You can actually predict bubbles, especially ones this obvious. Everyone who wants to know how should read A Short History of Financial Euphoria by John Kenneth Galbraith.
Yes, itās dry.
Yes, itās 30 years old.
But it gives a tidy little checklist of āis this a bubble?ā and AI has been checking every one off like a to do list. Just like NFTs and ponzicoin did before it.
You can also read This Time Is Different: Eight Centuries of Financial Folly by Carmen Reinhart and Kenneth Rogoff. It's on bookshop.org and, of course, on the Evil Empire website. It's all in the title, which is an ironic quoting of people who say what bubble-istas always say - what AI people are saying right now.
Wireless internet access is on the rise in both modern consumer societies and in the developing world. In rich countries, however, the focus is on always-on connectivity and ever higher access speeds. In poor countries, on the other hand, connectivity is achieved through much more low-tech, often asynchronous networks.
While the high-tech approach pushes the costs and energy use of the internet higher and higher, the low-tech alternatives result in much cheaper and very energy efficient networks that combine well with renewable power production and are resistant to disruptions.
If we want the internet to keep working in circumstances where access to energy is more limited, we can learn important lessons from alternative network technologies. Best of all, thereās no need to wait for governments or companies to facilitate: we can build our own resilient communication infrastructure if we cooperate with one another. This is demonstrated by several community networks in Europe, of which the largest has more than 35,000 users already.
Agie of @utopicwork is working on a LoRa mesh network that Iāve been keeping my eyes on for a while - similar concept.
She also needs monetary support to keep herself, her family and her projects alive. Pls check out Piermesh and consider sending her some cash if you can.
One of the weirdest things about the last two centuries is how fast things have changed for the average person.
Thereās always been change and innovation of course. You might eventually go from using stone tools to plant grass occasionally while still being mostly nomadic to being settled in once place farming new plants with iron tools but that happens over the course of hundreds if not thousands of years. Thereās the occasional regional apocalypse but in most cases things stay roughly the same.
Then all of a sudden in one or two generations your family isnāt farming and is doing jobs that didnāt exist 60 years ago like telephone operator and working in an automated factory.
A couple of generations later and almost nobody is farming and in fact almost nobody knows how. A generation or two after that and the internet exists and you know what that did and how quickly.
Basically what Iām saying is that if you time travel to a random time and place there will be very little indication of exactly when you are unless you end up in a city. If those exist, mind you. For most of history they have not.
You may be able to get a general idea of when and where you are by the tools and clothes and local religion but thatās a rough guesstimate at best. If you need exact numbers find somebody who knows how to read or at least somehow keeps records.
Thinking about the 'adapt or die' advice that's said so simply, at people in despair about new unregulated tech taking over their jobs or about learning to survive as someone new to the job market. I don't think it's bad to expect a stable job.
Rebageling again because... what gets me most about this interpretation is the softness.Ā When I read the poem, I read it as exultant and fierce.Ā The tiger within was the tiger burning bright of another poemās fame.Ā The tiger destroyed his cage, and who knew what next now that he was out.
Here, weāre given an answer.Ā The tiger steps out and is surprised by the soft grass under his feet, delighted, goes wide-eyed with wonder, and leaps into the meadow.Ā Here, the focus isnāt the cageās destruction, but getting out, beingĀ out, so that the last glimpse weāre given is the tiger now tiny (and joyful!) in the distance, surrounded by the wide green expanse of freedom.
i hate when apps know that iām screenshotting something. when i screenshot something, thatās me acting outside your realm of understanding, app. i am beyond what you consider the observable universe. youāre not supposed to perceive me. we donāt know when god screenshots the earth. we donāt know when heās like, āokay iām just gonna take a pic in case i ever want to add dinosaurs back to something later and donāt remember how.ā and if we did, we wouldnāt act all smug about it like, āhey, you wanna share that post? you could just click here to share it.ā no, man. you didnāt catch me. i screenshotted this for my own reasons. whatās next? i canāt take a photo of my computer screen with my phone out of laziness without being shamed by the printer i donāt own?
āWhy donāt you use aiā idk man beyond the obvious environmental and āthis machine causes psychosis and encourages people to kill themselvesā thing I think asking the equivalent of a solid D student who is also a pathological liar if they can answer my question/do the work for me seems pretty fucking stupid
But the question you have to ask yourself is: How long will you continue to suffer and abandon yourself? You don't have to let go of them, but you do have to love yourself. Once you decide to choose the latter, the former will come naturally. This is why, ironically, deciding that they, in fact, can be happy is also freeing yourself, because you admit that you are no longer holding onto the idea that you are their happy ending.
My favorite quirk of American English is that since we're constantly exaggerating, sometimes it's more intense to say something slightly less intense. Because like, it means you actually thought about it.
"you look great!" - normal. Anyone could say this. Could be true or could just be lying to be nice. Very normal expected thing to say to someone
"you look good." - gay as hell thing to say to someone.
Apparently my stepdad and I are fucking psychically linked because ?? every single time he makes chili for dinner I get a migraine. Without fail. And it became like a ha ha running joke because it happened so many times but now Iām living 3 hours away from my parents and I just texted my mom and
A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and sheās missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesnāt shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my childrenās hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akramās pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
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