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"Wait, "Wild Wild West" has its own line dance?"
Marius Costin
the romanticism of undressing someone and seeing their curves and edges and birthmarks and scars and moles and freckles and kissing every single one of them
Who's still active? Looking to fix my following. Like/reblog if you're 18+ and post on Tumblr.
Hey do y’all remember when Boeing fucking killed a guy last year. And we all said “huh I guess Boeing fucking killed a guy” and then went on with our lives. And everybody knew that Boeing had fully just fucking executed a guy and nothing came of it. Like there was no police investigation no justice no nothing. Like literally EVERYBODY knew that Boeing had full on murdered a guy to silence him and there wasn’t any consequences for them. Kinda crazy.
and there was even less talk when openai did the exact same thing more recently
So for those who are, very understandably uninitiated on this story:
On 23 October last year (2024) the New York Times published an interview with former OpenAI researcher Suchir Balaji who worked on organising and gathering data for OpenAI until 2022 when he begun thinking about the morality of it. He eventually came to the conclusion that what OpenAI is doing blatantly violates copyright law and decided to leave the company altogether in August 2024.
After he came out with this accusation he was set to appear in court to testify against OpenAI’s data-gathering practices, something which had the potential of being a complete disaster for the company and the generative AI industry as a whole.
That was until 26 November, just days before he was due to appear in court, when he suddenly and mysteriously was found dead inside his own apartment. Investigators concluded that the death was self-inflicted, something which his family has disputed.
There was also “sign of struggle in the bathroom and looks like someone hit him in the bathroom based on blood spots”, and his apartment showed signs of having been ransacked for evidence: “The pin drive is missing. His computer was messed up.”.
Overall it feels pretty clear-cut what happened, that is to say that OpenAI had him killed because he was a legitimate threat to their business, indicating that they are fully aware that the way they’re gathering data is completely illegal.
Sources:
Alys Davies, 14.12.2024, OpenAI whistleblower found dead in San Francisco apartment. BBC News
Barney Davis, 16.1.2025, Suchir Balaji’s family demand outside investigation into OpenAI whistleblower’s death. The Independent
Cade Metz, 23.11.2024, Former OpenAI Researcher Says the Company Broke Copyright Law. The New York Times
im sorry what?
Queen Sade👸🏽
Jean-Claude Van Damme showcasing his iconic kicks while wearing a suit, 1994
Black panther poster. Just as relevant today
IF YOU'RE UNEMPLOYED IT'S NOT BECAUSE THERE ISN'T ANY WORK JUST LOOK AROUND: A HOUSING SHORTAGE, CRIME. POLLUTION; WE NEED BETTER SCHOOLS AND PARKS. WHATEVER OUR NEEDS, THEY ALL REQUIRE WORK. AND AS LONG AS WE HAVE UNSATISFIED NEEDS, THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE. ASK YOURSELF, WHAT KINDS OF A WORLD HAS WORK BUT NO JOBS? IT'S A WORLD WERE WORK IS NOT RELATED TO SATISFYING OUR NEEDS, A WORLD WHERE WORK IS ONLY RELATED TO SAT- ISFYING THE PROFIT NEEDS OF BUSINESS.
THIS COUNTRY WAS NOT BUILT BY THE HUGE CORPORATIONS OR G6OVERNMENT BUREAUCRACIES. WAS BUILT BY PEOPLE WHO WORK. AND, IS WORKING PEOPLE WHO SHOULD CONTROL THE WORK TO BE DONE. YET, AS LONG AS EMPLOYMENT IS TIED TO SOMEBODY ELSE'S PR0FITS, THE WORK WON'T GET DONE.
REBLOG IF YOU USED TUMBLR IN 2011 - 2013
If so, you knew how turnt Tumblr use to be
Vespers, choreographed by Ulysses Dove, performed by the Alvin Ailey Dance Company (1987)
is okay you do not need hard drive. i remember computer for you.
Time goes by so quickly the moment you want more
How precious it all becomes when you know you have such little of something left
There's a plume of smoke
Where a man once stood
And I rub at groggy eyes to ask if it was all a dream
The sundial spins a shadow four times
And it might be time to make another appearance
Walk along pathways where eyes never meet and the conversations remain the same
Cast a line out to kill more time
Hum old love songs that strum at heart strings
Paint the dresser the same color as a Novembers lover's eyes
Write poetry in the sand that only
The oceans waves will ever read
Time moves and joints ache
You see
No one can has to know
of the sorrow
that grows in the softest of hearts
Only in the years of using a body to
Tell a story that lips never could
But that's four decades forward
Sundial back 37 years
You know, years of masking
make for the best tale
A soft heart that's made of stone
The fury and fire in a witch's eyes
You'd never know
How soft a person could be after a stone casting has been broken through
After fury was replaced with understanding
And a fire was smothered with love
It's hard to tell the difference between the taste of tears and the taste of the oceans breeze on your cheek.
Hold softly to the now and
Breathe out another plume of smoke
See what solidifies or if it solidifies
If this image stays
Or if this moment is just like a thousand others
Dust in the air
as feet find that same pathway
to the place where the sun dips into the horizon
As I dance in the moonlight and drown my sorrows with the twinkling of stars in my dark soulful eyes
depression tips™
shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.
moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over.
put on clean, comfortable clothes.
put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.
drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.
clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink.
blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.
make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something.
make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.
go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.
call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.
cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.
Circulating. Seasonal depression is creeping around now.
- I love you
- It'll pass
No it won't. 'It will take time,' you say. 'Time heals all wounds,' you say. But have you considered how my heart leaped out of my chest straight into your palm? Did you know how my waking moments were marked by your memory to the point that I now measure months by your presence in my life? Did you know how I blossom and shrivel up depending on the light you gave to me? You don't know the smile that lights up my face even now when I think of you. And you are long gone by now. It hasn't passed yet. An age has passed. Seasons have changed. I do not recognise myself anymore. The version of me you once knew, the one you were sure would pass through the love, does not exist anymore. Funny, isn't it? I changed, the love didn't. It stayed through your claim, through all I went through even though you said it wouldn't. You were so wrong. I wish you weren't.