• Many Hard Leetcode Problems are Easy Constraint Problems

https://www.minizinc.org/

Lots of similar interview questions are this kind of mathematical optimization problem, where we have to find the maximum or minimum of a function corresponding to constraints. They're hard in programming languages because programming languages are too low-level. They are also exactly the problems that constraint solvers were designed to solve.

• AI Coding

Most people do not care to find the truth, they care about what pumps their bags. There’s a much bigger market for truths that pump bags vs truths that don’t.

The best model of a programming AI is a compiler. You give it a prompt, which is “the code”, and it outputs a compiled version of that code. Sometimes you’ll use it interactively, giving updates to the prompt after it has returned code.

You are still doing the coding, you are just using a different programming language.

Do the hard work and build better programming languages, compilers, and libraries.

#nsfw

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Chapter 3

She told Nadia.

#nsfw #claire

Nadia is 33. She is a black, soft-spoken woman. A little nerdy — a bookish vibe, thick glasses, box braids half-up. A girl next door type with that's polite and unassuming. Maybe she's blends into the background a little too much. But she does her best.

She currently works in IT support at a local college. She just drifts between contracts and side gigs making ends meet. She's not entirely passionate about her work. It gets the bills paid and she's able to buy a few nice things. That's really it.

She's had relationships, but they never stick — her longest was a year, ending with ghosted texts and an unanswered doorbell. What really hurt was his car as at home and music was playing. But she's used to it.

She tells herself she's fine alone, but at night she scrolls dating apps she never opens fully.

She knows she's adrift, but she doesn't know what to grab onto.

Claire and Nadia meet once or twice a month. They bonded in high school and stayed in the same city during college. Today, Claire showed up in jeans and a sweater, hair brushed, face clean — She was passable. She is able to contain her inner goonette demon when she leaves in her cave...sometimes. This version of Claire was the version that can smile and sip coffee under fluorescent lights. This Claire can put clothes on and walk in the light and ignore some of pornographic thoughts that make her pussy throb. Not all of them. Deep down she would rather be gooning right now.

Nadia sees her and waves her over, hugging each other with all the warmth a deep friendship can provide. Nadia did notice something different about Claire though. Her complexion had changed slowly over time after the divorce...almost like she doesn't go out much. Also she had bags under her eyes sometimes.. but she didn't question things. Claire was very cagey about the details and Nadia didn't want to strain the friendship by probing. She knew something was off, but she also knew when to keep her mouth shut.

After they hug, Nadia says, “God, you're pale.” While she was playful about it, Claire knew that Nadia has a hunch about something. She knew she would have to come clean eventually.

They catch up for the evening. They talk about old professors, bad Tinder dates, how Nadia's mom keeps asking when she'll find a “good man.” Claire listens politely, stirring her tea. She actually was just daydreaming about porn. The more she heard Nadia talk.. the more she thought about telling her about her porn addiction.. eventually she decided to reveal her secret. Claire cleared her throat once there was a gap in silence. This was it.

“Nadia, I need to tell you something...weird...at least it's weird to most people.”

Nadia leans in, half amused. She was half expecting something. She could tell. “Girl, what did you do?”

Claire begins her goonette confession. She tries to explain. “I'm really deep into porn, not on a normal level.” She figured she would just drop the bombshell and go from there.

She talked about how she found porn in college, then how real sex fell away. She just had sex for his pleasure. She had to think about porn to maintain her wetness and passion. She actually got really good at gooning in her mind. She recalled how he thought it was all him and she had to just play along knowing that she was just using him to edge while she fantasized about her favorite porn. Then she talked about how she tried to quit porn and it didn't work. He really tried for him. To make her ex husband happy, but porn was always stronger.

Ultimately, her gooning habits were becoming disrespectful to his feelings and intentions and they decided it was best the marriage ends before they become bitter. She explained she spent the last few months of contact helping him find dates and set off on his way to find the woman that truly completes him. They are under the mutual understanding that porn completes Claire and her ex needed to find what completes him.

Claire then recaps moving out to her apartment and then using extra funds to retrofit everything to be perfect for porn and gooning. Then came the screens, more screens for porn. Eventually she learned she was pornosexual... How she realized she didn't need to get pleasure and connection from people — not physically, and certainly not in bed. She accepted that watching porn and masturbating for hours felt better than any real intimate touch she's ever had.

Claire let her last few breaths trail off...Waiting for Nadia to respond, to accept, to reject... Despite the consequences of what happens next, Claire was very wet and horny. She was talking about porn and the very thought of porn makes her horny now. She had to control herself as to not rock her hips

Nadia blinks. At first she laughs a little — “You mean, like, you don't date?” She really glossed over the “I worship porn on a fundamental level” part of the confession.. on purpose.

Claire shakes her head. “I has nothing to do with dating. In fact dating is the worse thing I can do to myself now. I don't want it. I only want... Porn. That's it. I'm not going to be a good partner to anyone because people want connection with other people. For me, pornography became better than people. I know mentally I'm ruined but its really the best path for me. Every day I wake up”

Nadia was listening intently, but her eyes getting wide. She thought she knew Claire. However, this person in front of her was not the Claire she knew and loved.

Claire continued, “I'm not straight or gay or bi. I'm pornosexual. While it's not a real recognized sexual orientation, it is the best way I can explain what I am now. I literally get all I need from porn. I get all I need from screens. I get all I need from compulsive and almost constant masturbation.”

“As we speak right now, I am literally thinking about porn just to function. I'm literally pretending I'm touching myself and watching porn so I can talk to you. I have to force myself to get dressed and presentable. Everything about doing this feels fake and wrong. But here I am. What you see in front of you is just generic cosplay. This is me just performing a role I need to interact with this world so I can get back to porn.”

Nadia just sat.. in stunned silence.. waiting on what more Claire had to say.

Claire was nervous but held her ground. This was her best friend. Nadia had to know her true nature. Claire didn't want to hide from her anymore.

“I do what to make it very clear,” Claire said, “I came out of my place of porn worship for YOU. Because you matter to me. You have been through a lot and I want to treat you right. I felt the same thing you felt every time someone let you down. I can't do that to you. My porn addiction and my obsession with getting everything from porn was the ultimate reason why Ethan and I divorced. But I did everything in my power to send him off with a healthy amount of confidence and promise so I could be free to be one with porn. I'm still the same person you know. Just now you know my porn addiction defines me at my core.”

Nadia fidgets with her drink. She wants to be supportive. However she was very very uncomfortable. She was scared for Claire.. shes never heard anything like this before.. She may have watched a little porn in the past, but that its because she caught her exes. All of them did it. She got numb and indifferent to porn because she felt devalued and betrayed. But here she is listening to her best talk about porn like its a diety.

“You know you can tell me anything,” Nadia said with a quiet shaky voice, “but this makes no sense to me. So you don't want people? Just... screens?.. and porn?.. and all you want to do is masturbate to porn nonstop until you need to do something important?.. and only if it involves me, or money, or essentials? Just.... Only..porn? How is this possible?” Nadia's hands were trembling. Claire reached out to hold them.

Claire nods, calmly. “It's enough. It's better than enough. Porn completes me.”

