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I sometimes am asked to explain the behavior of friends’ pets, as I often on the end of joshing about me being a Disney princess, since folks’ animals get glued to me.

A cat of three years residence, the mother was frustrated that only her son was tolerated by the skittish animal. No lap, no pets, just distance. They went out of town for a few days so I was to cat-sit. First night, I sent a picture of the cat in bed with me, not quite touching.

I had done some experiments and the cat just did not like eye contact at all. Additionally, she prefers to be at fingertip distance, if one stretches. I sat in the bed, next to and facing the wall. Ten minutes of headboard staring in, the cat is parked about six inches behind me.

Full Raiders of the Lost Ark mode. After my suggestions, the cat was less distant. Now, when I visit, I put my jacket on the couch about three feet off. Poof, a cat appears on my jacket. I do not acknowledge. Sometimes my hand dangles near the floor and I get a brush-by. That is what she is comfortable with. You have to take them as they come.

All cats are neurotic; each cat is neurotic in its own peculiar way.

This is not a freak out, but instead a calculated move: “Are you in there, Kenton?”

Since his surgery, Keeton has rebuilt his sense of self around observation of human behavior, extraction of patterns into rules, and used those for his Chinese Room. Thus, “Pod Man.” This turned out to be useful in this rapidly evolving society. But Sirasti/Actual Captain need a witness, a human witness, not just a synthesist. The attack collapses Siri’s Chinese Room — the book says as much — and makes him into a Real Boy. Pain, terror, these are experiences, not translations. Like a stellar collapse of a Matryoshka Brain, the dead end black hole of self-referential, all-devouring, navel-gazing consciousness is left behind. Inefficient and alien to most other intelligences, but what is required when you want to launch a pod back to Earth, Siri inside, not Pod Man.

Once you understand who the Captain really was, well, you aren’t looking at Sirasti at all.

It might be fair play, however. If I correctly recall, LessWrong had, for a while, a prominent wiki admin who had been punted from Wikipedia for his frothing npov.

I will throw in an additional factor: any group, community, or segmentation of the general population wherein the participants both tend to have a higher than average intelligence (whatever that means) and whose preoccupation revolves around almost any form of cogitation, consideration, products of human thought ... will invariably get hit with some form of snobbery/envy, even if no explicitly stated intelligence threshold or gatekeeping is present.

Bluntly put, you are not allowed to be even a little smart and not all "aww shucks" about it. It has to be in service of something else like medicine or being a CPA. (Fun fact I found in a statistics course: the average CPA has about five points of IQ on the average doctor.) And it is almost justified, because you are in constant peril of falling down into your own butt until you disappear, but at the same time it keeps a lot of people under the thumb (or heel, pick your oppressive body part) of dumbass managers and idiots who blithely plow forward without a trace of doubt.

Odd. As an undergrad in physics, we had a project for our team which involved percolation theory and "testing" it. So, we had to make differing grids of conductive ink, with a certain number of "links" (resistors, edges in the graph) as missing. Getting even-flowing conductive ink was hard. I wrote all of the software for the XY plotter, pushing out instructions to make rectangular and triangular grids. Then we would measure the resistance from one side to another.

I have a fairly unusual genetic disorder, and quite rare to boot in this particular variant. The gold standard cocktail contains a medication which, while effective in dealing with one facet of the pain, absolutely turns down the dimmer switch on my mind in fairly particular ways. Gait is affected the next day, along with a mild aphasia. During the peak, however, I am dumb as a box of rocks. Math and spatial business seem fine. I can still program, however. Just do not talk to me, as communication is ... troublesome.

I usually skip this portion of the cocktail unless things are particularly bad. The disorder is progressive, so when it comes for my brain, well, that's when things are over. I do not have much going on for me in terms of personal value except for, well, solving problems.

A very close friend of mine has had two hospitalizations for gangrene, and the second one absolutely devastated his cognitive abilities. He has leveled off at about eighty-five percent of where he was before. If he is tired or feeling unwell, verbal perseveration begins.

My mother is fairly well-on in her years. She used to have a tremendous vocabulary, despite her very limited education. Now, she has begun to lose words and I end up "translating" for her because I know what she is getting at. She could do crosswords but refuses to, even the Monday selections, which are typically the easiest. Very recently, she has begun misplacing things. I had my suspicions, and during a routine head, neck, and brain imaging for something else, I checked out the results and, sure enough, some loss of volume in the right hippocampus.

I had to gently chide a surgeon who came out in the middle of a friend's hysterectomy (and bonus ovary removal) to do a kind of "drive by, not expecting any kind of feedback" picture show in the middle for not having a plan on adhesion barriers. He hadn't planned on doing them!

I pointed out her history (or hystery, heh) and the kinda obvious gluey, webby bits in the pictures (they're quite visible once you look at enough of them).

Then I grilled him on which of the then-three brands were on the market and which were had on hand. Dude acted like he was just yanking a bad video card on a Friday afternoon, which I found less than optimal.

I was not surprised when, post-surgery, the rest of the staff attempted to hustle us out the door. I had abort their well-rehearsed ejection procedure to get aftercare instructions ... and to make sure the scripts had already been called in ... and then to get the follow-up appointment cemented and the "oh shit something has gone wrong" post-surgical emergency contact information. I suppose in the future they will have a kind of water slide from the recovery room into the parking lot, and they just will aim for the open passenger-side door.

