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All that (including the Update) sounds danged fun and interesting, if I only had a brain.
And I say that sort of analogy-istically, as last Friday "I" wound up groveling around in what might be called a biological substrate zone, some odd seizure-istic state prompting my wife to hail an ambulance - whose ride I don't remember save for something like half a moment what I want to say was about 2/3rds the way down our street.
So I was somehow removed from bed, out the front door, into the vehicle, driven some 10 miles (sorry... don't remember the metric conversion factor at the moment...), into a hospital, and didn't "come to" until, sheesh... not even sure... was it midday?
I dunno.
Somehow it all seems remotely related to your describing old USB limitations, hence my fumbling with da keyboard again in order to make allegedly intelligible text magically appear on your screen.
So much I'd like to write. But then I remember just how private our individual instantiations of a common language are. It's like what for me is an indirection operator might be exponentiation for you. Something like that. Except we're both convinced the other is attempting to mean what we'd mean with the same symbol(s), but just not very good at it, just being intentionally difficult, etc., etc.
Check out this example (he says in his mostly private language):
I applied for some position in weworkremotely.com, and was eventually told it was already filled... but that I should contact some so-and-so because I sounded like I'd be a great assistant for them.
And so I did.
But the reply I received, well, it was a textural nightmare, sort of an amalgam of what I'd forwarded to said person from the person who recommended me, and a string of not-well-delimited thoughts laying half dead in a minefield of typos... and of course the first thing that came to mind was "Holy fucking shit, I'm being scammed!"
So, you know.. a couple more email exchanges.. and I'm maybe sorta kinda thinking the situation might be legit.. but for the life of me can't understand how to trust whoever's communicating with me on the other end. I'm under the impression (clarity has been damned hard to come by so far) they're out of the (i.e. my) country, but soon returning, they're allegedly preparing a list of things for me to pursue on their behalf, but I can't think of a single thing they've sent my way that gives so much as a 50% sense of legitimacy.
About the best they could do to garner trust was to stammer along the lines of why else would they be speaking so candidly from their core - which, of course, to me sounded more like poorly assembled ramble-mania. :-)
Anyway, this is part reply to this thread, part reply to the other wherein the notion of corruption came up.
Am I really to the point where I don't trust anyone save my wife, dad, and siblings? I mean, whoa, holy fucking shit.... And yet that's roughly where I wind up whenever putting more than a little thought into it.
Jee-zus. How're ya doing? And do you know what caused it? What were you doing at the time? I hope you're relaxing a bit and are recovering okay.
As for communication: I guess we're all ships in the night passing each other with confusing signalling equipment, but roughly getting the message across: "Hi / don't crash into me please"
> it was a textural nightmare > garner trust
there was a time when I first joined this forum where I genuinely thought you were a bot, because I wasn't used to the way you communicated and thought: "this is word salad". It was only after a few other exchanges, and you explicitly telling me you were not a bot, did I begin to wrap my head around the way you explained things.
I think intent/trust is a big part of it. Once you know what someone is intending to say, and you trust their experience in the topic, you kind of gloss over how they say it - where how they say it is more of a characteristic of their speech than a measure of the merit of their words.
> Am I really to the point where I don't trust anyone save my wife, dad, and siblings?
Maybe. I'm getting there too. How long do we have until the bots find this place, the mod(s) get overwhelmed with the seemingly coherent requests from new users? Do we close the garden gates and profile any newcomers like bored NIMBYs? Probably we'll have to.
Anyway, I hope you're doing better now healthwise