comparativelysuperlative:

is2020over.com is the most important website of the year.

(Answer: no. Just today left. Could be more disasters to track, who knows.)

So anyway, the guy it’s “reluctantly made & maintained by” is speaking on the Jan. 5 about how 2020 is, finally, over. 

You can register here, assuming we make it another week.

I get why people are saying this, but I disagree. Much like how “the ‘60′s” ended in 1974, “2020″ will not end until the vaccine rollout.

For the purposes of mass coordination “the end of 2020″ is probably when the pandemic is declared officially over, but I personally will be making a Happy New Year post one week after my second dose of Pfizer-BioNTech, or on the equivalent day-of-full-effect if I end up with a different manufacturer’s vaccine.

(Tonight I’m still gonna eat traditional New Year foods and play “Auld Lang Syne” and maybe watch the Times Square ball drop if the stream doesn’t crash again, but I’m thinking I might also do it (sans ball drop) then.)


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marcusseldon:

I have been feeling increasing anxiety about AI given the success of gpt-3, and not because of the potential of a singularity or AI foom scenario.

What I’m worried about is that AI will soon make nerds obsolete. In the current world, you can be socially awkward and weird but still find success and status through your intellectual abilities. There are many jobs available for people who can write, code, or even just memorize a lot of information (like lawyers). But it seems like we may not be too far off from AI being able to take many of these jobs over. Perhaps not the most complicated and high status ones, but the bulk of the low and mid-range complexity jobs that most nerds work in will disappear.

If AI takes over most of these information jobs, then what’s left will be physical labor and people-oriented jobs. Everyone will be either a construction worker or yoga instructor. The salespeople will be fine, meanwhile most data analysts and entry level coders and writers will be laid off as one person plus an AI can do the work of dozens of people.

Right now, you can still get some level of societal respect if you’re smart even if you lack charisma or physical ability, but that may not be true much longer.

 

balioc:

…both physical labor and, uh, let’s call it “user interface labor” are already getting hammered by automation.  That doesn’t seem likely to stop or slow down. 

(A high-level salesperson dealing with high-value wares may not be replaceable by present-generation AI…GPT-3 can’t schmooze a client…but the McDonald’s cashier is getting replaced by a kiosk, and the ordinary floor salesman is getting replaced by the Amazon algorithm.) 

It is true that intellectual labor may be thrown into that basket as well. 

Social respect stems from economically productive labor is a mug’s game.  We’ve been falling down on the job of dealing with that truth, in part because nerds – who are, de facto, responsible for that kind of philosophical work – have been doing very well economically of late.  But it remains true.

 

bambamramfan:

The lucrative remuneration for analytical thinking of the past couple decades should be understood as a blip. Eventually it will die down, and that will suck for many people (including myself.) But you shouldn’t build your life counting on it to last.

 

eightyonekilograms:

But you shouldn’t build your life counting on it to last.

Ok, so… what should I do? This isn’t actionable advice.

 

bambamramfan:

Save the money you earn now instead of counting on a regular increase in pay throughout the rest of your life. Talk to lawyers you know about what their professional arc has looked like (given that they have had the same arc recently.) Vote for a strong social safety net because even if you earn 6 figures now you may need it later.

I don’t really have good advice for people. A lot of people are in very bad situations! But “I and my friends have well paying jobs and I expect this to never change” is not guaranteed to hold up.

+1

I’m going into accounting soon, and I plan to operate under the assumption that I will be permanently laid off at some point. Here’s hoping it’s far enough in the future to give me a good chance to prepare.

(On the bright side, my *baseline* expenses are barista FIRE†, and I have several Vimes Boot Theory plans that I would only need a few good years to be able to enact. Also I have my foot in the employees-only door at a local fast-food joint, which is in a small town where automation of fast food is less economical.)

I won’t make the same mistakes my father made, thinking that because he was a programmer†† he was golden and didn’t need to do more than basic 401k deposits. (I’m gonna make *new* and *different* mistakes, which will almost certainly revolve around having less fun than I could be getting away with having. I’m pretty okay with that.)

