Nu Deko
Album dropped today
I love this dude’s sound. Very melodic very fresh sounds.
Album · 2023 · 12 Songs
Peter Solarz

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RMH
hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

shark vs the universe
DEAR READER

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Claire Keane

JVL

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NASA
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
dirt enthusiast
styofa doing anything
KIROKAZE
todays bird

#extradirty

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Nu Deko
Album dropped today
I love this dude’s sound. Very melodic very fresh sounds.
Album · 2023 · 12 Songs
I just happened upon Donatachi as a recommendation recently and I cannot stop looping this album. I have no idea if they’re known or nobody. Really catchy and fun.
Album · 2022 · 9 Songs
Aliens exist. The US government just held a hearing on it. I’ve been waiting to see this happen my whole life.
TiDoTi So FaMi-Fa-Mi
Try it you’ll like it, I’m hearing it in C and I don’t know where I got it.
Sleeping all day and pretending its not nihilism
I'm back on stronger medication. And I'm calmer, and less prone to blood pressure spikes. I can't stay awake for many hours at a time. I can't yet drive a car confidently, after two close-calls making right turns (???). If this is the best medicine I can get, and yes it's brand new and Brand-name only, then American medicine has won on the for-profit model. I can't think fast enough to defend myself, so I shuffle around and complain less and sleep it off. And still will be denied disability if I apply for it again. Gotta keep having me see the doc that doesn't take Medicaid, and generating cash flow, without an income. Milk my family for whatever we're worth. I'm not worth the cost of my healthcare, but for whatever reason my family seems to like me enough to be willing to help when I go broke living in this cycle. I'm not yet, got a few more months of retirement savings to provide for myself and my daughter. My future as a full-time low-wage laborer lies just ahead of me. One of these days I'll Sempre Fi;
Do
or Die
I love HIPAA or HIPPA or whatever antiquated pretense of medical privacy we have in America. Almost as much as I love Facebook.
This is why I have stopped using FB. Not even a thin veneer of data privacy, pure unfiltered capitalism.
Part Deux - Reddit this time
if you set off a rube goldberg type death trap to kill someone, if it's a long enough machine, it ceases to become your fault if somebody dies at the end. that's how I've gotten away with it all these years, and why I'm still going to heaven.
— capitalists
TW/self harm
My brother’s wife delivered a newborn yesterday and today I got to see a wonderful photo of their family of 4 (one previous child) meeting together for the first time in a home they own and live together in.
It took me back to the time after my own daughters birth, and bringing her home for the first time, and learning to live while caring for a newborn. I got to experience about 1 month of that before my parents and my ex began making demands and pressuring me to submit to a sober work-camp called Dawn Farm for 3 months at great expense to my family.
I would call it a recovery center or rehab, except there were no healthcare workers on staff. During the day, you did farm work and group sessions with counselors of questionable credentials. No free unscheduled time, plenty of manual labor, and daily shuttles to AA meetings.
I was allowed to see my daughter once during my stay, on thanksgiving eve, for 30 minutes, thanks to the benevolence of her mother.
I was parasuicidal and was sent to a psych unit for a few days and returned to the work camp to continue my….. healing?
When I finally relapsed instead of staying at a meeting, I was humiliated and shamed in a group setting in a way that no reasonable person could call therapeutic. My family wouldn’t pick me up to return home, so I left the camp and spent 3 days homeless without a phone, before being scooped up by police and sent again to a different inpatient psych facility.
During my stay, my ex confirmed that I would be removed from the home and we would be separating. It was just two months after the birth of our child.
She eventually remarried, and tonight I went to my daughter’s dance performance and had a nice convo with her step dad. But later after considering he would be taking her home afterwards instead of myself, and how horribly my life went during her newborn period, I can’t help but cry watching my brother actually have a life and a family.
I was denied this by my own loved ones. I was treated like a problem while it should have been the happiest time of my life. Even when I told my folks we were expecting, it was treated like a problem. I remember the disappointed sighs, and being asked “what are you going to do now?”
I am happy for my brother. I’m grateful for my family. I am especially grateful to share custody of my 10yo, and that I can speak civilly with her mother and stepfather. She has a life with them, and two younger sisters. They live together in a home that they own.
So go easy on me if I’m sitting alone crying in my parents basement. No one in my family can understand what this feels like.
So the flood in Noah’s Ark was really just an allegory right?
Justice for Joshua McLemore
A judge found that no individual could be held responsible for the torture and death of this individual under police custody.
TW: abuse, mental health mistreatment
New Single
Listen to Freak Mode by Dorian Electra on Apple Music. 2023. Duration: 2:37
chinese room 2
So there’s this guy, right? He sits in a room by himself, with a computer and a keyboard full of Chinese characters. He doesn’t know Chinese, though, in fact he doesn’t even realise that Chinese is a language. He just thinks it’s a bunch of odd symbols. Anyway, the computer prints out a paragraph of Chinese, and he thinks, whoa, cool shapes. And then a message is displayed on the computer monitor: which character comes next?
