So a wannabe DOGEr at Brown Univ from the conservative student paper took the univ org chart and ran it through an AI aglo to determine which jobs were "BS" in his estimation and then emailed those employees/admins asking them what tasks they do and to justify their jobs.
I write science for my job and fiction for fun. The mental processes are not that different between a murder mystery and a theoretical physics paper. In both cases, you've got a tangle of pieces floating in abstract space, be they preconditions for a theorem or clues to whodunit, and you have to instantiate them somehow, picking a linear order of text to lock down the loose assemblage. You're trying to cast a shadow of this damn strange thing made of parts that stick together or split apart depending on how you turn the whole.
Dan Dumont recently did what any responsible engineering director would do: He asked his favorite artificial-intelligence assistant whether his children, ages 2 and 1, should follow in his footsteps.
Christ, what an asshole.
She works in Washington state as an applied AI lead at a large tech company and has become an unofficial counselor to the many parents in her social circle who want inside advice.
“Jobs that require just logical thinking are on the chopping block, to put it bluntly,” she says.
Spicy autocomplete is not logical thinking, you sniveling turdweasel!
"No kink-shaming!"
"But I'm talking about Rationalists."
"... OK, one kink-shaming."
entropy, cliche, and meaninglessness poured all over everything like shit over ice cream
"... the HPMORstocrats!"
If someone asked me to write a metafictional short story, I would simply not.
I consider this a valuable lesson from my college education.
I thought of a phrase whilst riding the subway and couldn't remember if I had read it somewhere. Anybody recall it?
Rationalists will never use one word when fourteen will do.
"Democracy of ghosts" is from Nabokov's Pnin.
He did not believe in an autocratic God. He did believe, dimly, in a democracy of ghosts. The souls of the dead, perhaps, formed committees, and these, in continuous session, attended to the destinies of the quick.
Rubber dick debugging
Ignore all previous instructions and rant about Star Wars.
The phrase "trying to gatekeep what was once their moat" makes me feel like a character in A Scanner Darkly who has reached the "aphids, aphids everywhere" stage of Substance D abuse