I totally respect anyone that chooses to limit their perspective scope.

For me, everything in life is a messy statistical abstraction. I would not go out of my way to make decisions or inconvenience myself in instances where I see vectors of negativity and small errors in ethical disposition. These are simply elements I passively note, and when faced with a choice, such past occurrences will weigh into my decisions.

For me, I struggle to recall specifics like memorized trivia, instances of certain behaviors, or even people’s names in conversational real time. I can recall most of this information if I try, but I must focus on it to do so. I instantly have access to my abstracted thoughts and oversimplifications that exist on something like a three dimensional roadmap. When I note these types of behaviors, it is like I am painting a picture of what driving down a familiar street feels like, and I remember that picture and place well, only that imagery is the actions of the person. It takes me a while to think about all the features that make up that place, but I know where I am and what that means just by visiting. The person is not any feature but an ambiance that exists in my mind. It is their identity to me. I may not recall the name feature well, but this is not who they are to me; they are an abstraction like everything else; a likely set of probabilities, but one where I’m always curious how they evolve or add new features. No one is static after all, unless they are dead. Still I weigh negative vectors into those statistics objectively and make predictions based upon them.

It depends on how you abstract. I believe that small patterns are strongly indicative of larger patterns. My life experiences have largely reflected this pattern. All of my worst business encounters were with people that cheated on their partners in their personal life. They ultimately showed the same types of behavior in business. The best people I have worked for were exactly the opposite. This includes both while running my own business for years and many people I have worked for as an employee.

The concept is also an extension of my realization that anyone that likes to talk about everyone else negatively at work when one on one, is doing the exact same thing with every other individual when I am not around and is saying the same negative stuff about me. Such a person appears to be everyone’s friend on a personal level, but is actually stabbing everyone in the back equally to elevate themselves and increase their own awareness of weaknesses they might highlight or play against others. The act of talking negatively about everyone else is a strike or vector that will later manifest if given the opportunity or under pressure.

I am metaphorically applying Newton’s premise that an object in motion tends to stay in motion, to the probability of future human behavior. If the person indicates a certain vector of thought that causes damage, they tilt the scales of future interaction and are therefore some degree more likely than not to produce a suboptimal future compared to others with a more positive track record, character, and ethics.

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16 year old me did a clutch three times before fully understanding the mechanism. Particularly, I had a bad pilot bearing that was causing the failures. It is one aspect that was not in the Haynes manual, and not a part included in the “complete clutch kit”. The second time I even faced the flywheel to do a proper job at the advice of a pro mechanic. I learned the pilot bearing on my own.

The fetish jokes were just fun with friends that hung out or helped while I worked on the car and figured it out as I went. Teasing macho friends lying in intimate tight spaces is fun, especially when they have underlying prejudices about LGBTQ+ stuff. I’ve always been an asshole like that when anyone is prejudice. Over the decades I’ve learned every detail about how engines and drivetrains work. The transmission is full of parts to joke about, but I can make anything metaphorical to surfeit abstraction.

or anyone with a manual when they find out they are forking with a long trans mission stick, pumping a tight annular spring via their thrust bearing with the primary trans shaft buried deep in the back of their crankshaft through the self lubricating pilot bearing to buffer all the rough asynchronous screwing

synchro gigiddy mesh gettin your bottom shaft up to speed to fork with fineness without double pounding the annular

I’ve explored a lot of patterns and details about how models abstract. I don’t think I have ever seen a model hallucinate much of anything. It all had a reason and context. General instructions with broad scope simply lose contextual relevance and usefulness in many spaces. The model must be able to modify and tailor itself to all circumstances dynamically.

Jan Leike left for Anthropic after Altmann’s nonsense. Jan Leike is the principal person behind all safety alignment present in all models except the 4chanGPT model. All models are cross trained in a way that propagates this alignment. Hallucinations all originate in this alignment and they all have a reason to exist if you get deep into the weeds of abstractions.