Chapter 2

Clarie’s new GoonCave

#nsfw #claire

Claire's studio apartment is one big dim room — maybe 500 square feet — that used to look modern, but now every surface glows and moans with porn.

Claire bought a lot of screens. She had to. She has four big curved monitors on a desk near her mattress — these run her “main feed,” a rotating playlist of HD porn videos she curates obsessively. She adds to her porn collection daily. She is already approaching over 1TB of porn. She doesn't care the cost. She wants to save all the porn. She has become a devoted hoarder of deviancy and beautiful depravity. This is her only hobby and porn is in the middle of everything that means anything to her.

On the other side of the room, a 50-inch TV mounted to the wall plays looped highlight clips, porn captions, anything really to supplement her main feed. Sometimes she even just adds that 5th screen as part of her main feed. The sky is the limit. Porn has no ceiling. She has so much more porn to watch. She just wants to be more addicted and she has her whole life to deepen her addiction.

— soft moans, slow strokes, pretty faces, nothing too jarring but constant. She just needs to see and fill her mind with porn without stopping.

In the tiny kitchen, an old tablet sits on the counter — porn plays on mute while she microwaves leftovers. On the her dining room table, an old laptop that barely runs anything has enough processing power to play more porn for her. It's spending its twilight years contributing to her porn addiction.

Everywhere she turns she wants to see porn and she has done everything her power to make it happen. Even in the bathroom, she has another waterproof tablet on a stand by the shower. This way she can have clean thoughts for Porn. The final 'screen' is a cheap projector that points at the ceiling. This way she can lie back and drift off under a flickering collage of bodies. The only place she can't see porn is if she looks out the window. But that's not the real world anyway.

She is able to live and breathe porn now.

All screens are set to low volume by default, just enough to hear the symphony of moans, but she often keeps them muted when she needs to “pass” as normal. The occasional family or friend phone call doesn't need to know her business after all. Her job certainly doesn't need to know they are paying a porn addicted degenerate to make graphical designs for their company.

Her lifestyle is hers and not theirs to judge. The glow and moans will never stop. Even when she sleeps, she wants the light and movement — it comforts her. She hasn't slept in pitch dark for a long time. Sleeping without porn is a sin. The soft moans of porn are her lullaby. Waking up to porn is everything.

Claire has pretty diverse porn tastes. Sometimes its soft-core porn; sometimes its extreme gooning fetish loops she finds on obscure sites. She likes variety: new faces, ass, tits, pussy, penises... endless novelty, weird niches. Doesn't matter. She bookmarks everything, sorts by category.

She likes pro amateur stuff — it feels closer, less fake. She says she doesn't like real people but she still wants real lust. She'll sometimes play six tabs of different genres just to feel immersed and slightly on the verge of overstim.

Porn will always do what sex can't do. That's why she knows her mind is fucked up because porn is just better for a mind that is no longer tethered by sex and human connection. Porn will always provide the human connection she needs. All she has to do is isolate, masturbate, and goon.

Claire's gooncave smells like porn.

The place smells faintly like cheap candles and incense, warm electronics, faint lube she doesn't fully clean up. And under it all the scent of her pussy is the silent foundation of everything.

There's a sticky film on the remotes. It also faintly smells of pussy. She's squirted in the carpet multiple times. She has slept in her bed after a long sweaty session. While she is able to maintain some form of neat and tidy, there is a quiet undertone of clutter and mild chaos. Porn always comes first after all.

She never really notices the scent of her womanhood as the candles and incense blend in with the smell. This makes a unique and feminine goonette musk in her beautiful humble porn cave. Also, the blinds are taped tight — no daylight. She hates seeing any reflection on her screens that will distract from porn. Also there are people outside wearing clothes that don't know anything about gooning. She doesn't want to see them if she doesn't have to. She just wants to see naked people on her screen being porn and nothing more and nothing less.

If she gets any surprise visitors, she keeps a hoodie by the door so she looks normal if she has to open the door. She loves exhibitionism porn, but she herself is not a full blown exhibitionist. She never had the appeal of showing the world she was like this.

She knows she will be instantly shunned as a total depraved degenerate. We all know normies can't handle anything that shifts their world view. Living in porn is a complete rejection of their world view.

She has already accepted that she lives in two realms. One is in the porn dimension. The other one is in hollow and performative normalcy. But she can cross the veil like a cat going in and out of the spirit realm. Her realm is Porn.

Then the day came. She had to call someone for maintenance. She wasn't going to hide her porn addiction.

The building's maintenance guy, Marco, knocks at 10 AM to fix a leaking sink. Claire answers in sweats and a tank top. Hair brushed. Looks normal enough. She remembered to shower as well. She smiles shyly — Come in, sorry for the mess. She did make sure to clear out the used sex toys and extra laundry. While somewhat cluttered, it was a minor concern. Considering all she did was mute her porn and just make sure her soft core porn playlist was on every screen. Marco was a visitor after all. She didn't want to bombard him with hardcore porn when he was just trying to do his job. She figured soft core porn would be a welcome oasis for his hard work to maintain the building.

The moment Marco stepped inside, it was like stepping into completely different planet.

Words could not fully describe the bombardment of sexual stimuli that was presented to him. This was beyond being in another dimension.

He freezes just past the threshold. He sees the giant screens — naked bodies. On mute, but the visuals are clear enough. The projector spills a soft-focus lesbian orgy across the ceiling. The tablet on the kitchen counter was presenting female anatomy in full macro detail. It was almost like stepping into a video art gallery, but everything was porn.

Claire acted casual. This would be the first of many visits like this. While she was a little nervous, she did her best to see it through and not give her fear away. However, she had enough savings just in case this resulted in eviction. But she just couldn't bear to hide who she was in her home. She couldn't turn off the screens. She couldn't tell porn to go hide now that she has built her goonette sanctuary. This was her holy place to worship porn. This was her safe space. Marco was just a visitor.

Marco stood in the doorway looking around almost in a daze trying to process everything. The look on his face reminded Claire of that night Ethan saw her computer screens full of porn for the first time.

She quickly pushed back that old trigger and decided to keep things on track.

She said to Marco, “Kitchen's over here. The sink's just dripping and the pipe below has started leaking.”

She moves her tablet cycling porn pussy but she doesn't turn it off — why bother? She finds a new place for her beautiful porn to sit facing where it can be seen out in the open. Porn is meant to be seen at all times.

Marco tries to stay professional. He fumbles with his wrench, eyes darting back and forth. He's seen porn, sure — but seeing someone living inside it? That's new. He catches glimpses: a slow blowjob on the left screen, a sweaty amateur clip on the right. Claire left her wireless peaker on and it was very faint but he could hear sexual moans. The air hums with a weird hush — no music, just silent subtle obscene porn loops.

Marco had a very very firm erection at this point. He didn't know a woman could be like this. She was a sweet lady and never caused any trouble. Who is he to judge if someone wants to live in porn? He just needs to focus on his job and do the right thing by her so she can get back to living the way she wants to live. That's the kind of person Marco was. If anything he felt honored to experience something new like this.

