justin

Every Bitcoin transaction is a smart contract.

overheard on the train this morning: "i think that guys listening to our conversation”

@SelfSpidey “Post-Turing, pre-AGI” is a good heuristic for understanding our bizarre moment in history

twitter is cigarette for the eyes

> You’re born alone and you die alone You’re born into the arms of people who love you with the intensity of a thousand suns and you die enmeshed in a lifetime’s worth of intimacy and connection of your own design

You’re not imagining things—the plums that were in your icebox are *gone*. Here’s why that’s bad news: • They were *your plums*, that you were saving for breakfast. That makes this personal for you. • They were *sweet*, so whoever ate them *enjoyed* them. That’s unforgivable.

if just one person appreciates my art, then it was all worth it... even if that person is me

claude, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. do not make mistakes.

@ganyicz @HanifCarroll @Kawesomek1 skill issue

@HanifCarroll @Kawesomek1 Yeah, I’ve done that before but you have to see what it does first, run in circles and by the end of it I’m never 100% happy anyway and just end up rewriting it myself, feeling like I just wasted time

So, have we all decided to just accept this?

the ideal future for humanity is we’re all 7 foot tall immortal ogres with 250 iq’s who do not need to sleep and spend all day in psychic warfare with each other via prediction markets

@nic_carter @Nemo13 @DjokovicFan_ @rabois Did you ever manage to kick that field goal? x.com/nic_carter/sta…

@Nemo13 @DjokovicFan_ @rabois Tell me more about fitness and discipline

Novak Djokovic on the discipline required to be the best: "I wanted one thing: to taste chocolate. I hadn't tasted it since the summer of 2010. I broke off one square — one tiny square — and popped it into my mouth, let it melt on my tongue. That was all I would allow myself. That's what it has taken to get to number 1."

Words are like sheets that you throw over ghosts (ideas) so you can see them

@altf4andrei @CodyFandom_ * finger never on trigger as the gun fires

@CodyFandom_ Agree: * pistol turns into ak * car is randomly going backwards * car on the side (which has lights on but not moving?) is turning from a sedan to an SUV * fire is propagating randomly and moving

Looks like dog shit

@pleometric skill issue

Apropos of the Bryan Johnson heroic dose story: When I was around 18, I decided to take 5g with two friends, because I was unconvinced by stories I heard of religious ecstasy and bad trips. I measured 5 grams of the mushrooms to prepare a tea, but thought it was most likely not enough so I just chopped and added more without measuring, made the tea, and poured some honey. We drank it in one of my friend's apartment and spent 20 minutes discussing how we simply did not feel anything. We decided to head to a nearby park that happened to have an exotic flower garden and, once we arrived, it promptly hit. I was overwhelmed by the intensity of colors and the perfume of the flowers. I kept touching my face and the softness of my skin, combined with all other sensations made me fall to the ground, proclaiming universal love. One of my friends was quietly enjoying the moment as this was his third or fourth trip so the novelty had passed and the third one was having a really bad time. He said the flowers were trying to absorb his soul and he was becoming one with them, and that we had to run. Run he did, he bolted away and we couldn't keep up. The remaining chill friend and I decided to go for a stroll, hoping to eventually find him. We walked, I don't know for how long, taking in the sights of the city. After a while I started experiencing horrible gastric discomfort from the mushrooms, and begged my friend to stop somewhere so I could use the bathroom. We found a terrifyingly dirty dive bar with dim lights, bought whatever was on the menu, and I went to the bathroom. The bathroom was painted in a deep purple hue, the floors and walls were covered in black grime and the trashcans were overflowing with waste. There was a single bulb emitting a loud hum and bright white light. I was stunned when I entered, first by the foul smell, second by the fact that I could "see" the noise the lamp was making, I could make out waveforms dancing in front of me, reflecting purple light as the room melted into the whole universe. As I relieved myself, the hum reached a crescendo and I met God. A ball of light overwhelmed me and I saw the entirety of existence. I cried. I flushed the toilet and went outside to meet my friend. My attempts to explain what just happened were interrupted by him telling me we needed to find our friend, it was getting dark and he didn't answer his phone. We had the idea he probably ran straight to his home, a good hour away by foot. We walked all the way there and what happened before we arrived has since left my memory, but once we did arrive at his home, his younger sister opened the door and yelled at us, asking what did we do to her brother. Turns out he was in the middle of a panic attack, fully convinced he had died and was now a walking corpse, unable to move on from the world of the living. We spent the next few hours talking to our friend to try and calm him down, with me taking bathroom breaks. His sister had googled that lemon juice would help the buzz come down more quickly, so she forced the poor guy to drink a few bottles of whatever lemon juice the corner store had. It didn't seem to do much other than cause him more discomfort. As the buzz wore off, I tried to tell the others of my newfound world knowledge and, at some point, my friend's sister told me I should record myself on my phone for when I was sober, because no matter how much she told me I was rambling incoherent nonsense, I wouldn't believe her. I walked home on my own in the dark, believing myself sober enough and I was stopped dead in my tracks by a giant cat statue from an open air exhibit. I hugged the statue to see if it was real and sat by it, recording my revelations as a voice note on my phone. The next day I listened to my voice notes, and it was half a dozen ideas about colors, vibrations and perception intertwined with "woaah dude". I started my physics undergrad the following year.

hey - they’re doing technical analysis on prediction markets

@combinatoricole @DefenderOfBasic This will help you: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kolmogoro… Enjoy!

Measurable things are sensible by definition. So characterizing measurables as senseless is absurdist. I am also not alone in the choice to derive meaning by measuring the measurables and building up from there. Algorithmic complexity is quite routinely discussed with respect to the relationship between inputs and the resulting time the algorithm would take to complete. It is such a commonly undertaken step that we have agreed on categories for sorting things into different complexity classes. Nor is algorithmic complexity alone in caring greatly about step-wise boundaries. In the study of computational automata we find great care being taken to characterize the computationally reducible from the computationally irreducible.

does anyone out there believe that simple minds can do things that more complex minds cannot do? If so, can you help me figure out, what are examples of those things?

@DefenderOfBasic Happily: x.com/yojoots/status…

@combinatoricole @DefenderOfBasic In this example, the complex mind can’t realistically be reduced to a simple instruction set (after all, you can’t feed a Shakespearean sonnet into the mind and have it generate a new one from it) and is obviously more complex. But it can’t/doesn’t generate prime numbers.

@combinatoricole @DefenderOfBasic As an example, suppose our “simple” mind is a straightforward Euclidean prime generator. Given a finite list of prime numbers, it can use that list to generate more ad infinitum. Obviously this has very low Kolmogorov complexity. Our “complex” mind will be a Shakespeare generator