Kay Ohtie

I’ve cried at my psychologist place multiple times but each time was not because of her. It was welling up of deep, un-addressed feelings, or a sense of relief of some kind, or sometimes pure catharsis.

Sessions were often exhausting but because of being emotionally engaging and being about things that were deeply emotional to me. I apologized several times for becoming overwhelmed, feeling weird as a chubby grown man breaking down, but she always reassured in a way that made me feel safe, un-judged.

Her goal was always to help me work through last traumas and keep improving living on my own. And she helped tremendously.

There’s definitely some crap therapists out there, and some who are great at some things but terrible with others. Then there’s some who have studied thoroughly and keep up-to-date to help people, because even if it’s taxing for them, their passion is in helping people.

Don’t dismiss horror stories or the fear; dismissal isn’t helpful. Guiding instead with positives, with some good to help ease the fears, is far more helpful.

Great job on something like this! I’ll probably give it a whirl soon, I like Nextcloud but find it clunky sometimes because it’s often a bit more than I need. Maybe breaking it up into Immich + this would help! Thank you for sharing your project!

One thing to note, your comparison against Nextcloud has a partially-incorrect point regarding file upload max size. The client does upload chunking, so is unaffected by the Cloudflare issue as well, but I believe the web client is still affected, just not the apps. https://docs.nextcloud.com/server/latest/admin_manual/configuration_files/big_file_upload_configuration.html#adjust-chunk-size-on-nextcloud-side

I suspect a few others may be as well, but I’m only familiar with the Nextcloud one because that’s what I’ve been running, and discovered in making sure I could still upload video files recorded while out and about.

Also love that it looks like a simpler install!

As someone living in a red state, every city here is referred to as a “blue city”, whether people are moving to it or not. State color has shit all to do with it and tends to be how much did we make the assumption land votes.

whether it’s telling the truth

“whether the output is correct or a mishmash”

“Truth” implies understanding that these don’t have, and because of the underlying method the models use to generate plausible-looking responses based on training data, there is no “truth” or “lying” because they don’t actually “know” any of it.

I know this comes off probably as super pedantic, and it definitely is at least a little pedantic, but the anthropomorphism shown towards these things is half the reason they’re trusted.

That and how much ChatGPT flatters people.

I could just remap in the emulator too, just hadn’t felt up to such.

That’s how you can tell if someone is into latex (kink), they don’t feel comfortable calling LaTeX (tech) by the same pronunciation around people.

Python is compiled at “runtime” to a similar OS+arch byte-code minus ELF headers that Linux binaries typically have from gcc.

My point was it’s a stupid distinction and worthless when the other points about poor implementations of common language frameworks are plenty on their own is all, and it’s needlessly snobbish.

As far as class variable reference however I wish more languages self-referenced. In my eyes it makes it far clearer at a given line of code glance as to where the hell a value came from as opposed to just by name. I feel a keyword like self::variableName, or maybe more aptly &self as a pointer to reference in C++ would be very clear, like Rust does, which is very much, by the original definition, a programming language instead of scripting. Even Java, which is definitely not a scripting language though is still run inside a virtual machine, uses this. I don’t personally like the term versus self, but eh.

Though if you want a hammer in a screw-driven world look no further than Electron. I think it puts anyone else’s even purposeful attempts at such to shame.

C/C++ are just scripting languages that have to become OS+arch -specific byte-code before execution.

Wait there’s a “that”???

Same. Not married, but my partner always had to put in earplugs when I slept with them because I snored so loud, and they were always silent with their CPAP, which was oddly soothing of a sound. Finally got diagnosed after my doctor AND partner both pressured me to. I sleep fairly soundly most nights now. Even got a new mask type yesterday, a minimal contact full face, and I love it. Just gotta adjust my mustache maintenance routine which…to be fair it was already in dire need of, being bushy and rough and uncomfortable, and that upper edge pushing the hairs right back into my face made that all the more obvious. Oof.

I love the feeling of neurons rewiring to form a new pathway of understanding. Or whatever the hell it is. At 38, it’s a pleasure finding I can still learn and build new skills.