This guy has no idea how the hell he’s meant to know that, so he just presses a random character on the keyboard. And then the computer goes BZZZT, wrong! The correct character was THIS one, and it flashes a character on the screen. And the guy thinks, augh, dammit! I hope I get it right next time. And sure enough, computer prints out another paragraph of Chinese, and then it asks the guy, what comes next?
He guesses again, and he gets it wrong again, and he goes augh again, and this carries on for a while. But eventually, he presses the button and it goes DING! You got it right this time! And he is so happy, you have no idea. This is the best day of his life. He is going to do everything in his power to make that machine go DING again. So he starts paying attention. He looks at the paragraph of Chinese printed out by the machine, and cross-compares it against all the other paragraphs he’s gotten. And, recall, this guy doesn’t even know that this is a language, it’s just a sequence of weird symbols to him. But it’s a sequence that forms patterns. He notices that if a particular symbol is displayed, then the next symbol is more likely to be this one. He notices some symbols are more common in general. Bit by bit, he starts to draw statistical inferences about the symbols, he analyses the printouts every way he can, he writes extensive notes to himself on how to recognise the patterns.
Over time, his guesses begin to get more and more accurate. He hears those lovely DING sounds that indicate his prediction was correct more and more often, and he manages to use that to condition his instincts better and better, picking up on cues consciously and subconsciously to get better and better at pressing the right button on the keyboard. Eventually, his accuracy is like 70% or something – pretty damn good for a guy who doesn’t even know Chinese is a language.
* * *
One day, something odd happens.
He gets a printout, the machine asks what character comes next, and he presses a button on the keyboard and– silence. No sound at all. Instead, the machine prints out the exact same sequence again, but with one small change. The character he input on the keyboard has been added to the end of the sequence.
Which character comes next?
This weirds the guy out, but he thinks, well. This is clearly a test of my prediction abilities. So I’m not going to treat this printout any differently to any other printout made by the machine – shit, I’ll pretend that last printout I got? Never even happened. I’m just going to keep acting like this is a normal day on the job, and I’m going to predict the next symbol in this sequence as if it was one of the thousands of printouts I’ve seen before. And that’s what he does! He presses what symbol comes next, and then another printout comes out with that symbol added to the end, and then he presses what he thinks will be the next symbol in that sequence. And then, eventually, he thinks, “hm. I don’t think there’s any symbol after this one. I think this is the end of the sequence.” And so he presses the “END” button on his keyboard, and sits back, satisfied.
Unbeknownst to him, the sequence of characters he input wasn’t just some meaningless string of symbols. See, the printouts he was getting, they were all always grammatically correct Chinese. And that first printout he’d gotten that day in particular? It was a question: “How do I open a door.” The string of characters he had just input, what he had determined to be the most likely string of symbols to come next, formed a comprehensible response that read, “You turn the handle and push”.
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One day you decide to visit this guy’s office. You’ve heard he’s learning Chinese, and for whatever reason you decide to test his progress. So you ask him, “Hey, which character means dog?”
He looks at you like you’ve got two heads. You may as well have asked him which of his shoes means “dog”, or which of the hairs on the back of his arm. There’s no connection in his mind at all between language and his little symbol prediction game, indeed, he thinks of it as an advanced form of mathematics rather than anything to do with linguistics. He hadn’t even conceived of the idea that what he was doing could be considered a kind of communication any more than algebra is. He says to you, “Buddy, they’re just funny symbols. No need to get all philosophical about it.”
Suddenly, another printout comes out of the machine. He stares at it, puzzles over it, but you can tell he doesn’t know what it says. You do, though. You’re fluent in the language. You can see that it says the words, “Do you actually speak Chinese, or are you just a guy in a room doing statistics and shit?”
The guy leans over to you, and says confidently, “I know it looks like a jumble of completely random characters. But it’s actually a very sophisticated mathematical sequence,” and then he presses a button on the keyboard. And another, and another, and another, and slowly but surely he composes a sequence of characters that, unbeknownst to him, reads “Yes, I know Chinese fluently! If I didn’t I would not be able to speak with you.”
That is how ChatGPT works.
We got a winner
Lil Uzi Vert deep cut #eternalatake
This guy out here doing the most
Transgender Day of Visibility celebrates the joy, strength, and absolute courage of some of the bravest people I know — people who have
This is so important right now. Biden standing up for Trans lives.
I love HIPAA or HIPPA or whatever antiquated pretense of medical privacy we have in America. Almost as much as I love Facebook.
This is why I have stopped using FB. Not even a thin veneer of data privacy, pure unfiltered capitalism.