There is so much to say I almost don’t know where to begin.
It is therefore likely that I will manage to say very little.
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Fortune has smiled on me over the years. I suppose everyone thinks like that sometimes. Tonight I am thinking like that and smiling to myself in response. I would post more but I appear to be falling asleep. Already I am drifting in and out of a lovely dream that I am only too eager to have.
§ Schrödinger’s AI is possibly broken and possibly working. (Also: vLLM for v620)
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)