Playing Beat Saber and hitting a plateau only to find my focus starts to evaporate over the course of a hard track as I find that flow, that path to just being in it, each skill plateau merely being temporary, is great. Playing guitar and slowly starting to wire my brain for the pathway for barre chords and faster movement along the frets is a crazy feeling. That sense of finally finding the pathways for singing to operate even SLIGHTLY separately from the rhythm of the guitar, those glimpses of polyrhythm? Addicting.

If you’re able, I hope you can teach him to find that pleasure of not mastery, but evolving strengths. Maybe it’s like an RPG where skills can be leveled up over time the more you use them. I know all too well the frustration of imperfection to start, ADHD during the 90s and the whole “perfect student” pressure created a lot I had to undo and still am, but each time I can break free of that it’s rewarding.

It’s processing data alright, it processes the atomic and cellular structures of grass and fingers into spinach and flesh paste.

And likewise, neither it, nor any LLM, are making decisions at all.

Is a plinko disc making decisions as it tumbles from the top to the bottom through all those pegs? Is the board making the decision? Or is it neither and simply mathematics plus random chance being roped in for randomness? That is exactly what LLMs do.

Terms like “decision” and “lie” and “know” are all things that just do not apply to an LLM, just like your phone keyboard doesn’t know what the fuck “what” and “the” are, it just has a lookup table that includes how “what” is often followed by “is” and “the”, and “the” is frequently followed by “fuck”. But it doesn’t “know” that in any meaning of the word “know”.

This is what we mean when we say not to personify. A training set of data, even factual, just is converted into a series of matrices of vectors that include those patterns, but not the information itself. “Sky is blue” is not something you can grep from the resulting blob, nor the hex equivalent, or anything else. It simply contains indexed patterns that map those arrangements of letters, over and over.

So yes, they’re doing what they’re programmed to do precisely. It’s just that “what they’re programmed to do” is only “mimic patterns of word arrangements”, and not “know facts”. These things work at a far lower level than that concept.

By this logic, a lawnmower “thinks” my fingers are grass.

A local friend has the casein allergy. It sucks, cause there’s a lot of baked goods and food in general she can’t have. I struggle sometimes in baking becaus even butter contains it, and plant butters never quite perfectly match with real butter.

At least plant-based heavy cream works well enough. Lacks the dairy taste but it still works and whips nicely even in a cream whipper.

So when I make strawberry cake or strawberry cheesecake I take like a pound of strawberries and cook it down into a thick paste that then is folded into the batter.

I can’t tell if OP made cubes out of that paste, which is already bitingly sour from the natural acids in strawberries being so concentrated, or just made jello with strawberry mush and lime juice.

I find myself having to use my Switch pro controller when playing Wii U games on PC, because if I use my Xbox controller I get fucked up on button locations. But somehow holding the slightly different controller shape and button size makes my muscle memory switch for it cleanly.

I liked the series until the point OP is at. The third book was okay but I just could not like Raul Endymion no matter what.

The ending fourth of Rise felt like Disney wrote it. “Oh but you see it’s bittersweet and–” okay but ::: spoiler plot spoilage Anea fucking died and now she’s back in Disney “everything’s okay!” fashion for like 2 years or whatever, yeah she’ll be gone but the book doesn’t bother making even an ounce of progress towards that happening. “And Earth is back, and no one is allowed to visit it while it’s just you and I and then and then and then”. It’s like a fucking 8 year old wrote the ending. :::

But that still requires intent, because “knowing” in the way that you or I “know” things is fundamentally different from it only having a pattern matching vector that includes truthful arrangements of words. It doesn’t know “sky is blue”. It simply contains indices that frequently arrange the words “sky is blue”.

Research papers that overlook this are still personifying a series of mathematical matrices as if it actually knows any concepts.

That’s what the person you’re replying to means. These machines don’t know goddamn anything.

“Without user consent” is a load of crap.

Honestly the scale makes me wonder how much is because it’s fucking AI bots.

Try going to an Aldi checkout line.

I’m far happier waiting in line with how absurdly fast they train and empower their cashiers to be then I ever have been at Kroger or Walmart. By now all the cashiers recognize me too because they’re paid well enough to reduce churn like that, and I don’t even get ID checked for alcohol most of the time.

It’s a breath of fresh air after being forced to wait in line for self checkout at any store where everyone is slow. Even myself, and even you, because the machines don’t let you go fast because they don’t trust you or I. It just feels faster because you’re doing something the whole time.