Christopher Quirk

@christopherquirk.bsky.social

Artist, dog-lover, and avid reader. It's true. Some writing as well. art: christopherquirk.net words: christopherquirk.net/writing + freelance Vermont + Brooklyn

The lessons from Brazil and Serbia? Don't concede one inch of ground to the far right. Don't appease. Don't triangulate. Don't grovel. Don't say they have "legitimate concerns". Mobilise your base, and fight them with all the democratic means at your disposal.

I've got a painting (one of the new In Medias Res series) in the Yellow Chair Salon "Community" exhibition at Art Cake in Brooklyn, closing this weekend. Very fine core sample of art in NYC that I'm happy to be a part of. Please check it out if you're in the area! 214 40th Street, Brooklyn, NY 11232

Yellow Chair Salon Open Call: Community — Art Cake

Yellow Chair Salon is pleased to present Community, an exhibition celebrating the artists who make Brooklyn and the greater New York metropolitan area one of the most vibrant creative communities in t...

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Excuse me? "[T]he Department and USCIS are directing assigned personnel to make false claims, using Personally Identifiable Information (PII) from DHS data, on state government websites by affirming that they are the voter or have been authorized by the voter to obtain the desired state voter data.”

Whistleblower Claims Fed Agents ‘Likely’ Broke State Laws in Pursuit of Trump’s Conspiracy Theories

Agents Instructed To ‘Misrepresent Themselves’ Hello, and welcome back to The Franchise!...

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This is a clear, balanced, and informative take from one of our most knowledgeable AI researchers. If you're interested in learning what's under the AI hood, I highly recommend Melanie's book, "Artificial Intelligence: A Guide for Guide for Thinking Humans." Great intro for a lay reader (i.e. me).

Melanie Mitchell@melaniemitchell.bsky.social · 2mo ago

I wrote down my thoughts about the last several weeks of AI hell. aiguide.substack.com/p/misleading...

Friday morning, I was gardening when I checked my phone. A request had gone out for help. For 25+ hours, ICE had been laying siege to a quiet neighborhood in Frederick, MD. Community members were afraid, some didn’t want to leave their homes. ICE vehicles seemed to be lurking on every corner.

ICE vehicle - black Nissan Maxima with plate cover - posted up in a spot that also serves as an elementary school bus stop. Another ICE vehicle, black Dodge Durango, lurking around the community. Two more ICE vehicles - black Dodge Durango and a white SUV, unclear on make, model - on a quiet residential street, being quietly creepy. Note that the white SUV has its plate covered. Yet another ICE vehicle. Black Nissan Pathfinder. They were all over the neighborhood.

At this instant in 1945 (8:15 AM August 6, local time), Little Boy—a 15-kiloton, uranium-fueled atomic bomb—destroyed Hiroshima, killing (per official US military estimates) ~70,000 men, women, and children, incl. 12 American POWs. Independent estimates later maintained ~140,000 people were killed.

A color photograph of a damaged Iras wristwatch with a leather band on display in the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum, its hands frozen at 8:15 AM.A photograph of a shadow of a person living in Hiroshima on August 6, 1945, who was killed as they climbed the steps of the Sumitomo Bank building while using a cane, leaving behind only their shadow imprinted on the steps (because their body and cane momentarily blocked the light from the intense thermal flash, burning away everything on the steps that was not in shadow).A color photograph of a damaged and partially melted child’s tricycle on display in the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum. On the morning of August 6, 1945, Shinichi Tetsutani, who was one month shy of turning four years old, was riding this tricycle, playing with his best friend, a girl named Kimi, 1,500 meters away from where the Little Boy atomic bomb exploded overhead. When found in the wreckage of his house, he was still grasping the red handlebar grip from his tricycle. Severely injured and burned all over his body, calling out, “Water, I want water,” he died that night. Shinichi’s father buried him in the backyard with his favorite toy, and his best friend Kimi, so he could ride it and play even after death. Forty years later, in 1985, Shinichi’s father, Nobuo, decided to rebury his son in the family’s gravesite. Unearthing the backyard grave with Kimi’s mother, Nobuo rediscovered the tricycle and donated it to the museum.