I got up before 7:00 this morning and I worked all day, straight through, until 10:30 pm this evening. Without a break. Not even a lunchbreak.
By the time I was done, my hands were trembling.
Intense, lengthy work sessions like this always have a strange, paradoxical effect on me. On the one hand, I feel wonderful and triumphant. At the very same time, and in the very same bones, I feel equally frustrated that this is how we spend our lives.
§ 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.)