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AI and hallucinations
A bit of humor as it inflates my qualifications, but it is also a red flag that progress has stalled, and just tossing more resources (compute and GPU) at the problem is unlikely to fix the problem.
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What I'm Watching: Ashes to Ashes
A twist on the usual cop show, but it works, and the writing/casting are outstanding.
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Did nobody have the "talk" with Zuckerberg?
If you think that the modern captains of industry learned anything from the antitrust takedowns of the robber-barons from the gilded age, think again. The clownery is delightful!
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This fucking guy: (lil') Marco Rubio
Once a rising Republican star, Lil' Marco once again prostates himself, flushing any remaining decency down the oubliette. Your career is toast, trading for Trump will be your epitaph. Deserved
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Cowardly Fuckers get fucked. Who could have seen this coming?
The big Law firms who knuckled under to Trump are learning the lessons from Goodfellas (the Voodoo Lounge lesson)
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On AI, and its implications
How it is being pushed, and how it is failing to deliver on its promises. AI is the Mid-Tech and it is already at its limit, but will that ever translate to corporate expectations?
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My Birthday is coming up...
And I have been a very very good boy. (but not that good)
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Music: Smith/Kotzen
Two names, one band, one simple mission: Deliver great music that pleases. More of this, please!
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What's happening in the Legacy Media
Let's do a quik trip through the NY Times for Saturday, April 5th.
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Discovering the Blues
I haven't smiled this hard in a looooooong time. Lucas Brar puts a smile on my face this morning, and it was good.
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These Fucking Guys: A two-fer, David French and Sen. Jim Banks
Thy cup runneth over with fuckery and assholery. David French finally realizes his complicity in Trump's arise (sorta) and Indiana Republican Senator Jim Banks shows his true colors
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Music: Hocus Pocus, an anthology
A new discovery of a cover of a classic tune pops into focus, and causes me to reminisce about my misspent youth. Good times!