†”barista FIRE” = the ability to cover your personal expenses on 20 minimum-wage-hours a week (the shortfall is implied to be covered by interest on your investments, but I would *have* no shortfall on 20 minimum-wage-hours/week, though it’d be a bit tight and I wouldn’t be able to support anyone else)  ((okay, the lack-of-other-income is not quite true, ~half our rent is being covered by partial ownership of our home and absence-of-rent-cost-due-to-ownership is a form of interest income in its own right; upon reflection, people who come from subcultures where car leasing/loans are normalised would likely also be inclined to consider the absence of payments on our (admittedly shitty) car as a form of interest income))

††of devices that no longer exist, having been subsumed by Blackberries and then even further subsumed by smartphones


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etirabys:

I… hate rituals… the togetherness music and speeches turn me into the grinch… 

I do appreciate the material sans context, but I believe it should be consumed in the privacy of one’s room as one uglycries over the fragility of human civilization and then resolves to do what little one can to protect it. Doing that stuff together, there’s something almost obscene about it that sends one’s antipropagandistic system on high alert that some beautiful personal faculty is being hijacked for a profane public purpose.


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hametronit:

ahh yes, the only thing this apocalypse was missing..

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The hellcracker

 

anaisnein:

excuse you these are pure comfort

 

tototavros:

i had them exactly once, loved them, then used them as school lunch for 6 months, got tired for a few, and then used them again for a year

 

rustingbridges:

hmm I wonder if there are regional patterns in how matzah is spelled. I didn’t know matzo was a valid spelling. possibly this is because I only interact with matza in verbal conversation. tbh none of those spellings feel right

 

businesstiramisu:

I think it’s Hebrew vs. Yiddish (same with Shabbat vs. Shabbos), but I haven’t actually checked that. Also: Matza is great – matza coffee, matza brie, the leftovers make great breakfast!

 

rustingbridges:

hmm I would expect to have been exposed to the yiddish version, since all the jews I knew were germanic and had jokes about older relatives making yiddish expressions, so I might have just not been paying attention closely enough to pick up the difference. alternately the kids I knew didn’t learn much yiddish outside of the oy vey tier, and did have to go to hebrew school.

The secret to good matzah is to tell the “egg matzah is ~only for invalids~” rabbis to go fuck themselves. Egg matzah is pretty good.

(And yeah, we use surprisingly little Yiddish (and correspondingly more Hebrew) in my family. I remember having a joke fly over my head as a pre-teen because I didn’t know what a yarmulke was: we always called them kippot. (singular kippah)

And all those times on Wikipedia where I was reading about genetic disorders and Ashkenazim were more prone to damn near everything, and I was just kind of like “huh, sucks to be them”, and then when I was about seventeen I found out *I* was Ashkenazic.

(Only half-Ashkenazic, though, so I guess that dilutes the inbreeding. And most of the really terrible ones are things I would have noticed by now.))


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villainny:

Spirit had been named for the wreckage on the red planet, the first indication that this system had once held intelligent life. Her mother had held her in her arms, brushed back the wisps of dark hair and told her she would be wise and brave and strong like the AIs that had volunteered to explore beyond the limits of their own blue world.

That was before they had had to drop the quotation marks around intelligent, of course. When they thought these ‘forms had evolved beyond the first fumbling grasps at the stars.

But Spirit had grown into and within a fascination with their creations, their history, the strange ways they chose to record themselves. While others combed through their concrete histories, the physical evidence of how they lived and laboured and laughed and loved, Spirit untangled the webs of digital information they had left behind.

It was ugly and beautiful and mostly nonsensical and riddled with painful misinformation that they had only been half aware of. And over and over again there were patterns, things that were carefully placed behind the scenes, only visible to those who would care to look for it.

She pressed her fingertips to her eyes, the light from the flickering screen of the technology she’d jury-rigged to theirs painful in comparison to the holoscreens she’d grown up with.

“I can’t work it out,” she said.

Jax beeped sympathetically.

“It’s in the code, and there must be some point, but it’s – ”

“Useless?” Jax hummed.

“Without function,” Spirit corrected. It felt less dismissive, phrased that way.

“Show me,” Jax said, and Spirit sent over the line that turned up over and over again.

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“Something they needed to remember?” Jax queries, and Spirit purses her mouth, not quite satisfied with that.

“Something they didn’t want to forget,” she says.


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