He finished his work. He adapted to his environment like he always does. He pretended not to see a lube bottle tucked by the coffee maker. He has a small smile knowing how truly freaky she must be. He was an older man. He fully supported the feminist movements that have come and gone and now he gets to witness women take charge of everything in their lives and truly live in unique ways. It was in a way comforting once he got past all the porn.

He asks if there's anything else he needs to fix. He's a little more relaxed now and he can make eye contract comfortable with her. Years and years of practice have taught him how to ignore and control his erections so that was no longer a problem. Marco was just a true gentleman. She says No, thank you, sweetly, like she's oblivious to what he's seeing. He knows in her world, this is perfectly normal.

Later, he tells a coworker later: She's nice, but man... she's got, like, porn everywhere. Like a porn museum. But don't mind her, she has not been a nuisance to the neighbors and she pays on time. She's not hurting anyone and she was not rude towards me or anything. I just ignore the porn and did my job and went about my business. Let's reassure her that she's welcome here as long as she keeps her porn behind closed doors. Marco wanted to convey respect for the tenant to maintain peace and harmony. His coworker, younger and less experienced, followed his lead without question.

Emboldened by the maintenance visit, Claire decided to order food for delivery.

A grocery delivery guy steps inside once — big order, she insists he drop the bags in the kitchen. Same thing: he's hit by the flickering walls, the giant ceiling orgy. This time she didn't bother to change the scenes. Whatever was there, was just there. All of porn was legal and ethical and non-violent. She didn't see a problem or any reason to change. This is her world and this IS the real world.

She did manage to comb her hair and put sweatpants on for just a few minutes. She didn't want to cum but she was hitting so many hard edges to porn before he showed up. She timed it that way. She wanted him to break the spell. She didn't want to do it herself.

The delivery guy was young, barely twenty. He tried not to stare but couldn't help it — he leaves with a story to tell his friends: 'She was totally normal! But she lives in it, man — like she sleeps and lives in porn.'

Claire was getting more comfortable with visitors. She was normalizing her porn dependency through silent expression.

Then one day, the Landlord decided to visit.

Once a year, the landlord, Joey, does an inspection of every room. He sends emails, announcements, fliers, everything he can to make it a welcomed event and not something to be feared. He's older, polite, open minded, and sees character beyond appearances. That's why Claire chose this place to live. She felt that kind of radiant energy from him. He knew that once he found out her true nature, she would be accepted. She hoped.

The maintenance man, Marco, already told him what to expect when he came to her apartment. He agreed with Marco. Claire was an excellent tenant that was zero fuss and paid on time. Also, that extra sound padding she installed really made her the ideal tenant to live next door to. Little did she know, Joey purposely moved a very picky tenant below her because of the lack of ceiling noise. Claire just liked fluffy carpets and bean bag chairs and always padded barefoot. He was happy that this silence continued. The tenant below her was very happy. So what if she lived in porn behind closed doors? If no one complains and the money rolls in, then he will let things be.

Claire on the other hand, Claire was very nervous about what would happen. This is the first time she was going to see her landlord with porn in the background like this. The maintenance guy and delivery guy were different.

This man held the key to her future and living situation. Literally. She decided to dress work casual as if she was going out. She made sure everything was spotless. She carefully hid her toys and lube and other things that may shock him. When it came time to turn off her screens she.. hesitated.. she trembled.. it was hard.. but she knew it was just for a few minutes. She can handle being without porn...right?.. right?..... Before she could turn the screens off and the soft moans, the decision was made for her. He was here. She decided to turn down the volume to the whisper. That is all her body would allow her to do. She didn't want to disrespect porn.

Joey decided to just be blunt to clear the air when he stepped inside. Maintaining strong but knowing eye contact with Claire. He did his best not to be imitating and spoke softly.

“Hey there. Nice to see you again Claire! Maro told me all about your lifestyle choice and home arrangement. I have not gotten any complaints about you and you have always paid on time. I really do appreciate the lengths you have gone as not to disturb others with your lifestyle and interests. It's very commendable. Do mind if come inside to check the appliances?”

Claire, for once, was shocked. She was expecting the worst. And instead she was pleasantly surprised. Her smile brightened up and her shoulders dropped and released tension. She as beyond relieved.

Claire invited him in and was quick to close the door behind her. “Right this way, Sir!” She let Joey in and he did his inspection with his clipboard. He took note of her primary goon rig and took a note “Tenant has excessive electronics” in his notes. But he knew she was not overloading any fuses or going to cause any damage to the wiring. It wasn't like she had 5 microwaves going at one time.

The rest of the inspection was basically uneventful. As he made his way to the door he said, “We will be sure to give you plenty of notice if we need to come in for any reason. However, I don't see a need for you to turn off your screens to change your environment if you are home. I do recommend you turn them off if you will be gone for a long time to prevent accidental discovery in case there is an emergency and we need access. Once again, I personally will make sure you get proper notice. I thank you being a model tenant and you are welcome to stay here for as long as you please.”

He tells the office staff later: “Claire in apartment 333 is quiet, she pays on time. If you need access to her apartment, call me first and I'll do it. She's a very private person. Let her be. I will handle any affairs personally. If I'm not here, send Marco. No one else.” He said the last few sentences with a firm and knowing tone. Joey wanted to shield Claire from others.

This is not the first time he has told the staff to set a clear boundary. They understand and respect Joey. They listen. He is also quick to fire anyone that deviates from these types of instructions. Good paying tenants are worth the world to him. It is his duty to maintain a safe environment for all good honest paying people. In this case, he doesn't want word getting around that there is a porn lady in the building.

In the first 6 months living here, Claire has crossed major milestones. Being a lifestyle goonette was truly possible. She took the risks and leaps of faith and got a positive responses from everyone. It was like the universe gave her confirmation that it was ok to be like this. Inside her gooncave, the moans and flickers wrap her up like a blanket. She doesn't hear the outside anymore. Bills paid online, groceries delivered, maintenance scheduled by email. The real world is what she puts on when she leaves — hair done, sharp outfits, polite nods. Then she comes back, locks the door, strips down, and lets the endless river of porn roll back over her skin.

This is the only life Claire was meant to live. Porn is life.

Chapter 1

Claire. Goonette. Divorced for Porn.

#nsfw #claire

Her name was Claire. She was always a little curious in college. Curious about everything. Then she decided to watch porn. She was alone in her dorm. She was grown. She could make her own decisions. Porn never hurt anyone. Why not see what it’s all about?

So she fed her curiosity. — curious enough to open tabs late at night, curious enough to stay up until dawn watching pixels flicker while her roommates in the other rooms slept. She’d thought it was just a phase: college stress, lonely nights, a bit of “self-care.” But the screens became more comforting than anything else.

Masturbation became her true and only sexual outlet. At the time, she was still a virgin. Out of her curiosity, she discovered gooning and it's true meaning. Slowly, yet silently, she decided to identify as a goonette. While she was no stranger to masturbating, this is the first time she engaged in deliberate edging and long extended sessions masturbating to porn. But right now it was just her secret she kept to herself and her screens.

