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you can find it on my website if this is your cup of tea
clockssugars.blog/articles/0426-…
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@drethelin you could delete this post in an hour and find out
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@rachtsingh look man, all i wanted to do was write a finite element solver that runs on webgpu, now i have ACTUAL NIGHT TERRORS ABOUT KRYLOV SUBSPACES why is all of this happening to me 😭
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@Impish_Bunny this just reads like you told it to vibecheck your instagram and write a pov poem
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@male_leo_xxvi exactly. leave that for your schizo wife
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I live in a limestone-and-glass building south of Pacific Heights, the kind of place where the lobby smells like money, eucalyptus, and seed-stage fraud. My name is anon. I’m 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself, maintaining a clean stack, and keeping my blood chemistry within acceptable operating parameters.
In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I put on an ice pack and scroll X until I see three people I know subtweeting each other about compute, Zionism, or whether AGI should be allowed to do ketamine. Then I do my crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice pack, I wash with a cleanser expensive enough to imply self-respect but not so expensive that it signals LA. In the shower, I rotate between a medically unnecessary body scrub and whatever minimalist Scandinavian product makes my bathroom look like a founder kidnapping victim lives there. Then I begin the real routine: electrolytes, black coffee, magnesium, nicotine, a handful of compounds sourced from websites that look like they were built to sell fake passports, and a small but meaningful quantity of pharmacological optimism.
By this point the smart Adderall box has already pinged my phone, verified the time, and dispensed exactly enough amphetamine to turn ambient dread into productive abstraction. While Bach plays in the background, I review overnight group chats, check whether clawdbot said anything spiritually corrosive, glance at a preprint on GLP-1 agonists, and open Cursor to vibecode some totally unnecessary internal tool that will either make me feel briefly omnipotent or trigger a six-hour dissociative spiral about Chinese manufacturing dominance. Then moisturizer. Then eye cream. Then sunscreen. Because entropy is real, aging is real, and the only moral response is countermeasure.
There is an idea of anon. A Bay Area abstraction. Someone with good skin, good taste, a custom supplement protocol, and opinions about export controls that become more coherent the more stimulants enter his bloodstream. But there is no real me. Only a permissions structure. A chemical timing device. A thin membrane separating Handel, Adderall, and terminal windows from complete psychic disintegration. And though I can hide my optimized gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our eGFR scores are probably comparable, I simply am not there.
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last week's lecture was on introducing prerequisites for homotopy type theory. we went through set quotients, topology, some very basic applications of category theory, and the basics of martin lof type theory for propositional logic.
notes here: clockssugars.blog/articles/0326-…

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i guess im doing weekly math lectures now. the blog article version of the lecture is out on my website. we detail from a purely matrix-oriented perspective, the very basics of group theory and Lie group theory for a non-mathematical audience.
clockssugars.blog/articles/0326-…
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