I have seen some controversy about whether white-passing people of Jewish ancestry count as “white”
Let me clear that up: the people who ask if someone is actually white are racists.
Does something technical in the Boston (MA, US) area. He/him.
I have seen some controversy about whether white-passing people of Jewish ancestry count as “white”
Let me clear that up: the people who ask if someone is actually white are racists.
“When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.”
I suspect that he is incapable of admitting to himself that he is in a hole, much less that he dug it himself.
My semi-serious suggestion:
“That sounds great. I’m going to need to take a course in how to best utilitize AI, and the existing timeline will probably need to change. To really engage at expert level, I will go look at best-practices from experts. You’ll sign off on reasonable expenses, right?”
Then book a trip to [interesting place] and get it expensed. Then look for a new job while promising great things in a few months time, maybe a year or so.
The history of technology teaches us that every non-trivial problem – and a large fraction of trivial problems – require specification beyond the bounds of conversational language.
Greek geometers may have invented the idea of formalizing language with specific definitions, and inventing new symbols to represent special meanings. When important consequences accrue from getting things wrong, people develop jargon: knitters and sailors and shepherds and farmers; engineers and lawyers and plumbers. If you want to convey your knowledge and intentions, you can’t chat informally and expect a human to really understand what you want.
For about a century now we’ve had devices that turn instructions into actions. Everyone who uses these becomes an expert in the particular form of instructions that the device needs, or else they don’t get what they want.
No wristwatch, but I have glasses and without electricity I stop breathing. (While asleep.)
So, yeah, cyborg.
Grew up in fairly rural upstate New York, where you can expect lots of snow and you can unironically envy neighbors who have working Franklin stoves when the power goes out.
I can confirm all of the above, plus: if you are lucky enough to have an Army-Navy surplus store around, one of your handmedowns is likely to be an N3B parka. Definitely not Russian or German or stylish. But it will keep everything above your thighs warm, except your hands. The pockets are uninsulated.
What would effective accounting even look like?
True, it’s too advanced for my brain due to being poisoned by Perl at a young age.
This is just shit.
A bunch of youse is thinking irrationally.
It’s them what go in front of the cannon.
Charlie Stross called the Singularity “the rapture for nerds”.
Good luck with that – I’m a pzombie this year for tax purposes.
Is that actually true? Have they been audited? One problem with long-term storage is “long-term” is a thing that humans are bad at.
The main character commits rape because this isn’t a real universe anyway. You made the right choice.
It’s true, but they are still fairly easy to injure.
Try forming a fist and then hitting with the outside edge of the hand instead of your poor little fingers.
Or learn from your ancestors and become a tool-using mammal. I understand milkshakes have a distinct fondness for fascists.
Mike is a fed, yes.
So is Steve. The snack thing is left over from his previous undercover assignment at NORML. That didn’t end well, but he’s pretty sure he can get Mike to agree to buy explosives, which will be a good bust.
Shorter: “Let’s assume that I’m a godling. I will definitely be an evil god. Here’s how.”
My friend’s father – coincidentally named Feinman, not Feynman - used to say “They always advertise what they haven’t got.”
“Less Wrong”.
It’s not that verbing nouns weirds language so much as the regreekification.
It’s not just going to return quotes! It will return distorted quotes! I suspect you can get it to totally reverse a Singer position within five or six interactions.
With luck, you can then show it to Singer and cause him to die of shame.
We don’t have that much luck, though.