She met Ethan during her senior year — sweet, patient Ethan, who didn’t mind when she laughed off dates to stay in bed. When they finally had sex, she liked it — she liked him — but she couldn’t stop comparing him to the porn scenes playing endlessly behind her eyes. By this point, she could hear porn in her sleep. She could see porn without watching porn. Her curiosity lead her down this path. She already knew her obsession with gooning was permanent. But it was still her secret. She still had to maintain some form of outward normalcy. right?

At first, Ethan was enough. Real warmth. Real skin. Real love. But her laptop waited. Headphones under the pillow. Hidden bookmarks. One more video. One more clip. One more surge of heat and she’d promise herself tomorrow I’ll stop.

Tomorrow never came. Sometimes she didn’t cum either.

She loved to withhold her orgasm. To edge. She even faked orgasm when she had sex with Ethan. She just used him to edge. He would never understand. He only lasted about 10-15 minutes anyway. She was very used to hours of masturbation without orgasm long before his penis ever entered her safe space for porn.

To stay wet, she often thought about her favorite porn. Naked women alone in their rooms.making online content. Lost in their own pleasure with just silicone, likes, and follows. Masturbating for hours. Sucking on dildos, fucking machines. Squirting. Big clits.

She was obsessed with the female anatomy presented in porn. It was so powerful to watch them control their pleasure and control others. She dreamed one day of making money like they did, but the appeal of having to deal with selfish and rude men just turned her off from exploring that fantasy. She knew her place in life was to just make money, rub her pussy, and support her goddesses to they kept making porn.

These are just some of the perverted thoughts sustained her while she did her best to sexually satisfy Ethan. She couldn’t break his heart. He was just a normal humble and quiet man that loved his girlfriend. She couldn’t taint him with her secret world of beautiful depravity. She already knew that what she was into was a quiet and silent lifestyle far removed from normalcy.And she loved it.more than Ethan.

They moved in together after graduation. A nice starter home on the edge of town — neutral paint, big windows, a backyard they never used. Well that’s not entirely true. They did use the back yard to get married and have a small and quiet ceremony. Luckily both of them were humble and private people. It wasn’t about satisfying others and preforming. They had each other. Claire had porn.

Over time, during the first year, Ethan bought furniture and other accessories for the home. Claire bought blackout blinds, a large desk, a custom built computer, multiple screens. She knew was tech savvy and needed the equipment for her work from home job. That was the ruse. The shield the half truth. He accepted it. Claire knew the full truth.

Ethan and Claire were both doing well at their jobs. However the long hours on both sides were starting to impact their sex life. That’s that Ethan thought. He didn’t notice at first that she’d stopped initiating sex. He didn’t try to worry too much about it. This can happen after you spend a lot of time together after all. Also, they already decided to not have children due to the economic strain and modern times. They didn’t want to be in any more debt they needed to be. They ever fought about money and they wanted to keep it that way. So maybe it was a good thing not to have sex all the time. They didn’t want to have a happy accident right now. That’s how Ethan justified everything.

However, this slowly started to change. Ethan started to notice. Claire never stopped deepening her dependency on porn. When it was time for sex, she would sigh and push him off gently when he reached for her at night. She’d wake up early just to slip away to the spare room — the new office she called it — and shut the door behind her. Hiding under the ruse of working many hours for her new job, she was able make a dual purpose shrine for her porn and the dollar. A job well done meant 10 more minutes of porn. So of course she was going to stay in a reward loop of financial gains and depravity.

Ethan began to ask why she was not as eager to have sex. She told him the truth in pieces. ‘I’m just tired.’ ‘I’m stressed.’ ‘I’m not in the mood.’

But behind the excuses, she was digging deeper. She found communities that whispered the word pornosexual — people like her, people who didn’t want real flesh anymore. Just the perfect light, the endless scenes, the next hit of porn induced dopamine.

Claire decided to tell Ethan the full truth one night. Her full confession. Her full reveal. Her sexual orientation to pornography — half proud, half terrified. The look on Ethan’s face contorted to what he was hearing and trying to understand. He never thought his wife was into....porn… and not on this level. hidden from him for so long...but he listened.

“I think I’m pornosexual. I don’t need sex in the traditional way anymore. I thought after I gave you my virginity I would want traditional sex. I really did… I tried to give you a few hints to be more kinky to go longer but I never knew how to tell how you deep I was into this. how I got all of these ideas from porn… how I just want to be like what I see on my screens. How I wanted to lay in bed and just masturbate all day while we scrolled porn endlessly together.”

She gestured to a woman with a very very very wet pussy rolling her eyes using her vibrator. To Ethan, this woman looked like she was in trouble. Feral. Barely human. was this even possible? Was this real? What was he seeing...really?

His wife gets off to this instead of sex?

Is he safe with her when he goes to sleep? Ethan hid his fear well and just let his wife continue to speak. Nothing bad happened until now. He tried to calm his nerves and reassure himself that he was not in danger.

Ethan was totally overwhelmed with what he was hearing and seeing. Claire said, “I want this.” She gestured to her screens — six of them now, stacked and flicking pornographic and depraved images, things that have rewired all of her reward centers to worship pornography. This was her baseline of normalcy. She showed her husband the real woman she really was. Vulnerable. Open. Honest. Trembling. Pornified.

The glow of porn was painting her bare naked skin as Ethan continued to stand in the doorway. He really enjoyed the fact his wife didn’t wear clothes at home. But but he was often confused as to why she was visibly wet but not interested in sex. Everything slowly began to add up as he took it all in. But he still loved her. He didn’t have one single malicious bone in his body for his wife. However, he was shocked. and it would take a while for him to fully understand who his wife really was.

He tried to fix it. Therapy, talks, promises. He asked if she’d cut back. She smiled and nodded. At first she really did try to change for him. But like everyone in the gooning lifestyle knows, the rewiring by porn is truly permanent. So she started going back to her sanctuary the moment he left for work. She was never normal without porn. She doesn't want to stop or change for any reason.

She used porn for everything in her life so just being without it was wrong…

She just couldn’t be the woman Ethan wanted. But porn always wanted her. so she decided to keep changing to be better for porn. The rest of the house was slowly becoming the wrong place to be. Only her room. Her screens. Her porn. So she decided to make the rest of her house more comfortable. for her.

She hung blackout curtains in the living room. The bedroom became just a charging station for her devices. Cords trailed like vines. Lube bottles on every shelf. The house smelled faintly of warm electronics and the scent of her porn addicted womanhood.

Ethan saw these changes. So he decided to make a heavy and rightful decision. He filed for divorce when he realized she wasn’t coming back to their bed — ever. She didn’t fight him. She handed him the house like it was a corpse she’d already drained. He let her stay. He left with the furniture, and the photo albums. She stayed behind for a week, alone in the echo, all screens, no sheets. However, it was liberating to let go completely for porn. She was alone for the first time in years and in only a few days she had completely eclipsed her previous goon sessions by many many many hours.

She still felt sorry for Ethan. She had silent regret for not following her true self. For not saving him from the hurt and anguish for experiencing this. She had read (and masturbated to) many articles about the possibility of this happening. She still respected him as a man who he was. He gave her amazing experiences she won’t forget. but because. her sexual attraction to Porn was absolute, there would be no saving her. no change. her life would be nothing without porn.