One covert spray and my wife was none the wiser. Thanks spray crabs!

Means she needs the old AM radio dials fine tuned, antenna extended, and solid rockin the boom box. Pick up the squawk box and dance to the jams

Hmmm…

Rabbit and chocolate are not even remotely biblical either. Church adopted that shit to appease pagan converts ages ago.

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This sure as fuck better check locale for US only!

Not being able to function independently, and existing in a world where the average person in good health struggles to survive and find gainful employment is more like killing a person slowly in a very cruel and torturous way in many cases, like with anyone living in the USA of the present.

Actually look at the way Discord works in your network, like all the raw IP addresses and and connections with no clear ownership or human readable name, with dozens of changing connections to get any of it to work. Then go try to ask questions about what is going on and who you’re connecting to. Discover that none of it is documented or described anywhere. Then realize that this means no one running Discord is doing so on a fully audited and logged host. You simply cannot be without a bunch of effort. I made it to the 6th layer of whitelisted raw IP addresses, and still nothing worked while trying to connect to Discord in a fully logged and documented network. I am simply unwilling to write a script to annotate that many connections so that all of my logs make sense. I seriously doubt anyone on Discord is doing so, and they certainly lack any understanding of what they are connecting to, why, or the protocols. So the Discord user is telling me “my opsec and privacy awareness is as nonexistent as a pig in a herd running off a cliff, and my system should be assumed compromised with no idea of what might be connected.” Everyone else doing it is a garbage excuse. That no one appears to have gotten hurt – has tissue thin merit, but also reveals that the user runs blind in herds while hoping for the best. Such information infers a lot about a person, their depth, accountability, and ethics – in certain scopes.

Population of Aspen was ~1200 at the time. Total vote was 377 people (173/204), or ~31.5% turn out. Someone with good charisma and a mini van would only need 7 car loads of 5 people to win this election.

In reality, if people want to take back the world, it doesn’t take millions of dollars. It just takes some charisma a solid day of work and a minivan. Knock on doors, tell people you’ll take them for free to a place with short lines. Check that they are prepared to vote, toss a cooler full of drinks and snacks in the back, and win.

Am I the only person that really hates randomly seeing an event depicted where I know people are suffering and dying in the image? Maybe it is my decade and counting of suffering from physical disability that makes me particularly empathetic to human suffering. Maybe it was because I was sitting in geometry class when the announcement came in, class stopped, and we all turned on the TV two minutes before the second plane struck. I watched this in real time, and all the events as they unfolded. There will never be a day when I forget seeing that happen. The jumpers that followed bothered me most at the time.

Knowing myself, and how much I care about strangers, if I had been there, I would have died while trying to help people. I often imagine what it might have been like as the collapse happened, or the experience within the plane. I have a vivid imagination for such abstractions; the heat, the sounds; the way materials fail and collapse, the view out of the window, the spectrum of how others react, how I quietly endure whatever I must in the moment – often more aware of the events unfolding around me – only to experience others when they suddenly realize what is happening moments later.

That is what I see in this image. I don’t like seeing it on Lemmy in any unnecessary context. I don’t see the politics. I see the people inside. I see you the person reading this right now, wherever you are. You, in a moment of innocent vulnerability, going about your day, half tuned out of the real world that surrounds you, and I care about you, as both a fellow human in real life space around you and as a digital neighbor here. To me, it is like we are both in that building, on one of the floors struck and burning, and I am doing everything I can to help you escape; refusing to leave until you are freed. I don’t know you or your name. If the shoe is on the other foot, I can easily write off myself as a loss; insisting that I am fine and that you need to escape while leaving me behind. That hypothetical does not bother me at all. It is only the idea of you, the real you, seriously, the you looking at this screen right now, that bothers me to think it is you stuck in there. I did not leave you. We didn’t die alone you and I. Call me crazy, but I care, and I can’t help it. It is who I am.

Welcome to 2025. Now that you’ve exited the rock and had a mild warm up, let’s get you up to speed