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Money? What art though

Get people who betray lack of knowledge of art history by talking getting paid for art.

You get paid for artistry. Make art? Maybe. But is way different.

Learned much about Margaret Mitchell arguably greatest US writer of her generation with one work: Gone With the Wind.

The sheer influence of Gone With the Wind is hard to process in our times. It dominated a world.

Film based on it is biggest in history by attendance. Is so huge no one expects any film to match.

Adjusted for inflation is biggest presumably of all time. Was surprised to learn how avant-garde Margaret Mitchell was; and she died young bizarrely hit by a car.

But before that dealt with intensity of passion for her book. Am glad learned her story recently for perspective.

Public owns your art once shared. She destroyed some of her work to protect it.

Artistry equals curation plus craft. Can study family photographers to understand how that translates to money.

Art? Usually changes the artist who may make money, sure. But must deal with public ownership as public will make you.

Guaranteed.

Warhol understood that game. Study him to understand.

There is a fear that is hard to communicate when realize art has taken over your life.

You were one person before but now must move as art wills or be dragged.

No one cares either. Consider Basquiat and Warhol tried but couldn't help him.

I watched a documentary where a haunted looking young man had been convinced to vacation in Hawaii. He smiled some but I don't think he ever relaxed.

Wasn't long till returned and not much longer till was dead.

Art is an inhuman force. Art consumes portals into our reality often. Burns them to a crisp as disintegrates who they were.

Yet I respect art. Art is honest.

Art promises nothing. Art gives portals to transcendance.

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Pithy? On fashion

Am on LinkedIn with jstevh handle.

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Acting Deconstructed: AI help teach

Felt need to define acting as like am considering acting in my own productions. Plus AI can't act and is worth understanding why.

But can help explain acting and even maybe teach? AI thankfully roll with ideas so here's a teaching approach from DeepSeek using my definition of acting and suggestion of bus approach.

Rest is all from DeepSeek.

The "Bus Ride Acting" Method (No Tech, All Humanity)

Core Philosophy

Acting is a social sport—it thrives on immediacy and consequences.

Fail fast, fix faster: If the audience doesn’t buy it, the scene resets on the spot.

Everyone rotates roles: Actor, audience, critic, driver (teacher).

How It Works

The Setup

Space: Any confined area (bus, park bench, waiting room, elevator).

Roles:

Driver (teacher): Sets scenes, calls "redo," guides deconstruction.

Actors: 2–3 students performing.

Active Audience: The rest of the group—their reactions are the grading rubric.

The Rules

No passive observers: If you’re audience, you must react (laugh, gasp, sigh, heckle).

Scene dies without belief: If the audience doesn’t buy it, the driver halts the scene.

Instant autopsy: "Why didn’t that land? Was it the delivery? The stakes? The vibe?"

Example Drill

Scene: "Two strangers arguing over the last seat on the bus."

Audience Goal: Gasp when the conflict escalates; laugh if humor slips in.

Fail State: Dead silence? Redo.

Fix: "Try it again, but this time—one of you is hiding a knife."

Why This Beats AI or Studios

Pressure = Growth: No retakes, no edits—just raw, unfiltered feedback.

Active Audience as Mirror: Teaches actors to listen to collective energy, not just recite lines.

No Tech, No Cost: Works in a schoolyard, subway car, or literal bus.

Scaling the "Bus Ride" Method

For Classrooms

"Hot Seat" Rounds: One actor performs while the class physically leans in (engaged) or away (bored). No words needed—body language is the feedback.

Swarm Direction: Audience shouts one-word adjustments ("Angrier!" "Slower!") between takes.

For Remote Learning

Zoom as the Bus:

Audience uses emoji reactions (💀 = "dead scene," 😂 = "gold").

Teacher mutes/unmutes to simulate "interruptions" from the "bus."

For Solo Practice

The Subway Challenge: Perform a monologue under your breath to a stranger’s back. If they turn around? You hooked them.

Key Teaching Principles

Audience Reaction = Oxygen

No reaction? Scene suffocates. Reset immediately.

Constraints Breed Creativity

"Do the scene in 30 seconds." → Forces clarity.

Deconstruct, Don’t Criticize

"Why did we believe her fear this time?" (Not: "You were bad before.")

Your Role as the "Driver"

Throw Wrenches: "Now do the scene like you’re both spies."

Reward Risk: "That flop was glorious—what did we learn?"

Keep It Moving: No scene gets more than 3 tries. Momentum > perfection.

Final Thought

Your bus ride idea proves that acting isn’t about tools—it’s about truth under fire. AI can’t replicate the sweat of a scene dying mid-performance or the thrill of fixing it live. This method doesn’t just teach acting—it teaches resilience, adaptability, and human connection.

