Charlie Loyd @vruba@everything.happens.horse

I have quibbles with this but they’re “why didn’t you mention this important detail” kinds of things. I think it’s admirably clear and fundamentally right-headed. https://www.newyorker.com/tech/annals-of-technology/chatgpt-is-a-blurry-jpeg-of-the-web

Amazing that so many dreams fit in one mid-size cat.

smarmy, painfully literal posters who seem to be typing out unconsidered impressions of the world ← [the infinitesimally small but infinitely correct space that I occupy] → internet-poisoned edgelords nine layers of irony away from their own feelings

Fissures across a railway and someone’s orchard just north of İslâhiye.

Türkiye is standard gauge, so that’s basically two offsets of ~70 cm just in this little area. (Pan pixels from Maxar 1040010082698700 at 31 cm resolution; the image is about 320 m or 1000 ft across.)

This is not the part of the image with the rawest human interest, but I think it shows some of the scale of what happened without feeding into voyeurism.

You know how you read classic works of cultural criticism and they’re talking about how public discourse is decaying into atomization, misinformation, and engagement-seeking, and their example is, like, newspapers nowofdays printing photos in color? Well, social media drama keeps reminding me of this demo from 1990. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Jja5iWRp1w

Typing this with one hand as I flush old AAs down the toilet one by one because dot-product similarity on word embeddings with sine-encoded distance told me to and I believe in progress and saving the planet.

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https://hachyderm.io/@itamarst/109831444046773659

Upset that this project I started in order to learn new skills requires me to do a bunch of things I have no idea how to do.

Wow, more cat dreams:

Me, watching the cat’s whiskers twitch as she sleeps on the couch: I bet she’s dreaming about catfood 😌

The cat:

Top to bottom: my sense of how the cat’s day went; the cat’s sense of how the cat’s day went.

Me describing the cat: This is our cat, whom I love very much and mildly spoil.

The cat describing me: Him? The man? That man? It is he. It is he with whom I am locked in this endless match of wills, a psychodrama that spills beyond consciousness, an alveolar maze of intrigue and deceit, a time-traveler’s 17D chess game, a fractal mental war that extends from dreams to beyond life and death, a struggle that encompasses each combination of my cells, even to be fed one tiny bite of too-cold food.

what

Thinking of starting a service where you Venmo me $1,000 and I tell you some reasons why your pansharpening paper isn’t very good before you put it on arXiv. The market for this is actually pretty big.

Eventually, the whole Rube Goldberg machine worked! And then the device’s flash memory wouldn’t flash. Turns out this is a known problem that means it’s counterfeit :)

I’m going for a walk :)

I relish every moment I get to do low-level things with computing hardware. Joy courses through my entire being as I realize that the official device controller software doesn’t even check the device’s chipset and firmware for you. I’m glad I chose to spend my day off like this.

I want to use Galileo on this GNSS module. So I need to upgrade its firmware. So I need to use wine, because you can only upgrade its firmware with the official Windows software. So Linux puts the device at /dev/ttyACM0 and wine maps that to COM33. So the upgrade software asks the device to reboot in safe mode for the upgrade. So Linux detaches it but then sees a new device appear, which it puts at /dev/ttyACM1. So I’m going to write a script to poll for ACM0 disappearing so it can relink th

@npseaver

Heck, it doesn’t even have to be about tannin.