Rumour is OpenAI's made tremendous progress towards solving the Hard Problem of consciousness. Tonight they'll be dropping preprints of their solutions to 400 longstanding Easy Problems - stay tuned
If I had a dollar for every time I made a Grice joke, I'd have two dollars. Not *exactly* two dollars, of course; I'd be loaded
If indicative conditionals don't share the truth conditions of the corresponding material ones, you'd have to be a damn fool to think otherwise.
the MAIN thing is that i'm right. what i actually said, and what i could have meant by that are tedious details. but all these ASSHOLES keep talking about what i actually said, and what i could have meant by that, instead of focusing on the MAIN thing. that i'm RIGHT
checking out all the automated math proofs and feeling *pretty* smug about being a philosopher who never put any proofs in my papers and just sorta reckoned the relative weights of various non-demonstrative considerations
why can't people recognise when i'm joking unless my tongue is in my cheek. it's sore from being tucked in there all day. and then frankly no-one can understand what i'm saying anyway
It is no longer possible to experience any sense of accomplishment. Accomplishment is something a computer does for you.
Well, this Navier-Stokes affair did blow up in finite time
The zero-knowledge proof of the pudding lies in the blind taste test.
[me, reading a paper i wholly disagree with] interpretative charity demands that the negation operators prefixing each sentence (presumably suppressed by the authors for brevity) be taken as read
To be or not to be: a quandary Hamlet might well have avoided had he been an intuitionist.
Yes, I am "living in the moment". Notice that, in this moment, I am still alive.
among the most effective ways to get the things you want is to want the things you get. a point familiar to philosophers, but strangely enough, not to authors of self-help books; then again, if everyone knew such things the self-help industry would be in deep trouble
god i hate being objectified by other queer men. if there's one thing i can't stand it's being treated like the referent of a singular term – as if 'the concept horse' taught us nothing
poor atlas. imagine having to carry the weight of the, uh - checks notes - totality of facts on one's shoulders? sounds like a real drag
the unbearable lightness of being the valuable of a variable (or some values of some variables)
Undeniably Messi, like Maradona, is among the greatest products of Argentine football – some might say, its ultraproducts. The Silver Ball Fifa awarded him today just underscores that even at 39, he isn't Łoś'd yet.