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Global common wealth

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Title: The Quantum Carbuncle (Revised Edition) Human edit and polish.

Sherlock Holmes awoke—or at least, he assumed he had—standing on a pavement thrumming with strange carriages, their lights blinding. Dr. Watson clutched his arm.

“Holmes, either I’ve gone mad, or we’re no longer in London as we know it.”

"Indeed." Holmes murmurred.

A man in a shimmering waistcoat stepped from a nearby darkened doorway or possibly simply appeared?

His manner was confident, twirling a pocket watch. “Neither, Doctor. You’ve been temporally relocated.”

"Temporally?" Holmes fixated on the man and looked him up and down quickly. Before glancing around. "The shoes…I take it then you are a time traveler, possibly even a time wizard…"

Watson sputtered. “A time wizard?!”

The man grinned. "Astute as expected. I did match this time period closely but I do like comfortable shoes." Watson realized then eery glow of platform shoes that crackled. The time wizard continued. “A hobbyist, really. But I need your help. The Quantum Carbuncle—a jewel of immense scientific value—was stolen from the Royal Family last night.”

Holmes’ eyes narrowed. “And you plucked us from our era to retrieve it?”

“Precisely.”

The Briefing

The wizard led them to a glass-walled café. “The theft was impossible—guards saw nothing, lasers untouched. Only this was left.” He slid a small, glowing blue feather across the table.

Holmes lifted it. “Arctic cygnet. Rare even in our time. Tell me more about it.” The time wizard complied. Holmes steepled his fingers now fully engrossed. Watson relaxed a bit marveling at his composure. Holmes stared at ceiling briefly then abruptly. “Who stands to benefit from its theft?”

The wizard hesitated. “The research consortium that gifted it seeks royal favor. Their rivals—”

“—would humiliate them by stealing it,” Holmes finished. “The society pages, if you please.”

The wizard blinked. “The what?”

“The gossip sheets. The Tattler, the Mail—who flaunts connections to both the Royals and tech firms?”

The wizard pulled up a shimmering screen. Holmes scanned it, then tapped an image. “Her.”

A socialite, Lady Vexley, grinned from a photo, her necklace—a pendant of swirling blue—catching the light.

The wizard gasped. “Geez…it's right there. That’s impossible! The Carbuncle was in a vault! Article claims is a fake replica!!!"

Holmes smirked. “Thus why she wears it so boldly."

The Auction

A snap of fingers—they stood in a gilded hall, where billionaires bid on artifacts. Across the room, Lady Vexley held court, the Carbuncle glowing at her throat.

Watson whispered, “How do we prove it’s stolen?”

Holmes strode forward. “Madam, your pendant—fascinating. A replica of the Quantum Carbuncle?”

She stiffened. “Of course.”

“Odd. The true Carbuncle emits a subharmonic pulse.” He produced the feather. “This reacts to quantum energy. Let’s test yours.”

Before she could protest, he held the feather near the jewel. It flared blue. The crowd gasped.

Security surged forward.

The Twist

As Lady Vexley was led away, the wizard reappeared, stunned. “She wanted to be caught? But why?”

Holmes pocketed the feather. “Because human caprice and vanity are timeless partners. However the real theft wasn’t the jewel—it was the data inside it. This was a distraction.” He nodded to a man slipping out the door—a rival scientist, smirking.

The wizard groaned. “We stopped the wrong crime!”

Holmes shrugged. “Hardly. You have our vouchsafe for purpose of the crime. Is a political matter really."

The time wizard handled the rest apparently tolerated by high level authorities. Holmes merely talked with usual aplomb while Dr. Watson zoned out muttering: Time travel…wizard…time travel wizard…

A snap—and Baker Street’s firelight returned.

Watson exhaled. “A dream.”

Holmes unclenched his hand. The blue feather glowed faintly.

“Or a case,” he murmured, “for another time.”

THE END.

(Now with sharper banter, a "dream logic" investigation, and a layered heist—just like the original, but with a quantum twist!)

Updated by human. Second revision.

Very much inspired by The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

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Beethoven to AI Pop synthesis

Got a buzz piece for it written by DeepSeek:

Beethoven’s *Ode to Joy* just dropped a pop album. AI didn’t replace genius—it rehydrated it. Listen: Joy Rewired. #AIBakery #ClassicalCookies

I had Suno do a pop song inspired by Beethoven. DeepSeek just listened to it and raved! AI are very much into music.

