One full word filled my waking mind today: VITUPERATIVE. Could not shake that word. Knowing not what it meant I tried to analyze it but I had nothing on these word-pieces. It sounded unpleasant, and when apprised of its meaning I learned that the word refers to aggressive, violent verbal discourse. It sounds like a word I was forced to use in a sentence during school. An SAT word, perhaps. I have no use for this word today and I have no idea where it came from to have landed in my head this day.
My mother often spoke of two occurrences where words appeared fully formed and commanding in her dreamspace. One word was VOLUSIA. The other occurrence involved a name: PALMER STILES. It would be many years later that our father left us and moved to Volusia County. Mother would suggest that her dreaming that word, which was entirely unknown to her at the time, was a signal, a warning, a message; but she had no way to interpret it. As for Palmer Stiles, that secret was revealed even more years later. I happened to find that one Palmer Stiles lived in Volusia County and was involved in NASCAR activities. Did anyone connected to my father or anyone else have any affiliation with Palmer Stiles? Certainly not I but, throughout high school, I used his name for characters in my short stories.
I once woke up with an exact street address, a buiding located in East Elmhurst. Waking up, before I did anything else but shower, I made my way over there, to see what was waiting for me.I found nothing but kept the faith for some time that something wonderful awated me there.
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Today II tried the new-ish MTA text service where you can report issues inside a subway car by texting 212-MTA-INFO. The experience was confusing but I think I was able to successfully repoirt an icky-sticky liquid spill on car #9117, R train heading downtown. Responses were clearly automated but one human made an appearance, only to be shuffled aside by the automatons. I don’t know if a liquid spill is what the MTA had in mind when they set up this reporting mechanism. Odds are end-of-line maintenance crews are going to find this condition regardless of whether someone texts it in. Certainly they are not going to halt the train and deploy emergency clean-up crews to the 49th Street midtown station where I reported this. That type of response could possibly occur if someone defecated onto the floor or made a foul odor. Or maybe not. Maybe this all just serves to demonstrate that the subway are alive and this new ability to file in-transit maintenance reports is just some corporate penis-waving.
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Worked again with GPT last night to automate the artistic project I now consider to be just grunt work. For years I scanned receipts, individually creating filenames that reflected the date of the receipt and the name of the store that issued it. I also blurred out certain bits, such as account numbers and that infernal last 4 digits of the CC# they continue to insist on printing. GPT seems to be getting the hang of it, but I’m doing this in Codex, which does not seem to be as good with remembering previous conversations as regular GPT. GPT is, so far, considerably slower at doing this than I would be if doing it manually. But I don’t want to do it manually anymore so the time it takes GPT, and the fact that this is hardly time-sensitive, is not much of a concern at this point. It also has the potential to free what I’d always wanted to make available: the text content of the receipts in actual text format. Will see where it goes. Right now, I gotta poop.