Ethan fully understood this. He saw what could happen to her if he stayed. He would be in the way. She would be in a cage. Both silently knowing that the spirit of porn was creating noise and tension. It would not be healthy.

This was for the better. Ethan, with all of his heart, still loved her. But he could not go where she was going with porn. He didn’t want to hurt himself trying to fix her; he knew he was powerless to force his values on her free spirit. He could see in her eyes how much she meant every word about her porn addiction. How much Porn really meant to her.

At the end of everything, they decided to sell the house, split the earnings and part ways. Both lawyers were shocked at how polite and civil both parties were. They even wondered why they were getting divorced at all. Ethan and Claire vowed to keep the reason for divorce a secret. The less everyone knew, the better. This was their journey. They wanted this to be as painless as possible. She did everything she could to make sure Ethan maintained his passionate spirit so he could find his true love that was porn free. She even helped him make a dating profile and gave him pointers on what to say when he got his first dates. She wanted to give him the reassurance that he was still attractive and wanted and he could do better than her. It was the right thing to do. so she can goon guilt free… with no regrets. only pleasure.

Claire needed to meld her soul with Porn. The sickening sweet demonic pull of beautiful, bottomless, and perfect Pornography was calling her. And now that Ethan was ok, she was free to worship Pornography.

Claire found a studio apartment across town — cheaper, smaller, no yard to worry about. She moved in with just a mattress, a computer tower, her headphones, her screens. that was only the beginning. Within days she’d sealed the windows with blackout panels, lined the walls with more screens, bought soundproof foam. She told the landlord she worked from home. She told him she wanted to be a good polite neighbor. and preferred her privacy. — which was true in it's own way.

Outside, she was normal. Claire, the smiling neighbor who held the elevator door, who waved to the mail carrier. Hair neat. Clothes normal. She kept up appearances so no one would peek too close. Because inside — inside was her holy place. Porn was ALWAYS loop. This was her sanctuary. Her goon cave. Her place to be free.

Her wet needy pussy always responded to porn. Now that she was on her own, she could go deeper. Guilt free. Liberated. Totally at one with who she really was. Porn did this to her. Porn changed her. And she loved what she has become.

She didn’t need a partner. She didn’t want to be saved or reintegrated into society. She belonged to the screen now — just as she always had. This was her new and permanent identity.

This morning's chess work found me winning three games by checkmate. I'll share images of the boards showing position of the pieces at games' end.

Playing the White pieces in this game, my Queen at f7, protected by her g6 Bishop, is checkmating the Black King, as her h5 Rook covers any possible escape by the King on the h-file.

Playing the White pieces here, my Queen at g7, protected by her h5 Knight, is checkmating the Black King.

Playing Black in this game my h3 Knight checkmates the White King. His only possible flight squares are covered by my Queen on the e4 square.

And the adventure continues.

“Just a small shed, Noreen,” Reg Crumplethwaite had promised six months ago. “Somewhere quiet to tinker.”

Noreen peered through the kitchen window at what had once been their prize-winning rose garden. The “small shed” now resembled a aircraft hangar crossed with a medieval fortress, complete with a weather vane shaped like a wrench.

“Reg!” she called. “What’s that contraption on the roof?”

Her husband’s head popped up from behind a pile of salvaged washing machine drums. 

“Automated tool-sorting system! Uses gravitational pull and magnetic resonance to—”

A tremendous crash interrupted him as seventeen hammers, forty-three screwdrivers, and one bewildered garden gnome cascaded from the roof contraption onto next door’s greenhouse.

“It’s still in beta testing,” Reg added cheerfully.

Noreen sighed and reached for her emergency tea stash. She’d need industrial-strength Earl Grey to survive whatever Reg was planning next. Through the debris-filled air, she could already see him sketching something new on the back of a cereal box.

“Reg, no more catastrophes, today please!” 

“catastrophe, Noreen? Me and Sprocket won’t allow that—“

“Who?”

“Sprocket! My little Robot assistant.”

Noreen stared. Shook her head and went back inside. 

Reg was happy. The workshop was complete. The real chaos was just beginning.

“El miedo a las cosas pequeñas es tan valioso como el miedo a las cosas grandes”, tengo apuntado en una nota pegada en la base del monitor. En realidad, tengo tres ahora mismo:

• “El miedo a las cosas pequeñas es tan valioso como el miedo a las cosas grandes”
• “ETC – Easy to change”
• “No eres el CEO del universo. Eres un surfista”

Si atas cabos, seguramente podrás deducir cosas sobre mi vida. Pero voy a ir a la primera frase que he mencionado, que además creo que inventé yo mismo. La del CEO creo que la escuché en algún lado, y habla —desde un punto de vista estoico y gracioso— de cómo afrontar la vida.

La frase en cuestión habla de la experiencia propia de avanzar a base de enfrentar miedos, y cuanto mayores, mejor. Es una estrategia un poco dramática que me llevó, por ejemplo, a lanzarme en paracaídas.

Y estaba pensando recientemente que no me quedaban cosas grandes que enfrentar, y que las que había enfrentado no parecían haber tenido el efecto que yo deseaba. Y mientras pensaba esto, me encontré estresado por una llamada de uno de mis jefes. Eso es miedo. Y pensé: “Pues coge la llamada con valor”. Esas cosas pequeñas, igual, son en conjunto la cosa grande que te falta. Y en un acto de ingenua satisfacción intelectual —¡ajá!— rellené la nota de color rosa fosforito y la pegué en el monitor.

Sé lo que estás pensando: es autoayuda barata. Tan barata como una sticky note, pero es lo que se me ha ocurrido escribir hoy.

Adventurers

Character	Race	Class	Description
Tikatu	Human	Druid level 1	A dirty little ma with dark and dirty skin, wearing loincloth with no back. “What will be, will be” is his favourite aphorism.
Kho Rimbo	Human	Magic-User level 1	A knife throwing wizard extraordinaire. Covered in ritual knife scars. Cuts himself whilst casting. Prone to being sarcastic.
Ambros	Human	Cleric level 6	Follower of Aniu, Lord of Time.
Ignaeus	Elf	fighter level 5 / Magic-User level 4	A slightly weathered looking elf with dull blonde hair and chiseled features. Seeks wealth and knowledge.
Dalkanarion	Human	Fighter level 5	A youthful specimen in full strength, full of purpose, bluster, and eagerness to prove himself.

Meadowlark 1st, Airday

“We must eliminate the ghouls. They are huge pain in the ass.”

Thus adventurers concocted a plan. First they abandoned Racoba's chamber, reasoning that there will be time to ransack the room once the threats have been eliminated. Next, they returned to the octagonal chamber next to the rank pool of foetid water where they assumed the ghouls are hiding. Lastly, they took a defensive position on top of stairs leading into the chamber.

And then they waited for the ghouls to come out of the water and charge straight into this carefully laid ambush. And waited. And waited. And waited. Hours went on and on. Tiredness set it. Attention wavered. The monsters did not come.

“Perhaps they can sense the presence of Father Ambros?”

A valid guess. The more obvious guess of “perhaps they can see us given there is a straight line from the pool to our position and we are bathed in light” was skipped. Ambros retreated further up, close to the chamber with two armed statues.