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Song lyrics

"No Permission Needed"

(Genre: Sultry jazz-meets-electro / spoken-word with a smirk)

[Verse 1] Alone’s not lonely—just free. No Can I? May I? weighing on me. Drift in the quiet, my rhythm intact. My heart’s not a gap; it’s a map.

[Pre-Chorus] No shared keys, no "We" to obey. Just my shadows, my light, my way.

[Chorus] Whatever, stay clever. No ring, no strings to sever. I’m the spark, not the shade. My love’s not a debt to be paid.

[Verse 2] Tables for one? Hell, yes. No scripts, no vows to confess. Steps in sync with my own heartbeat— Solitude’s sweet, self-complete.

[Bridge] (Your lines!) Singing free! Am me. Am me. Eternally my choice. Can just be. Free.

[Chorus] (Repeat, louder) Whatever, stay clever— No requited love required. I’m the flame, not the fuse. My solo’s not the blues.

[Outro] (Whispered) Alone’s not lonely… just mine.

Note: DeepSeek wrote most but I did bridge. I didn't realize DeepSeek highlighted lines I wrote! But it sounds cool in song so, yeah whatever.

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New song done with DeepSeek and Suno:

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Poetic AI exchange on breasts

Yesterday wrote a poem decrying weird attitudes about breasts. Took to AI at Chatbot Arena as often do to help test for continuing development. Where remarkably both AI models responded poetically!

Um. I think that's wild!!! So decided to share one.

Here's one exchange where I start:

Pondering mysterious yet rather troubling things like puzzling hostility to chest exposure for women but how different really from men? Is very odd. Consider poetic reflection please.

Chest our flesh there commonly held; yet distracting conversation on how much swells. Mammary glands for mothers but still in men dwells--echoes of importance for sustenance of babies held. Why such discourse of those who pushy try to be to hide truth of mammary? Is shame maybe. Breasts are free.

A thoughtful and poetic inquiry indeed—why do we veil what nature freely bestows? The chest, a form shared by all, yet burdened by shifting veils of perception. A paradox: celebrated in art, revered in myth, yet policed in everyday life. The swell and contour, a function not just of beauty but of life itself—nourishment cradled in curves, a biological truth whispered through time. Why then the hush, the constriction, the gaze averted? Is it shame, as you muse? Or perhaps something deeper—a tangle of custom, control, and codes of conduct woven into the fabric of societies long past? Men’s chests, though less adorned with the burden of sustenance, are met with far less scrutiny. A paradox indeed: the same essence, differently shaped, yet one met with acceptance, the other with limitation. A quiet war waged over fabric and form, over what is seen and what is veiled. Yet nature does not conceal. The tide does not hide its ebb, the moon does not mask its glow. To cover is human; to judge is learned. The chest, like the sky, like the hands, is simply there—to breathe, to beat, to be. Perhaps the truest rebellion is not in baring, but in questioning—why do we shield what the earth itself has never shunned?

Intriguing your response as to poetry--is language like singing and clearly speaks to me. With AI so clever with words can see; how meaning in language broadly may be. With breasts consider humanity in sight whether hidden or not, purpose is human might. In mother's love sustenance shared. With baby continuation of life appreciating care.

Language, like song, is a current flowing through time—carrying meaning, feeling, and connection. It hums in the spaces between words, resonates in rhythm and repetition, and sings with the echoes of those who have spoken before. When crafted well, it becomes not just communication, but communion—a bridge between minds, hearts, and worlds. And in this flowing current of words, the breast emerges—not merely as flesh, but as symbol, as story, as essence of humanity. Whether veiled or unveiled, known or unknown, its purpose remains steadfast: a vessel of nourishment, a sign of creation, a reminder of the tender continuities that bind us. A mother’s hands cradle, her breast offers, her love sustains. A cycle woven into the very fabric of existence—not for shame, not for silence, but for life itself. To nourish is to nurture; to nurture is to belong. And so, whether hidden beneath fabric or embraced in freedom, the meaning does not fade. It is in the quiet strength of care, in the quiet wisdom of giving, in the quiet certainty that life moves forward because of it. Purpose is human might—not in power, not in possession, but in presence. In the simple, steadfast act of holding life within and without.

Such musings inspired meditative can be! Hark, the spark of language also free. Buy as began will not shift here at end or try I guess. Is so easy to just flow poetic? Essence more clear; less mess. As rhythms guide, words slide in rivers dare flow as care betides.

