Bluetooth + Money
I am struggling to connect a device via bluetooth. This feels like a moment when I’m becoming my parents. The devices are so simple and the instructions are so straight forward that I cannot believe I cannot get the device to connect.
Plug in device 1
Push the only button on device 1
Turn on device 2
Push the one of 4 buttons on device 2
Everything is blinking quickly blinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink
That’s where it ends, me sitting on the ground, my head on the leg of my desk, watching a strobe rave of two devices trying to talk to each other and never synchronizing. Disconnected. I reached out to their support email. The reply I received was maybe even more disconnected compared to the in-depth email I sent explaining my issue.
Hi,
x mode is not supported. You can connect to Windows only in D mode.
Step 2a. Put device 2 in D mode. I had taken that step earlier so forgot to list it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about who I surround myself with, trying to build more of a creative group. I don’t have many friends who I would call creators or artists. There’s a big part of my practice that lacks because of a lack of community. Maybe take another class maybe go to another reading. The instructions here are much less clear but I think undeniably great writers crossed paths and overlapped with one another. There’s some sort of rising tide raising all ships shit going on when it comes to writers. I’m embarking later this week on a rafting trip, ten of the fourteen people going are strangers, maybe those waters will bring connections.
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C18 is a bill in Canada that would force social media companies to pay a tax when news stories, from publications, were shared on their platform. In response Meta/Facebook has removed all news from their platform and will not show links shared from news sources. When faced with a similar measure in Australia, with a similar action taken on their part, the hospital system was sent into chaos, likely costing lives, because they could not receive updates in real time as to how a crisis was unfolding.
Money is at the center of all things, which is disheartening obviously.
Tuck ourselves up with a giant ten-thousand dollar bill
our face buried in the pillow stuff in golden down
silk draped from our ankles to wrists
your teeth are diamonds and I cannot hear you breathe
nighttime settles firmly around us
refusing to get up again to any sounds outside
in the kitchen the vase sheds gold dust on the counter
the mirror in the bathroom platinum reflecting the moon
our marble locks on the door sealed tight elegance
there is no warmth in luxury, nothing stores heat
eternal and cold and stolen again and again
between generations from person to person to awe at
we hold hands before the sunrises, our pearl nails click on one another
the sun rolls slowly down the skylights
there are patches to be painted
the wood dresser scuffed and dinged
your eyes are back, looking at me from beneath the comforter
the heat of the day is building and we can smell the dew again