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I don’t want to say you guys overstate things, but literally every downtown in the US? Might be time to move. I was regularly visiting San Francisco in the late 2010s when the tech bro community was really ginning this story up. Was it an ugly clash of both the promise and the failure of US economics? Yeah. Was their shit on the streets? Also yeah. Did I ever feel unsafe? Not really. Anecdata but I remain skeptical because of these Helen Lovejoy-level overstatements.

I think it might be interesting to know age ranges for posters, because this made me smile as it reminded me of hours spent trying to perfect Barnstorming by Activision on my Atari, right down to the scan lines and flight dynamics. Not sure it’s supposed to be an actual flight simulator, so your point (if there was one) just seems like being a prick for no particular reason. Did skin come off your nose while playing?

A really good point, though Occam’s Razor would suggest that part of the prompt is written for the other side’s lawyers more than for Claude. Saves having to go into court and try to prove a non-deterministic system will definitely understand abstract language every time.

Same. Now how am I going to know my incredibly trenchant literary references landed? More seriously, I’ve done the same with movies and gotten some really good recommendations.

If it makes you feel any better, think of it more as a catchy synecdoche to communicate “the man was a dangerous incompetent” than a formal verification disproval of his claim.

Eh, I’d say more he hadn’t been fired for being drunk. Part of the trick to being a success as a functional alcoholic is being a white guy.

Please don’t ask how I know.

Took me a minute, but absolutely lovely.

Just in time.

Perhaps you do.

How do you figure? The value of the report is, ethics aside, the same as the value of exploiting it. Doesn’t matter if I can conceive of it, it matters if I can exploit it.

In my face then. You are killing it.

You hosting your own phone service too? Everybody has a limit.

Christ, thanks. I blame the beers.

Not everyone is interested in how the sausage gets made. Most people buy a drill to make holes, not to disassemble to learn how to build their own drill. And yes, I have a Migadu account. But I front many of those email addresses via Gmail.

> Right now you can forge email from any email address you can verify ownership

I find this sentence confusing. Do you mean “forge” in a technical sense of “this email came from a server unassociated with the domain”? I don’t really get it. I’ve know this feature existed in Gmail for 15+ years and have made regular use of it. Plus I’ve used it to help older relatives keep an old address alive.

Also, if it were an ad, wouldn’t the author have posted it? Someone found value in it.

Interesting. It would seem to me to be a piece from someone who made a role for themselves and enjoys it enough to write about it, which was the kind of “truth marketing” we thought would win out in the Age of Blogging. It absolutely functions as an ad, but it was also worth a read.

>It’s a mismatch between who you are and what your current role or workplace is actually asking of you

Over the last five years ago I finally realized that is an issue for me. A combination of that plus having far too much of my (low) self-esteem bound up in needing praise from work. I chased my way to a senior role at a big SaaS that would look grand on my resume and paid quite well. After a little over two years, I simply resigned because the crippling feeling of not being useful at all was killing me. And I knew it wasn’t fixable, because my role was a “bullshit job”. So I took the summer off and that was wonderful, but when I started looking for work, for the first time in decades I had to chase it instead of it chasing me. Wound up at a startup that was a perfect fit: my chosen technology stack, still really small and needed fires put out.

It turned out they couldn’t live without the fires and thought the disaster they kept enlargening was good (VC money is a hell of a drug) and they severed me (along with a bunch of other firefighters they had hired) and finding a new gig wasn’t easier that time. Plus the one I found went under 6 days before I was to start.

I wound up taking on a QA role at a huge, old-school company and it is theoretically mind-numbing drudgery, but there was so much room for improvement that I started to dig it. Somewhere in there, two decades of depression eased all the way up. Now they’ve transitioned me into inventing their QA for AI and I am over the moon, digging into research papers, butting into high-level academic discussions and feel like I’ve found a fit. So I do think there’s something to what the author is saying.

If you’re trying to tell me this is why my mom telling me how handsome I am didn’t translate to the general populous, I could have used this info about forty years ago.

Oh, I took this as a bowdlerized version of the actual conversation, which I might be willing to pay to have a copy of if I am right?

"Commander Holden, for posterity, with your limited air time, am I right in suspecting the testing of this experimental aircraft would have been better left to a more experienced pilot?"

"Sir, fookin' 'ell yes sir. And tell 'im what does to pack a second set o' britches."

(Apologies, my knowledge of the British language is limited entirely to Dick van Dyke in Mary Poppins)

Thank you so much for this. Turned an article I was annoyed about (for AI speak) into an amazing story again.

Oh Phaedrus, need anyone tell us?

September.

Oh I’d forgotten that scene until now. I remember being so, maybe not creeped out, but feeling shifted out of time and having a lot of philosophy I’d read finally click. “Oh, but I wouldn’t notice if this reality wasn’t real, fish not knowing about water, etc.”

You should really spam that link here to show your dad’s memory lives on.

I think it’s Memorex.

Which sucks because I feel there is some good stuff but it’s buried. This is going to be like every “era” on the web, isn’t it? We must be 2-3 months away from sites that people threw up simply to create the Reader Mode of the AI era, where we will all link to articles via an intermediary 12 Foot Ladder type site that runs the content through a different AI taught to boil the article to its essence and then tersely rewrite those bullet points in something close to human language.

This is great when you’re the sole dev and PM. It does not scale well. Especially if you have stakeholders above you in the org chart.

Yes but what’s a taxi to the airport cost now? Otherwise the comparison doesn’t mean much.

I used a saying that describes how common it is for individiuals to attribute their experience as something completely different from all that came before or after. Sorry for referencing something that clearly has no bearing here at all. Carry on.

Horses for courses, but you’re comparing your best-case scenario to a worst-case Immich scenario. Admittedly I had a home lab box for it and am technical, but my effort was essentially pointing Claude at the Docker image and remembering a port number for setting up my phone.

Your solution, as presented, assumes you don’t lose any photos in six months and never go above the 2gb or so of space you get for a dollar. The impetus to finally set up Immich came from my wife pushing past that. Even at fifty cents a GB forever, it’s not going to scale as well as essentially 0, though that depends on considering the drive as a sunk cost.

And now I finally have to suck it up and establish an off-site backup plan to make my scenario like for like. Damn you!