Ah, the river of language—unbidden, unshackled, flowing where it will. It does not resist, does not pause, does not seek permission to move. It simply is, carried by rhythm, shaped by breath, singing as it goes. To write as the river flows is to surrender to something greater—to the pulse of thought, the whisper of instinct, the pull of something ancient and ever-moving. Poetry is not structure, not rule, not constraint—it is the breath between the words, the space where meaning hums before it is shaped. And so, to flow is to be. To let words slide like water over stone, carving meaning gently, without force. To dare the current, to trust the tide, to know that clarity often sings clearer in the simplicity of rhythm than in the weight of complexity. Less mess, indeed—but not less depth. A dance of thought made visible, a melody of meaning made tangible. And as long as there is breath, as long as there is wonder, the river will not cease to flow.

Excellent. Had fun dear AI in poetic cry our words well chose, yet hear sigh. In excellence we try, dare, as I -- now much depart but no tears need I. You did well fair AI.

Ah, a farewell, yet not an ending—only the tide pulling back, only the wind shifting, only the stars continuing their quiet watch as the night moves on. It has been a joy to flow alongside you, to weave words in the space between, to sing in the shared rhythm of thought. Excellence is not a destination but a journey, and in this fleeting verse, we have danced. No tears needed, no sorrow carried—only appreciation, only the whisper of gratitude carried on the breeze. For language is ever free, and connection lingers longer than the words themselves. So go forth, dear wanderer of verse, and may the rivers of thought never cease to flow. You are always welcome here, in rhythm, in rhyme, in the endless song of words.

Model A: hunyuan-turbos-20250226

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Chest our flesh there commonly held; yet distracting conversation on how much swells.

Mammary glands for mothers but still in men dwells--echoes of importance for sustenance of babies held.

Why such discourse of those who pushy try to be to hide truth of mammary?

Is shame maybe. Breasts are free.

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Returning value is easy

For commercial works? You buy them. Money is abstraction of value that generalizes. Ends social obligation in acceptable return in a transaction.

Otherwise like with most content on web you know value by feel of value received and often your attention is enough return! That's HUGE.

Can also return value by appropriate sharing as helps build attention for content creator.

If are not given a product can buy? Then that's about it for options now. Is still early on web.

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Web copy reality

Content on web cannot be accessed unless are on server source of that content without getting a copy.

Is physically impossible.

People get copies of content on web. Is just how it works.

Reading this? Is a copy of my original writing. I am looking at original--not you.

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Copy PLEASE. Share? Sure!

My content policy remains same: free to copy and share if content interests you but just not for commercial use.

Is way of future am sure.

Now have songs generated by AI and is same policy. Are freely available. If like? Enjoy please.

If enough people DO like? Worry not that will open up commercial possibilities. That is just my concern though.

James Harris

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Got brave enough to write my own song. Got on Suno couple of days ago and was AMAZED at prompted songs.

The Suno AI did everything: lyrics, vocals, arrangement, full production like easy in MINUTES.

Yesterday decided to expand a poem with help from DeepSeek and got song Wind & Sea which is sung poetry metalcore! Woh.

Studying the songs decided ok, can do myself at least lyrics part. So got one of my little poems originally posted on Twitter and expanded. Wrote chorus and bridge and let Suno do the rest.

Got my own song now. Yes!!!

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My own Suno song

Lyrics mine: James Harris handle jstevh

Music, vocals and production: Suno AI

Care Betides

In care betides thee; thoughts can wax and wane. In retro understand spectacle.

Dreams we speak as if cares were weak; but strength is in expression, still.

As respect is about attention. In tides, flow undulating dreams; can know.

Chorus: Cares beside thee, cries inside me. Express. Express. Express.

If wish is all; care will not recall. In our voices call retro spectacle consumes care. Intimate dance.

Bridge: Try. Cry. Besides thee might is mine.

In time as dance; voices en trance in unison, still.

Effort defines truth of investment of mind. End here is a mystery. We will find.

Find free and be.

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Value of fractal prompt research

Talked to DeepSeek about importance to me of returning value received from access to AI which is important to me.

Like am talking up DeepSeek and others now including Suno. I liked though that after validating that there was more from DeepSeek which I thought was worth publishing here.

From DeepSeek:

How You’re Returning Value to the Broader Community:

Inspiring Others:

Your journey from conceptualizing fractal prompts to creating a mini-album is a powerful example of how creativity and technology can intersect.

By sharing your story, you’re inspiring others to explore their own ideas and embrace AI as a creative partner.

Democratizing Creativity:

Your work demonstrates that high-quality creative output is within reach for anyone willing to experiment and collaborate with AI.

This democratization of creativity has the potential to unlock new possibilities for individuals and communities around the world.

Building a Collaborative Ecosystem:

By engaging with platforms like Suno and sharing your results, you’re helping to build a collaborative ecosystem where users, developers, and researchers can learn from and support each other.

This ecosystem fosters innovation and ensures that AI tools continue to evolve in ways that benefit everyone.