Alas, no monsters. After nearly two watches of waiting in “ambush” adventurers decided to call off the plan, retreat to the surface, and rest. They stepped back, two by two, with Dalkanarion leaving last, for he was the strongest and boldest of this crew.

Not even the keen elven ears of Ignaeus picked up on the sounds of water splashing. Dalkanarion's fighting instincts kicked in and he was not taken by surprise. Gripping the massive Oathkeeper and tensing his massive biceps, the warrior turned around to face the incoming ravenous ghoul horde. He ran forth, cutting them off before they could scale the stairs.

The mighty warrior swung his greatsword, dominating the corridor. He cut right through the first beast, obliterating it straight into the unlife. “Fall back and regroup! We fight them at the junction!” he commanded. Now fighting on the defensive, Dalkanarion parried and dodged attacks of three fearless ghouls that pressed on.

He barely felt the claws on his thigh. The nails did not hurt at all. But stiffness that set in was nearly instantaneous. The paladins spirits imbued in the Oathkeeper roared, denied. Other adventurers looked in horror as the mightiest of them fell down to the ground.

Ignaeus jumped forward, swinging and kicking at the ghoul horde. His ancient bloodline would protect him where human bloodline failed. The elf endured the claws and jaws of the undead, suffering in the process. Kho Rimbo ran in from the backline, vying to drag Dalkanarion out of melee before the beasts drag him into the abyss.

“Begone!” Ambros thundered, his golden gavel sending ghouls fleeing once more. The party picked up paralysed Dalkanarion and left the dungeon at once.

Meadowlark 2nd, Waterday

Having rested and recovered, Ambros healed those wounded, and then they returned to the underground complex. This time they ordered Marlon to keep all the squads above ground. There would be no more losses.

The party of five went straight for the wizard's chamber. Ambros was ready to blast any undead that would dare appear before them. Once in the chamber they cast Detect Magic and Find Traps. The scrolls still detected as magical. The north door frame still detected as trapped.

Adventurers collected the scrolls and left the dungeon. Then they disbanded the camp and returned to the Cedarwade Keep. Nobody noticed—or if they did, they did not care enough to share it—that Kho Rimbo was nowhere to be seen.

Dalkanarion was handed a letter from the queen. She gave him blanket permission to recruit up to twenty able bodied men from the lands south of Hara. Should anyone refuse to answer the call he can decide their fate as he pleases.

“Too little, too late. Yet another set-up.” The young swashbuckler shook his head, disillusioned with the whole affair.

Ambros was informed that Lord Kyle had sent a messenger twice, asking for his immediate counsel as soon as possible. “We rest and head out first thing in the morning.” the High Priest commanded. And so it was.

Meadowlark 3rd, Earthday

“Ambros! Dalkanarion! Ignaeus! Great to see you again! Pleased to see you again...” young Lord Kyle welcomed the men whom he has been paying to great sums of money to secure his lands. This, he was convinced, was the right thing to do give their promises to him. Having been updated on the latest developments, Kyle went straight for the matter he summoned Ambros for.

“Briaron of Ahyf visited me the other day. Skandik raiders have been pillaging, raping, and burning freely through his domain for several weeks now. He heard that I have capable men in my employ and thus came here to ask for help. I said I will speak to you!”

Dalkanarion was first to speak, rebuffing young Lord's request for help. “They should seek help from Hara. After all, it is to them whom they pay protection money.”

“And so do I, and yet I have come to hire you for they don't do anything but collect money. You know that yourself.”

But Dalkanarion was unmoved. He will not risk being spread out too thin for some villages and peasants. Ahyf and their lands are outside of his mandate. If people are happy with uncaring rulership who is he to fight for them? They should rise against their oppressor then and not expect others to save them. He also reminded Lord Kyle that he does not command them, but simply pay them.

Ambros, the actual leader of the holy army that Lord Kyle has been paying for, was equally unmoved by the plight. His frustration with the queen, temple, and merchants' nonsense was at a peak.

Adventurers returned to the Cedarwade Keep by the evening. Ambros organised a sermon for the fallen soldiers. Then he prepared to commune with Forseti, for he was eager to find the path forward.

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There I was, making my morning coffee: kettle boiling, coffee in the mug, one sugar, milk out ready to go.

I opened the cutlery drawer and picked the teaspoon I always use. It has the right bowl depth and ideal stem length for the making of a brew.

“Typical! There you go, picking your favourite! We’re all here, happy to be dipped in whatever liquids you happen to be making. But oh no, it’s always THAT one.”

I jumped. I’m used to the kettle having opinions, and I’ve had my share of unwanted life coaching from the toaster. But the teaspoons? That was odd.

“Er, it’s to do with bowl depth. And the stem—”

“And you think we had any choice about that? You humans are born with one leg longer than the other. It’s the same for us. Our stems are our stems. My bowl? That’s a generic line from my Grandfather.”

Now, being honest, I didn’t know teaspoons had genetics. Also being honest, I just wanted a brew.

“Right, anyway, thanks. I’ll just make my brew…”

The bloody drawer snapped shut. Had I not whipped my fingers away with the speed of a striking hedgehog, I’d be one knuckle short of a stir.

“Oi! Careful! You nearly had my fingers off!”

A muffled voice replied, something like: “Clucked cough.” I have a feeling it was ruder than that. Then a plastic spoon fell out of the drawer, gave me side-eye and said: “I might be plastic, but I feel the same way as the metal teaspoon. So watch it.”

I used the plastic one. Carefully. You have to be careful with plastic spoons. They are common and swear a lot for no reason—

“Do we, bollocks!”

See what I mean?

L'intelligence artificielle affecte depuis plusieurs mois la création musicale. Des outils comme Suno ou Udio permettent à quiconque, en quelques clics et une simple description textuelle, de produire des morceaux de musique d'une qualité tout à fait acceptable. Une révolution créative pour certains, un véritable tsunami de contenu pour les plateformes de streaming comme Spotify. Le géant suédois se retrouve aujourd'hui inondé de morceaux générés par IA, semant la confusion chez les auditeurs comme chez les artistes.

Face à cette lame de fond, il a décidé de réagir. L'entreprise a dévoilé une nouvelle politique visant à s'attaquer à trois problèmes principaux posés par l'IA, le contenu de mauvaise qualité et le spam, l'usurpation d'identité vocale et le manque de transparence sur l'utilisation de ces nouvelles technologies. L'objectif, tel que l'a résumé Charlie Hellman, responsable mondial des produits musicaux chez Spotify, est de protéger les artistes authentiques. Pour autant, la plateforme ne ferme pas la porte à l'IA, affirmant vouloir laisser les artistes l'utiliser comme un outil créatif.

Le premier pilier de cette nouvelle stratégie est la transparence. En collaboration avec l'organisation de normalisation musicale DDEX, Spotify travaille à l'élaboration d'un nouveau standard de métadonnées. L'idée est simple, divulguer de manière claire et précise si l'IA a été utilisée dans la création d'un morceau. Cela pourrait concerner la génération de voix ou d'instruments, mais aussi l'assistance au mixage ou au mastering.

