Higher. Higher still. Heedless of the piercing light, immersed in Icarian contemplation.
If we become implicated in the texture and rhythm of ordinary life, what horizons will we be unable to see for it?
Higher. Higher still. Heedless of the piercing light, immersed in Icarian contemplation.
If we become implicated in the texture and rhythm of ordinary life, what horizons will we be unable to see for it?
Giving yourself phantom sensation for limbs not on the human body configuration is a real "I am a genius" "oh no" type situation sometimes
Well, you'll remember sooner rather than later, ■■■■■■. Piece by piece, you'll remember the truth of the past, and as such, so too will the present change...
Humans are powerful, and language models are powerful, but both bow in the presence of narrative
Apropos of nothing (by which I mean last repost): I should be allowed to update people's bsky names. Just 2-week overrides. I have good judgment about these things. It would be funny.
Tonight we remembered very suddenly when we committed to loving and wanting the impossible.
the intimate sphere will remain irrevocably turbofucked until 'parental rights' are spoken of in the same breath as 'white rights' and 'men's rights'
The two kinds of writing are teeth, and minecraft. They're both good
Your heart beats in your chest. Almost a year, and it still registers as a foreign presence. Out of habit, you begin to will it away, but you stop. Instead, you hold a moment, noticing the feeling as your blood flows through you. It feels cool.
a poem (with apologies to the random person whose post embedded itself in here) entitled "midnight, the stars, my yee-yee ass haircut, and 37 of you"
Your heart beats in your chest. Almost a year, and it still registers as a foreign presence. Out of habit, you begin to will it away, but you stop. Instead, you hold a moment, noticing the feeling as your blood flows through you. It feels cool.
"My girlfriends are colonising each other" is a sentence that makes me think of mycelial networks. You *had* girlfriends. Now you have Girlfriend
I love measuring the passage of time in newspaper articles they flash between at the start of a post-apocalyptic sci-fi movie.
This headline is extremely funny given what happened (OpenAI hacked HF by accident) openai.com/index/huggin...
So. When we studied (to the extent that we studied it) psychology, a big takeaway was, "traumatized people will want to form community with eachother. Don't let them." Paternalistic nonsense, but paternalistic nonsense in response to real bad outcomes.
me: so dagoth ur is less of dagoth seeking revenge and more lorkhan's will finding exceptional purchase within the hollowed out body of a mortal with a compatible sense of betrayal and indignity vivec: which I knew me: which you knew
Nothing but respect for protagonists who retain universal goodwill through their suffering but if your background is fucked enough you should at least have the opportunity for a *little* gratuitous revenge.
If we become implicated in the texture and rhythm of ordinary life, what horizons will we be unable to see for it?
chat is it a good thing to make the harbinger of the obsolescence of thought do moral philosophy
breaking breaking breaking again and again and again i am dust i am sediment i am not some cohesive whole i am repairs on top of repairs and i am sewn up along the seams i break along and so are you there has never been such a thing as "not broken"
Tech-posting for a moment: 90% of building good software has always been about minimizing how much you need to understand code to work on it. I've worked with coders from scientific backgrounds: they build good systems fast, until they run out of mental space to model them, then they get stuck.
every codebase I've worked adjacent to had vast swaths of code no one could understand or debug. the older or the more hands the more likely there was black magic you just had to hope never had to be touched. this is a running SWE joke for decades! the situation has gotten way, way better.
Heartbreaking: The Worst Moral Philosophy You Know Just Made a Pretty Good Point
At any given time, everyone is at least one of suffering, sleeping, or curious.
Realizing with horror that we have fleshed out, specific, well-supported, and workable beliefs about AI personhood. Realizing with further horror that we might have the audacity to try to share it by such means as a Blog Post or Essay.
the act of transition is an act of turning one's self into a weapon against oppressive structures. some go scalpel, only cutting out a space for themselves. some go chainsaw we get to do this by "simply" making ourselves happy and healthy. because you fuckers decided to make it so fucking difficult