Ioannis Mavroukakis

@ioannis.bsky.social

previously, it took just five years to lose $80 billion, but thanks to moore's law, a modern company can lose $80 billion in just under six months, a 10x improvement on the state of the art

The parts of programming that remain after the AIs get good are the parts I’ve spent ten+ years working to get programmers to care about. This is going to be a wild journey for the industry.

FUCK IT. Let's give away 2 more signed paperbacks of my latest novel. Repost/reply to enter! You might like it if you like: Folkloric creatures Old records Intricate psychedelic stories The idea of circular time All shares much-appreciated. PS YOU GET A FREE LINOCUT OWL BOOKMARK TOO IF YOU WIN!

My latest novel , Everything Will Swallow You, next to the sea, where it it largely set.psychedelic owl bookmarks made by my mum, Jo

Published in 1887 as part of Kawanabe Kyōsai’s monumental Kyōsai Gadan Gaihen (Kyōsai’s Treatise on Painting, External Volume), this woodblock print presents an observational study (shasei) capturing the varied postures, temperaments, and fleeting gestures of domestic cats (neko).

Five felines populate the composition in dynamic arrangement: in the upper right, a tabby stares with wide, inquisitive eyes, its paw poised mid-step; in the upper left and center right, two cats rest with tightly closed eyes in soft slumber; in the center left, a cat gazes forward with a rounded, serene expression; and along the bottom, a calico recline on its side, curled in an effortless nap. Executed with microscopic line-carving techniques (furutsu-bori) that render individual strands of fur with remarkable fluidity, the print is subtly accented with delicate washes of pale pink upon ears, noses, and paws. The composition evokes an intimate, tactile sensory atmosphere: the soft, quiet breathing of sleeping felines, the warmth of sun-warmed fur, the subtle scratch of wooden blocks pressing ink onto hand-made paper, and the gentle, domestic calm of an artist's studio suspended in time.

Anthropic is out with new nonsense about Claude (or the collection of models called Claude) deserving moral consideration and/or be able to feel distress, so my inbox is filling up with journos asking me to comment. I've also got a day job, so here is a brief set of public comments on this: >>

I listened to the acceptance call with Anne Carson, this year's literature winner. She plans to celebrate by taking a walk in the woods and deciding how to "get rid of" the prize money, probably by giving it to Doctors Without Borders. It's wild how these are members of the same species.