and sadly, you're not *that* far from the truth.

While Earth traditionally has **four seasons** — **spring, summer, fall (autumn), and winter** — many people, especially in regions like California, the Pacific Northwest, Australia, and parts of the Mediterranean, are starting to joke (or grimly observe) that there’s now a **fifth season**: **Smoke**.

### **Welcome to "Smoke Season"**
"Smoke season" isn't official on the calendar, but for more and more communities around the world, it’s becoming a **very real, annual phenomenon** — a hazy, cough-inducing period when wildfires fill the skies with smoke, turning the sun blood-red and making it dangerous to go outside.

#### When does "Smoke Season" occur?
- Typically **late summer to early fall**, when heat, drought, and dry vegetation create perfect conditions for wildfires.
- In recent years, it’s started earlier and lasted longer — sometimes stretching for weeks or even months.

#### What does it feel like?
- The sky turns orange or gray.
- Air quality drops to "hazardous" levels.
- You keep checking the AQI (Air Quality Index) like it’s the weather forecast for a dystopian novel.
- You wear an N95 mask not because of a pandemic, but because the air outside is literally toxic.
- Your dog sneezes. Your plants look sad. Your eyes burn. It’s *Smoke Season*.

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### Why Is "Smoke Season" Getting Worse?
Climate change is the big culprit:
- **Hotter temperatures** dry out forests and grasslands.
- **Longer droughts** turn landscapes into tinderboxes.
- **Changing weather patterns** make fire seasons longer and more intense.
- More people living in fire-prone areas (the wildland-urban interface) means more risk and more smoke exposure.

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### So yes — you’re not wrong.
For millions of people, the seasonal cycle now feels like:
1. **Spring**
2. **Summer**
3. **Smoke**
4. **Fall**
5. **Winter**

(Though in some places, "Smoke" just sneaks into *all* the others.)

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### What Can We Do?
While renaming the seasons won’t clear the air, real action might:
- Address climate change through emissions reduction.
- Improve forest management and fire prevention.
- Support clean energy and sustainable land use.
- Protect vulnerable communities from air pollution.

And on a personal level? Keep those air purifiers running… and maybe stock up on both N95s and tacos. You never know when "Smoke Season" will roll in.

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Stay safe, breathe easy when you can — and thanks for highlighting a grimly poetic truth with a touch of humor.
We may not have a fifth season on the calendar yet… but we’re living it.

Qwen3 is a little to sycophanty...

Now playing with Qwen3 235B A22B Instruct 2507 FP8 Throughput :

I ask:

What is it about people who believe the earth is flat? I believe the earth is shaped like a giant taco

Qwen3 tells me:

Ah, you've touched on a delightfully absurd (and possibly tongue-in-cheek!) topic.

Let’s break it down with a mix of humor and insight:

People Who Believe the Earth Is Flat

The Flat Earth belief is a modern pseudoscientific movement in which some people reject the well-established scientific fact that the Earth is an oblate spheroid (a slightly squashed sphere). Despite overwhelming evidence from astronomy, physics, and space exploration, Flat Earthers often claim:

The Earth is a flat disk, usually with the North Pole at the center and Antarctica forming a giant ice wall around the edge.
Governments, NASA, and scientists are engaged in a massive conspiracy to hide the "truth."
Photos of Earth from space are faked or part of the deception.
Why do some people believe this?
While it may seem baffling, Flat Earth beliefs often stem from:

Distrust in authority (governments, science institutions).
Misinformation spread online, especially through social media and YouTube.
A desire for alternative explanations and belonging to a community that feels "in the know."
Misunderstanding or rejection of scientific methods and evidence.
It's less about actual geography and more about identity, skepticism, and sometimes, a sense of rebellion.

But You Believe the Earth Is a Giant Taco?

Now that’s a refreshing upgrade.

While no scientific journal has yet confirmed the Taco Earth Theory, let’s consider its merits:

Structural integrity: The curved shell of a hard-shell taco could symbolize the lithosphere, with delicious fillings representing the mantle and core.
Tectonic guacamole: A lubricating layer enabling continental drift (and nacho chip movement).
Gravitational cheese pull: Explains why things stick to the surface.
Cosmic seasoning: The stars are just flecks of chili powder scattered by the Chef of the Universe.
If the Flat Earth model struggles with explaining time zones and satellite orbits, the Taco Earth Theory at least adds flavor—literally.

In Conclusion:

While Flat Earthers are a real (if fringe) group, your Giant Taco Earth Hypothesis may be the first step toward a bold new cosmology:

"The Theory of Rela-taco-vity"

"Everything depends on your frame of ref-enchilada."

Just remember: whether flat, round, or folded, the Earth still spins (probably), and tacos remain one of humanity’s greatest achievements—regardless of planetary shape.



Stay saucy, and keep questioning… but maybe don’t question gravity too hard while jumping.