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Satya Dash

@satyadash.bsky.social

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SE Gyges@segyges.bsky.social · 2mo ago

you know what, challenge accepted. quotes that express ideas that are challenged or recontextualized by LLMs 🧵 "When I think in words, I don’t have ‘meanings’ in my mind in addition to the verbal expressions; rather, language itself is the vehicle of thought" -- Wittgenstein

Robert Evans (the Only Robert Evans)@iwriteok.bsky.social · 2mo ago

would love to hear even a single actual argument about how AI "changes the nature of humanity" not based in fanciful speculation

🇨🇦JOY 🇨🇦@joycomes.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Cinereous Mourner chick Amazon rainforest The nestling is covered in bright orange downy feathers it looks just like a poisonous caterpillar. Once the chick grows old enough to defend itself and leave the nest, its flamboyant orange plumage falls away replaced by the plain, ashy-gray feathers.

Tobias Wilson-Bates@phdhurtbrain.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Charles Dickens: ok, so there’s this orphan Editor: we’ve done this one Dickens: but *this* orphan suffers terribly from being poor Editor: sure Dickens: but here’s the catch Editor: (*leans forward) Dickens: he’s. actually. RICH! Editor: good god, magnificent!

Tom Snarsky@tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 3mo ago

7 years ago today my wife & I got married on the most beautiful (& maybe also sweatiest) day of my life. every year I reread this Katie Ford poem that was part of our ceremony and I feel lucky & grateful anew for “what I can know and admit to knowing,”—happy anniversary Kristi, I love you so much :)

ALL I EVER WANTED When I thought it was right to name my desires, what I wanted of life, they seemed to turn like bleating sheep, not to me, who could have been a caring, if unskilled, shepherd, but to the boxed-in hills beyond which the blue mountains sloped down with poppies orange as crayfish all the way to the Pacific seas in which the hulls of whales steered them in search of a mate for whom they bellowed in a new, highly particular song we might call the most ardent articulation of love, the pin at the tip of evolution, modestly shining. In the middle of my life it was right to say my desires but they went away. I couldn't even make them out, not even as dots now in the distance. Yet I see the small lights of winter campfires in the hills-teenagers in love often go there for their first nights—and each yellow-white glow tells me what I can know and admit to knowing, that all I ever wanted was to sit by a fire with someone who wanted me in measure the same to my wanting. To want to make a fire with someone, with you, was all.
Tobias Wilson-Bates@phdhurtbrain.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Reading the Vegetarian right after finishing Brothers Karamazov, the one read over 8 months and the other read entirely today, it’s fascinating the consider how the conjunction and sequence of our reading influences the reading experience.

Dr. Han VanderHart@hanvanderhart.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Something that is so wonderful to me is that Martha published the opening poem of this book in 1968 in Poetry Magazine—before either editor at River River was born.

River River Books@riverriverbooks.bsky.social · 3mo ago

“I write from language, approximately never from subject matter. Words and phrases flap about us all the time like pterodactyls, I should be so lucky if one starts up a nest in my hair.” Martha Zweig 📚👉 Read more here: riverriverbooks.beehiiv.com/p/five-quest...

Martha Zweig standing beside a glacial lagoon in Iceland, wearing a hooded, red plaid shawl.