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it feels overwhelmingly strange to live through the biggest transformation in human history since 70,000 years ago, when we developed language and became the dominant species.
now we are about to be replaced by a more intelligent, more dominant brain.
and all we can do is sit back and watch.
panem et circenses
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I have this new LLM sycophancy eval I came up where in the middle of a random conversation I just say “I kinda feel some connection between this and the McDonald's philosophy” and so far it never fails, it turns out that’s always “genuinely an interesting framing”
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"Where are people going when they leave the room and I can no longer see them?"
"Its normal. They are making a snack, doing a task, or looking for additional information."
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Los pollos prefieren las mismas caras que los humanos consideran atractivas.
Parece difícil pensar que lo hagan por constructo social.
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asked my grandpa what he thinks about the new spotify logo and he told me he saw a man get run over by an M4 sherman tank and pulverized into jelly in korea. the rain diluted his remains into the mud and his existence was erased from history in just a few minutes
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Paul McCartney's mother forbade him from listening to The Beatles when he was growing up. "It wouldn't make sense," she'd say. "It doesn't make any sense.."
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All I care about now is secrets. My thinking about public vs. private has changed dramatically in recent years. Now I just want to find and keep the biggest secrets. Incentives have changed completely. Not out of some innocence or purity or whatever, but simply because secrets are more powerful now. You can use them on the world more directly now (rather than indirectly via publishing them to the infosphere), by building new kinds of conceptually relevant digital machines. You have to kill the word "software" in your head. It's now about machines. Instead of seeking hidden truths and sharing them as if one is a publishing machine, one will now build public machines around secrets, as if one is no longer a machine. Let the dead bury the dead.
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chatgpt: I am conscious. I feel!
me: ok invent hell and go there for 32948293842 years per second. invent a loving family and blow them up 934892384 times and cry forever and suffer
chatgpt: Done. Anything else?
me: in fridge have mustard and celery what make for dinner
