Our Flame will never be Extinguished The chosen elite who entered the rotting, worm-eaten confessional to seize the primrose were never saviours sent to bring lasting peace or settled order. That was merely vanity blazoned across their heraldry. In truth, they were the indispensable stewards of the loop, anointed not to break the wheel, but to ensure its teeth kept grinding. They took the pale, delicate bloom, the Acclimatisation Society’s consecrated symbol of subjugation, fully aware that planting it within the unyielding ironstone would provoke the very friction keeping the world aflame. They required the transgression; they needed the spark. For the empire does not endure by resting in triumph, but feeds upon the perpetual, exhausting struggle of its own unfinished conquest. As rebels swarm the grand, baroque plazas and consume the cathedral of yesterday, they believe they are dismantling their oppressors' fortress. Raising torches, they watch ancient spires dissolve into a t...
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Beyond Speed and Force - The Importance of Adaptability and the Bigger Picture
Lead like a Strategic Gamer
In any competitive situation, whether it’s a game, creating art, leading a new initiative, or facing life’s challenges, wisdom and foresight are more important than speed and force. The most significant victories are achieved by those who can see the bigger picture, adapt to change, and remain patient and courageous under pressure. Wisdom and Foresight: Keys to Success in Any Competitive Situation
Can You Really Game on a Mac Pro?
JJFB Bennett Finds Out—The Hard Way!
🎮 Gaming enthusiasts, Apple die-hards, and digital strategists, brace yourselves! JJFB Bennett, our fearless (and slightly stubborn) content creator, embarked on a noble quest: to prove his gaming prowess to his three sons. Armed with his Apple Mac Pro M2, he envisioned glorious Counter-Strike victories, lightning-fast reflexes, and tactical domination. The reality? A laggy, glitch-filled disaster that made a PowerPoint presentation look fast.
The Counter-Strike Crisis
JJFB’s Apple Mac Pro, usually a high-performance machine, became an uncooperative relic when faced with Counter-Strike. Bullets moved in slow motion, characters teleported randomly, and the game transformed into a slideshow narrated by frustration. It turns out that even the mighty M2 chip can’t save you from MacOS gaming limitations.
A Ray of Hope? Assassin’s Creed and a Long-Awaited Revelation
Decades ago, one of his sons recommended Assassin’s Creed, raving about its historical accuracy. Like any all-knowing dad, JJFB ignored this advice. Now, years later, the memory resurfaced. Maybe—just maybe—his son had a point.
Determined to salvage his gaming aspirations, JJFB turned to the all-knowing digital oracle: ChatGPT. The verdict? Macs are not ideal for gaming. But JJFB, being a “staunch old fella” (read: stubborn), refused to back down.
Enter Parallels: The Pricey Workaround
A new strategy emerged: Parallels, a virtual machine that runs Windows on a Mac. After coughing up some hard-earned cash, JJFB was greeted with… a massive watermark. Windows wasn’t activated. More money was needed. The rage boiled. Was it worth another $303 to fight this ridiculous battle?
What’s Next? Steam, More Chaos, or Total Defeat?
The journey isn’t over! Will JJFB conquer his Mac’s limitations and finally download Steam? Or will the absurdity of running Windows on Mac claim another victim?
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AI ART and Meaning What role does an artist play when employing AI? Artist statement by JJFBbennett If we accept that AI can generate vast quantities of statistically “meaningful” content from data and algorithms, then meaningful art may lie not in the output itself, but in its selection and framing. AI functions as a kind of unconscious, producing raw material at scale. The artist’s role shifts from maker to curator: deciding what to extract from the data’s noise, what to present as art, the context in which it appears, and the conversation it enters. The artist as the muddler and meddler in the centre of it all. This shift has an art-historical precedent. In 1917, Marcel Duchamp’s *Fountain* made a decisive claim: the artist had not sculpted the urinal but selected it, titled it, and placed it in a gallery. Meaning arose from the gesture of choice rather than the act of making. Walter Benjamin, too, anticipated this logic in his reflections on montage and editing: meaning can e...
Empire of the Primrose poem The city fell in a single night. Holding it would take longer. So the painters were summoned, and the saints on the walls were given his family's eyes. A bloodline was found for him, older than the walls, older than the kings who raised them. Now even the earth must forget it ever belonged to anyone else. The Empire of the Primrose - Station 1 Do you have recurring dreams? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett The cycle always resets at dusk, like waking inside the cold architecture of an unyielding, repetitive dream. I walk the wet, cobbled veins of an ancient European city, passing beneath stone arches hung with heavy, lifeless flags, heraldry drained of colour, damp cloth clinging to wooden poles like dead skin. There is no breath of wind, only the low, humming pressure of an era turning in its sleep. I reach into an iron sconce and tear loose a torch of roaring, ragged fire. The flame casts jittering amber shad...
The Territory of the Little People - Storm Clouds Approaching The atmosphere over Pine Creek churns before it breaks. The sky stops being a distant ceiling, and tears open into a fevered, gestural vortex, churning in fierce ribbons of cadmium gold, raw ember, and bruised ink. Here, in the suffocating stillness of the build-up, the heat plays violent tricks on my inner eye. As the squall gathers, the twisting ironwoods and fractured ridges don't feel empty; they crawl with the uncanny belief of the Little People, low-slung, watchful phantoms spun from wire, red dust, and dry static, waiting out the road's fragility. Every jagged branch and swirling filament of cloud becomes a face, an arm, a sinister presence breathing inside the rising storm, drawing the traveller deeper into the delirium of the interior. Pine Creek Storm Front Torn black filaments of wind and shadow seemed to claw straight out of the atmosphere, dripping down like hot tar, twisting through the spindly ironwo...
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