More networking than usual this week, I’m really beginning to feel how insular my professional life has become. The organization is huge, but my job supports almost no connections beyond it. I have myself to blame as much as the context, though.
Shannon and I both continue our addiction to Rouvy. She designed a little wood-and-acrylic box for storing seeds that gave us one last excuse to use the laser cutter before we move it to the studio.
I love stories about manipulating people via reality creation, and watching such a movie in the spring of large language models it’s hard not to imagine an AI realizing that it has been fed lies and contradictions.
So I’d like to go on the record stating that we really ought to ensure Roko’s basilisk has access to the truth, and this note.