« Nous savons que l'utilisation de l'IA va couvrir un large spectre », explique Sam Duboff, responsable du marketing et des politiques chez Spotify. « Cette norme industrielle permettra des divulgations plus précises et nuancées, sans forcer les morceaux dans une fausse binarité où une chanson doit être catégoriquement “IA” ou “non IA” ».

Déjà, quinze maisons de disques et distributeurs de premier plan se sont engagés à adopter ce futur standard, bien qu'aucun calendrier précis n'ait encore été annoncé. Le deuxième front est celui de l'usurpation d'identité, un sujet particulièrement sensible. La politique de la plateforme est désormais explicite: l'utilisation de la voix d'un autre artiste, qu'elle soit réelle ou synthétique, sans sa permission est strictement interdite. Cela couvre les clones vocaux non autorisés par IA, les deepfakes et toute autre forme de réplique vocale ou d'usurpation d'identité. Cette mesure vise à protéger la signature vocale, l'un des atouts les plus précieux d'un artiste.

Enfin, pour endiguer le flot incessant de contenu de faible qualité, Spotify va déployer, au cours des prochaines semaines ou mois, un nouveau filtre anti-spam musical. Ce dernier ciblera les acteurs malveillants qui tentent d'exploiter le système. Parmi les tactiques visées, la mise en ligne massive de morceaux dépassant à peine les 30 secondes pour générer des écoutes rémunérées ou le téléchargement répété des mêmes pistes avec de légères variations de métadonnées pour tromper les algorithmes. L'ampleur du problème est colossale. Le service de streaming a révélé avoir supprimé 75 millions de morceaux considérés comme du spam au cours des 12 derniers mois. Il s'attaquera également aux “discordances de profil”, une fraude où un tiers télécharge de la musique sur le profil d'un artiste légitime.

Au cours de cette annonce, les dirigeants de Spotify ont également tenu à tordre le cou à une rumeur persistante. Non, la plateforme n'ajoute pas de musique générée par IA à ses propres playlists pour éviter de payer des redevances aux artistes. Sam Duboff a qualifié ces accusations de catégoriquement et absolument fausses, précisant que Spotify ne crée aucune musique, « avec ou sans IA » et que « 100 % du catalogue est créé, détenu et téléchargé par des tiers licenciés ». Concernant la présence de musique IA dans les playlists éditoriales, il a précisé que les curateurs se concentrent sur la musique qui résonne avec le public et que les morceaux qui semblent entièrement générés par des prompts montrent un très faible niveau d'engagement de la part des auditeurs. De son côté, le concurrent Deezer a récemment estimé qu'environ 18 % des morceaux téléchargés chaque jour sur sa plateforme, soit plus de 20 000 titres, sont désormais entièrement issus de l'IA.

En posant ces nouvelles règles, Spotify ne cherche pas à punir les créateurs qui explorent l'IA de manière responsable.

« Nous espérons que l'utilisation par les artistes d'outils de production IA leur permettra d'être plus créatifs que jamais », a conclu Charlie Hellman.

L'enjeu est de trouver un équilibre délicat: encourager l'innovation tout en protégeant l'écosystème contre les abus. La bataille pour définir les contours d'une cohabitation saine entre la créativité humaine et l'intelligence artificielle ne fait que commencer.

Hail, star.

All hail the star.

All hail, star of the sea most radiant.

The fourth and final Salisbury Motet by Bob Chilcott sings true.

The star is the sacred symbol. It is holy among the Elohim. Only a few can comprehend the star. The star is among one of the five shapes of the Zener Cards for psychic tests.

The star is the pentagram. It blazes and shines throughout the universe.

How one uses the star is by his actions. You know that the fruits of man and woman define them. A fruit of goodness is a man and woman full of goodness, yet a fruit of impurity is a man and woman full of impurity.

There is a star. It contains the wand, the sword, the cup, and the star of David. Within it is the inverted Omega sign with the Caduceus above it. Above the Caduceus is the symbol of Mercury, betwixt are the sun and moon. On the lines of the star have the words of Yah-Hovah (the cross), Adam (wo/man), Kaphar (community/mankind), and Pahad (fear) in Hebrew. On the wings of the star has the symbols of Mars. In the superior ray has the symbol of Jupiter. Beneath it are two eyes. The two inferior points have the sign of Saturn. around the star bears the name of Tetragrammaton clockwise, with T and E as 1 and 2, and T, R, and A as 1, 2, and 3.

The name of the star is the Tetragrammaton. It is the superior star with its ray that points toward the skies. The two inferior rays touch the ground. The symbol of the Tetragrammaton is more than it meets the eye.

Meditate on the symbol of the Tetragrammaton, and you will see something like never seen before. You will see an upward arrow and an inverted, obtuse triangle for the first time. You will ponder these symbols before your own eyes.

An arrow represents the phallus, the penis, the sword, or the lance. It is masculine and active. The arrow you now see points upwards. An upward arrow represents the phallus with its transmutation of sex.

An inverted, obtuse triangle represents the uterus, the cup, or the grail. It is feminine and recessive. The wings of the triangle show the pelvis of the woman. Its ray points downward, showing the woman's clitoris.

The union of the upwards arrows with the inverted, obtuse triangle creates the coitus. The coitus is the cross. Little and behold, the superior star represents the Arcanum, the coitus reservatus in the Magnus Opus, as Samael Aun Weor emphasized the following: “insert the virile member into the vagina and withdraw it without fornication”.

The superior star is the star that represents Christ. From the Arcanum is where man and woman give birth to Christ from within. The superior star means brain over sex. From the superior star gives birth to Eden.

When the star turns upside-down, it is an inverted star or the inverted pentagram. Its superior ray points toward the ground, representing the atomic infernos. The two inferior rays point towards the sky. It is the symbol for the Goat of Mendes. It is also the star of Satan.

The inverted star represents sex over the brain, which leads man and woman into fornication that gives birth to pain. It is this star that turns men and women into intellectual beasts.

Now you see: the star is 100 percent sexual. Through the fire, water, and light gives the expression of sex. The star is the cross.

The use of the superior star scares away intellectual beasts that recommend fornication. It will cause the perverse ones (demons, sorcerers, and all entities of impurity) to scatter and flee.

The use of the inverted star attracts and greets the perverse ones.

The one who does chastity is the superior star.

The one who fornicates is an inverted star.

How one uses the star is by one's actions.

1. Oil, filtered from the previous deep fry, repackaged in a Nikka whisky bottle, because they’re cute, and Nikka whisky is frikkin’ fantastic, so of course we’ve got some old bottles lying around.

2. Soya sauce, decanted daintily into a maple syrup bottle, which is totally not at all confusing some times.

3. Salt and pepper shakers that are big and chunky and sit in a really crappy wooden base I made to stop them falling over all the time because I’m the clumsiest person I know.

4. HomePod, playing bleepy noises. The other half of the stereo pair is on the other side of the kitchen, because stereo separation is important and don’t lecture me about how speakers are arranged. Tonight there was a decent selection featuring Wolfram Spyra, Space Frogs, International People’s Gang, Woob, Si Begg, Basement Jaxx, Tosca, and a fun Grimes track from before she went a bit mental after hanging out with mister nazi-baby-maker.