I am keeping an eye on this thread, as I plan to eventually rip my somewhat large collection, but would prefer to do it just the one time.

Exact Audio Copy, the author seems to have moved on to other interests, which is a shame because I was looking for something compatible with an autoloader. And it looks like dbpoweramp is the only one left in that arena.

I am allllll about the metadata. Also, a thumbnail, synced lyrics if they could be found, custom metadata for hyperlinks back to entries on Discogs and MusicBrainz, perhaps some ReplayGain values in fields on the FLAC, depending on my MP3 processing case ... but I have so many unanswered questions.

Or Poul Anderson's Brainwave (1953), in which the Earth finally leaves a part of the galaxy which inadvertently made thinking hard. And everything with two neurons to rub together gets smarter, not just humans. Essentially, we evolved in what Vinge would later call "The Unthinking Depths" (if memory serves) to deal with the strain.

I used to work mapping in EMS. It is absolutely not that simple, nor will it ever be. Yes, Google was often wrong. Sometimes I would drive out to a street to make sure I had not lost my mind.

Sometimes, the local addressing authority was wrong, and I would have to prove it to them. "But it was checked!" It was checked wrong. Street numbers would be off by thousands. It would take some pointing out of obvious problems in the progression of numbers, plus a plat, plus an email from the building manager to prove to them that I knew what I was talking about.

I was contacted by a woman who kept having drivers for all kinds of services attempt to use her driveway as a street, even if she had a sign up, which she did. Her local municipality was no help. Nobody was. She was irked and frantic, as these trucks would destroy her driveway, lawn, even garden.

Much digging ensued. It turned out that the proximal source of the error was a statewide system, one of many which Google simply hoovers up and digests like a baleen whale siphoning up plankton, then digests and tries to "make work." I got the proximal source to make a correction, which they might publish in another three months. The original source of the error was a long-missing minor street from many decades ago, which I had to find in caches of searches and the like.

It was idle curiosity, but it took me about twenty hours of digging on evenings and weekends.

Address points are easy. Parcels, aka the polygons upon which zero to many address points might rest, are harder. Road networks are terrifically hard. I managed to catalog ten different cases of road discontinuity in the process of trying to find such things in an automatic fashion. And I might not be bright enough to have enumerated them all!

And then we have cases of people who deliberately insist that their address number is "00." As in the first two-thirds of a certain not-so-secret agent's code number. Or imagine the fools who decide to put up a sign at the end of their long driveway and simply declare that it was a road.

Each county has its own addressing standards, and included in each are addresses from the Olden Days, real wild west stuff, which the authorities are just itching to scrape out of their systems once and for all.

Road addressing is Fractally Bad.

I strongly agree. The walrus operator ... argh.

When I code, I try to make everything I write not clever. I am not saving a byte here and there because I am not typing in a program from a magazine in the 1980s (I was there, I am not going back). No code golf. I did my time on the Timex-Sinclair with its miserable two kilobytes of memory and reserved keywords as special-function strokes at a character each.

Each line should do one thing, in general, and it ought to be obvious. Cleverness is held in reserve for when it is truly needed, namely data structures and algorithms.

One of my accomplishments which seems to have mattered only to me is when my apartment-finding/renting system, written entirely in Perl, was transferred into the hands of students, new programming students. Perl is famously "write-once, read-never" and seems to have a culture favoring code golf and executable line noise. Still, the students got back to me and told me how easily-ported everything was, because I had done just one thing per line, avoided $_ and other such shortcuts, and other practices. They were very happy to take it over because I had avoided being cryptic and terse.

How quickly we forget "Dear Colleague."

Indeed. I started off making a general "land" for the small city a friend is working up for a prospective module of Dungeons and Dragons. I quickly found myself re-adjusting various distances, estimating the impacts of elevation, considering "rain shadows" caused by mountains, coming up with a new scale of "how far can one reasonably ride on horseback per day?" as a kind of measurement, considering climates and microclimates (then making adjustments based on trying to justify what I wanted), looking at historical patterns of settlement growth, checking in on that set of tables of population centers and occupations long ago, and so on.

If you do not consider these things, you get Monster Hotels and general ridiculousness. If it falls too close to reality, it is boring. At the same time, things can be Too Much. So, for my philosophy, you want the mountains to be taller and the valleys to be deeper ... but only sometimes. Spaces to breathe for the beleagured traveler, but then drips and splashes and slashes of Tolkien, The Black Company, and even a little whimsy to break it up.

You are being fazed by two different, annoying things.

Even in physics itself, the word "mass" has multiple contexts (inertial, gravitational, and conversion to energy) in which it is used. Einstein made quite a lot of hay out of relating the three. "Entropy," too, has multiple contexts.

The second thing possibly tripping you up is the tendency for scientific terms to be poorly appropriated into a new context, like "theory." You can fight this but it is a losing battle, so I typically just try to set it aside.

Dumb question, but is every channel "synched" such that, if two different users tune in on Jellyfin, at separate times, they will still see the same thing at (roughly, given latency, et al) the same time?

I was not able to figure this out from the docs thus far.