Is a little chaos actually good for us?
Constant changes are part of life. Changes come with a little bit of chaos.
Not much changes on Mars and Mars isn’t a very habitable place.

Cats, good books, AI, and religious walking in the city of Sofia
Is a little chaos actually good for us?
Constant changes are part of life. Changes come with a little bit of chaos.
Not much changes on Mars and Mars isn’t a very habitable place.

I stopped sleeping well in my mid to late 30s. I used alcohol to end the day, coffee to start it, and didn’t sleep much in total. Yet I still woke up at night anyway. The bad sleep eventually contributed to significant health issues.
Here’s what helped me turn things around:
If it’s not worth doing first thing in the morning, it’s not worth doing last thing in the evening
The reason for going to bed late most nights was just doing random things online, like doomscrolling or watching TV shows. Not worth it, according to the rule above.
This resulted in better sleep for me on average, and I think I clock 7+ hours most nights.
Michael Connelly is one of my all-time most favorite authors. One of the few, whose books mostly got better over the years.
The Proving Ground is his latest creation, rated the absurdly high 4.5 on Goodreads. Unfortunately, although far more interesting than the last one, we’ve seen better it didn’t qualify for 4* on my shelves.
Mickey Haller is tired from criminal cases and moved to the area of civil law. He’s suing an AI company, whose AI-assistant convinced a teenager to commit murder. The settlement offers go up and down, and the ruthless billionaire behind the company will no spare additional efforts to end the case and hide everything behind a NDA.
The topic is deep and the plot is plausible, actually it could be something that has already happened. I have no objections in that area. The reason why the book didn’t click with me is that it was just uninteresting, and some was even meaningless. But while I have significant tolerance for inaccuracies, reaching page 250 or 300 without anything of substance happening was not good for me.
The plot offered many chances that could develop to be interesting. It had a secondary case. Harry Bosch and Renee Ballard got a shout out. But none of that had a meaningful follow-up, it was almost like it had to be included for the sake of being there, proving that the story is from the Harry Bosch universe. The billionaire wasn’t really a good match for the Lincoln Lawyer or some cat walked on the keyboard and we didn’t get far.
Overall, the book left me with a bad taste. I awarded it with an honest 3/5. Felt like it was written by the late John Grisham, whose stories are written to convince the reader that a certain causes are just. If you want to be convinced that AI is biased and can kill, look no further. The tagline could’ve been “garbage in, garbage out”.

I take the blame (or pride) for this writing prompt. I really wanted some more goofy ones to go out, and seeing one of the worst offenders in the wild forces me to respond.
Here’s the line of thought I have.
So here are my nominees:
Mitth’raw’nuruodo – just because I recently read a book about him and picked two more this morning. A natural leader, organized, neutral, able to pull the strings from behind
Jabba the Hutt – an underground mastermind with deep connections to both sides
Jar Jar Brinks – a TikTok sensation and a martial arts expert, capable of winning against Vader by luck
Communism in Bulgaria self-destructed in 1989. At this time, we already had shortages in pretty much everything. Groceries, for example, were somehow centrally provided using an absurdly small number of stores by modern standards, which were also really tiny compared to what we have. It’s no surprise we had to wait in queues for everything and we’d need to produce our own food and only buy stuff that wasn’t practical to produce ourselves, like milk, sunflower oil, or bread.
One of the first things that capitalism brought to Sofia after 1989 was private groceries. All kinds of holes were turned into shops that would sell 5–10 things, or maybe even just bread. There was a service corridor in the local electrical substation that turned into a bread shop, and I’d go there and buy bread every day for years. I don’t think they sold anything else, it was just two types of bread.
In the photos below is a basement, converted to a shop. Now that we have shops everywhere, it’s difficult to imagine times when we actually had no shops and basements like that were thriving. The sign looks recent but I doubt this business was operational this century.