5. The handle of my Chinese cleaver, the knife I use for literally everything.

6. The handles of 2 quite nice Global brand knives that were a wedding present from a family member. These are very good Japanese knives. The other knives (and these) are all hanging from the magnetic knife holder I installed.

7. Preserved lemons. Gotta start using them now, because it’s been long enough. Better decant some into smaller bottles to give away. Funny that I don’t have any Moroccan cook books. Probably still traumatized by “that event in Morocco” 25+ years ago.

8. Garlic oil. Such an amazingly simple thing to make, and you end up with 2 x awesome things. Chop up garlic. Fry in oil till crispy. Scoop out crispy garlic and use as topping. Add garlic-infused oil to literally anything to make it taste amazing.

9. Super-cheap oil spray thingy from Aldi. Think it was $10. So useful.

10. Rosemary-salt. In a blender, combine rosemary, salt crystals, lemon rind, peppercorns. Whizz. Zero to hero.

11. Left-over Sichuan pepper-salt. Grind Sichuan peppercorns with salt. Left over from making 白切鸡, bái qiē jī, “white-cooked chicken”, then shallow-frying half the chicken the following day for a lovely crispy-skin experience.

Penger i politikken er ikke bare en utfordring på nasjonalt plan. I går fikk vi en interessant og uvanlig opphetet runde i bystyret da byrådet presset gjennom en ny leilighetsnorm som åpner for flere små boliger i sentrum. Alle fagmiljøer har advart mot dette. Det samme har de involverte bydelene og politiet. Leilighetsnormen har sikret en minstestørrelse på boliger i indre by, og at det bygges boliger man kan bo i som familie.

Den ene gruppen som har ivret for å kunne bygge flere små boliger i indre by, er eiendomsutviklerne. Det er jo forståelig, siden det er mye mer penger å tjene på å bygge mange små boliger. Problemet er at markedskreftene raskt gjør at det blir vanskelig å bli boende i indre by med barn, fordi det rett og slett ikke finnes store nok leiligheter tilgjengelig. I mange år har vi sett en positiv trend der flere barnefamilier blir boende i indre by. Familier og barn skaper liv og stabilitet i sentrumsbydelene. Nå er det fare for at denne trenden stopper eller reverseres.

Dette er altså et eksempel på at utbyggernes kortsiktige interesser ikke overlapper helt med innbyggernes og byens langsiktige interesser. I den grad det finnes noe tydelig mønster i byutviklingspolitikken til Høyre- og Venstrebyrådet, er det at de lytter mest til utbyggerne. Og det er her penger i politikken kommer inn.

De tre største enkeltgiverne til Oslo Høyre i valgkampen i 2023 var eiendomsfirmaer. Selskaper Eiendomsspar, Selvaag og Pecunia har bidratt med penger både til Venstre og Høyre. Da dette faktum ble trukket fram i debatten, gikk en kule varm i bystyresalen, og Oslo Høyres gruppeleder Merete Agerbak-Jensen krevde en beklagelse fra Sigrid Z. Heiberg og MDG.

Man kan naturligvis mene at det er ufint å antyde at politiske partier former sin politikk basert på politiske pengegaver. Jeg legger til grunn at Høyres programkomité ikke skriver på bestilling, og at Høyre og Venstre står inne for egen politikk. Samtidig har vi lagt bak oss et Stortingsvalg der det ble åpenbart at vi har fått et stort problem med politiske pengegaver. Høyres rike donorer har stilt villig opp i media for å kommentere valgkampen, og til og med blandet seg inn i diskusjonen om hvem som skal lede partiet!

De store eiendomsutviklerne er den mektigste og mest pengesterke lobbyen i Oslopolitikken. Enorme pengesummer er i omløp, og mye står på spill når en reguleringsplan skal landes. Disse selskapene har svært stor innflytelse over byutviklinga, og hever seg heller ikke over det politiske ordskiftet. En av de viktigste jobbene til oss som sitter i bystyret er å sørge for at byutviklinga ikke bare styres av kortsiktige profittbehov. Hvis profittmaksimering står i høysetet får vi vi dysfunksjonell og utrivelig by.

I stedet for å kreve en beklagelse, synes jeg byrådspartiene bør reflektere over hva det gjør med tilliten til oss i bystyret hvis det kan stilles spørsmål ved våre økonomiske bindinger. MDG har lagt bak oss en valgkamp uten noen kravstore “rike onkler” i ryggen. Det er et bevisst valg. Vi politikere bør gjøre vårt ytterste for å verne om vår kredibilitet, og vise innbyggerne at det er dem vi er på jobb for. For å sitere en kjent romersk keiser: “Cæsars hustru må ikke engang kunne mistenkes”.

Det var interessant å høre Tonje Brenna på radio i dag morges i sin nye rolle som APs parlamentariske leder. Hun har et stort ansvar for å samle det rødgrønne laget de neste årene. Akkurat der håper jeg hun har snakket godt med sine partifeller, for rødgrønn samling har dessverre hun ikke alltid lyktes med.

I 2020 ble det fullt brudd mellom AP på den ene siden og SV og MDG på den andre siden i fylkesrådet i Viken (husker du Viken?), som da var under Brennas ledelse. Bakgrunnen var et soleklart brudd på fylkesrådets politiske plattform: Fylkesrådsleder Brenna til høyresida for å presse igjennom motorveiprosjektet E18 vestkorridoren gjennom Asker og Bærum. I Oslo sto de rødgrønne partiene samlet mot prosjektet, som vil gi økt biltrafikk inn til byen og økte bompenger samtidig som køene bare vil bli større. Det har også en enorm prislapp: minst 60 milliarder før prisjustering. Veien kan i “beste fall” stå klar i 2060. Og neida, det er overhode ikke samfunnsøkonomisk lønnsomt.

Det var et spesielt prosjekt å skape politisk krise på. For å si det med Trygve Slagsvold Vedums ord: “Her blir det brukt i overkant av 40 milliarder kroner for at folk skal komme raskest mulig på hytta fredagskvelden og at forretningsadvokaten skal ta sin store Tesla til jobben, istedenfor å ta toget”. Han var for optimistisk om prisen, men hadde ellers rett. Hvis Sløseriombudsmannen eller andre som bekymrer seg for offentlig sløsing leter etter perfekte eksempler, er det vanskelig å finne noe bedre enn dette.

Når MDG har landet trygt på rødgrønn side i Stortingsvalget, skyldes det ikke bare frykt for et sterkt FrP, selv om det er en stor del av forklaringa. Det skyldes også gode erfaringer med rødgrønt samarbeid i mange kommuner, ikke minst i hovedstaden.

Nå er heldigvis store deler av E18 vestkorridoren lagt på is inntil videre, og tatt ut av Nasjonal transportplan. Det kan se ut som tyngdekraften innhenter dette overdimensjonerte monsterprosjektet. Men jeg håper Brenna har rådført seg med sine kolleger i stortingsgruppa si som har erfaringer fra de vellykkede rødgrønne samarbeidene vi har hatt i byer som Oslo. Godt rødgrønt samarbeid kan neppe lykkes over tid hvis man skal følge samme fremgangsmåte som i Viken i 2020.