GenAI Is a Lens into Humanity
not a person!
The brain is a tool.
not a person!
Reflections on the stillness of writing
There was, a long time ago, a small kingdom, and in that small kingdom was a prince who deemed himself just. This Prince reveled, above all else, in subjecting his people to the most peculiar trials. In his Princely youth, he enjoyed making his servants go about their chores while hopping around on one leg, or while tied to a dozen dogs by as many leashes. He often ordered his history teachers to…
Control, meaning, purpose, goals, recursion, and Water Lilies join the catalog
There is no magic wand
Scientific or Manifest or...?
I'll be posting less often and more in depth
How the mind creates and improves its framings on the fly
What exists is a matter of public opinion
Toddlin' on
Looking back on how I've been looking back
In His Own Words (Episode 5)
In His Own Words (Episode 4)
In His Own Words (Episode 3)
In His Own Words (Episode 2)
In His Own Words (Episode 1)
Overcast. An old loghouse with a balding thatched roof along a mountain path. Goats linger about, munching at the anemic grass that grows around the building. A wooden sign, which might have once hung high but is now resting oblique against the wall beside the loghouse's door, reads: "Pilgrims Welcome" in ancient hand-painted letters. A woman, dressed in so many layers of drab coats that she…
A meta-cross-post
Group intelligence is worth talking about
You're looking for the Place. Not a special place, or an important place. The right place for yourself. A place that means nothing to anyone else, but that completely fills the nooks and crannies of your being and lets you hold on to the world as firmly as is possible for a human being. A place that is like it was made for you, like a rock of the perfect size and shape to be held snugly in…
A modest mathematical framing of language
None of it is important or all of it is
How programmers' struggles are everyone's mental struggles
And voilà!
A stolen attempt
The eyeball'll never see the color of its iris. The hand will never scratch its back. The skull will never kiss its nape. The clock will never measure its keeping of true time. Unless, that is, they get external help. But what about the living mind? They say that there is such a thing that it is like to be what someone is. They say that science can't explain the simple fact of feeling…
Six assorted examples
I asked a counterfeit person about it
On quaint devices for time-travel
Today, even a lazy after-thought can become a useful project
Should we anthropomorphize LLMs?
A quick reference
Somehow, though, I can still read it
Why I never skip a Readwise day
All the ways your framings and models can lead you astray
"How Optimists Are Alike"
Retro sci-fi stories and how they can help with Reddit rants
The world is my task list
and a good text editor
Patterns are anti-randomness and thought is made of pattern-stuff
A nitpick and a fable about the world getting more complex than ever
Japanese gitaigo are nuggets of mundane joy
What reminiscing is like without mental imagery
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable. —Seneca, Epistolae, LXXI., 3. TL;DR Aether Mug is taking a short holiday next week, and possibly the week after that. What's Going on Inside Marco's Mind - Don't Peek! I started this blog as a side project to capture the many ancillary thoughts I had while working on my main project, Plankton Valhalla (PV). The…
On the quandaries of kodawari
What happened when I let an LLM pretend to be me
The synthetic origins of what we consider normal
Another Japanese marvel
Studying a thought process
Take a look at reality for a minute