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About this blog

Hello! 

This blog is for general random musings, related and unrelated to fic :) The title comes from the W.B. Yeats poem that also inspired my username, "Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven."

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light, refracted

I hate taking selfies. Actually, I hate having my picture taken in general. Scrolling through my phone, I can count on one hand the number of pictures that I have of myself--even fewer that were actually taken this year. On the other hand, my phone is full of pictures of my friends. I love taking pictures of them--they shine so brightly and I just want to preserve that ephemeral brightness, or even just a glimmer of it. I think, recently, I've realized that the reason why I hate taking

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iterated algorithms: over and over and over

Recently, my mind has been in a bit of a disarray.  A large part of it is because I'm at this precipice in my life where lots of changes are happening very quickly. My family and I just moved into a new house after living in the same apartment for ten years. I'm going to head off to college in the fall, 500 miles away from my twin sister, and I've never been apart from her for more than a couple days. My brother's moving in July for his new job. And there's just the general instability that

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stories written by computers

Hello   I’ve been researching machine creativity and I ran into a few interesting articles that I wanted to share with everyone! If you don’t know, machine creativity is exactly what it sounds like it is: teaching computers how to create art in any form. It’s a very complicated field, because if you think about it, all computers are are mega-powerful calculators with lots of memory. How in the world could they write stories and poems and draw pictures?  The answer is through math! 

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what's your mythology?

This is a phrase that one of the English teachers at my school uses often, and I think it's such a profound phrase. What's my mythology? What are the stories that make up me--the stories that make up my dreams, my fears, my hopes? What are the stories that capture my humanness?  Whenever I sit down to write anything, I always try to consider this question. What are my characters' mythologies? How can I write them? Mythologies are not just "headcanons" I have about these characters; they're

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four seasons, four loves

The title is a reference to Avatar: The Last Airbender   One of the things and astonished seven-year-old me the most when I moved to Massachusetts to California was the fact that Massachusetts actually has four seasons. In California, it's more like you've got 2 seasons: one incredibly hot, wildfire-igniting, bone-melting summer, and the rest of the year being a little wetter and little less hot. Oh, and if you live in San Francisco, there's always fog, so you might not even notice the diff

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