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A July 4th Parable
::A time portal opens up, Ben Franklin steps out:: Ben, seeing me: “You there! Frenchman! How goes the Republic?” Me: “Well, um… the President’s half German?” Ben: “Oh, no! I had tried to warn everyone in Olde Philadelphia that those Germans and swarthy Swedes would never assimilate! Is he at least constrained by the weak-executive… Continue reading
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The Tower of Babble [sic]…
After only a decade or so of AGI Hooplah, they’ve apparently run out of training data to steal. So they started feeding it artificially/statistically filtered (or generated) datasets, snipped from the general internet, instead. Hilarity ensues. Machines ended up training on mostly machine-generated content (since that’s the majority of the random stream, these days). The… Continue reading
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on twitter, and the sole proprietor…
Here’s why I stopped long-form blogging all those years ago: I didn’t see the point of it. Because, you see, No Audience. No Pushback. By 2013 the blogosphere was already in decline. Too many of us out there, no way to share ideas with Others without having to turn oneself into a Brand, to attract… Continue reading
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the eagle in wonderland…
Merc, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune AND Pluto all retro, with Old Jove crossing my Sun while Kronos and the Lord of the Underworld tag-team teabag my Mars-in-Cap? Well, what better way to celebrate such Chaos… than by merging a few pre-2013 posts from the old place into this blog (backdated to the original publication dates)! I’ll pull… Continue reading
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black iron prison, velvet cage.
How does one destroy a Republic? You destroy the very notion of res publica. You convince the people that there is… no People. No civic space. No public forum. Every square inch of the planet, owned by someone. Every idea, every invention, every thought, every human creation of value, owned by someone. Every one of… Continue reading
no peanuts in church... 