Most people recoiled at the sight of a disturbing, lanky CGI version of Sonic the Hedgehog when Paramount released its first trailer for the upcoming live-action film — and the studio has listened.
Most of these authors are not explicitly Bayesian. You can find Bayesian content on nytimes.com.
(Alastor Grey, who was also the creator, commented: “Your stories are always awesome. I’m disappointed in You-Know-Who as well -”
Some readers also commented: “This doesn’t seem like a Cult article. This seems like I subscribe to a genuine non-distribute off-network group. …” To which my own countercomment: “Listen to the rationalists, once a day you can’t have it both ways. They are too detached from real life and their own values. You’re all being silly. I’m all right. It’s too easy to believe in rationalists when you know you’re going to get fired when your startup doesn’t work out -”
I disagree with both of those people.
And you can imagine story after story (or blog post if you like) telling of Overcoming Bias supporters all over the Bay Area.
I wanted to write about Overcoming Bias because that is the only group I know that wasn’t rational about drugs or nanotechnology, as such, until the Bay Area seemed to get more populated.
But there was a strange peculiar habit gaining steam in the comment thread of people who disagreed with me. And this was in the form of poorly written angry comments (some of which I managed to thread).
From what I could find, no one seemed to have come up with a rational way to respond to the commenter’s poorly written comments, and quite a few people just flatly remarked, "Oh, you think rationalists are so stupid that no one notices this stuff”?
The commenters seemed to be set, on both ends, up to shrug and sneer; and at times the comment was accompanied by stern questioning and threats of expulsion.
I know that I’d have to say something like that, but I would also expect the commenters to have been out to give some individual a stern lecture.
To this day, I cannot recall a occasion where I saw more than one angry person having a voice heard well over their objections - not once, but sometimes.
In retrospect, I think that if comments like that had been encouraged all along, rather than prohibited, then maybe some rationalist would have sprung for that pattern a long time ago.
Timed to Mental Health Awareness Month in May, the “Real Meals” include the Blue Meal, Salty Meal, Yaaas Meal and DGAF (Don’t Give a F—) Meal.
azdoine asked: What do you make of Intuit digitizing their microfilm copy of In The Realms of the Unreal?
Huh, I had no idea they were doing it.
It sounds like it will only be accessible through onsite visits, which is kind of weird? IIRC people can already request access to their microfilm, but maybe that’s just for “real” (academic) research. Still, not really a significant practical increase in our ability to read the books. I guess having the books stored in more formats is good just for the safety of redundancy, though.
There’s also the American Museum of Folk Art’s project to make digital versions of Darger’s books from their own resources (can’t remember if they’re doing it from microfilm or directly from the manuscripts, which they own). I’m much more excited about that one, because IIRC they actually plan to make them publicly available on the web. But that might take a long time, or never happen — last time I looked into it I found a PDF about what they’d done in the year or so since they’d gotten the grant, and a lot of it was setting up committees to figure out what even needed to be done, and that sort of thing, and it sounded like they wanted some cool interactive cross-referenced web experience (?) and didn’t necessarily have people hired who could make that happen. So I’m a little worried that project will be “in progress” forever.
Alley, 1870, Aleksey Savrasov
rather than death of the author i subscribe to a critical framework i like to refer to as Schrodinger’s Author where the authors intentions are important except for when i dont like them
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Edmund Dulac - book illustrations for The Bells and Other Poems by Edgar Allen Poe
Sometime on Tuesday I left the ecstatic haze of my Epilogues obsession and returned to the normal flow of daily life, but this morning I started thinking about a thematic cluster I still don’t grok, and it’s gnawing at me, so I’m making a post
(I woke up in a really nasty mood this morning, and that’s probably coloring the way I’m thinking about this topic, which is amusingly appropriate given the topic, actually)
Anonymous asked: Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning.
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