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#XMPP Specifications October 2024
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#jabber #decentralization #federation #chat #rtc
#standards #rfc
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Read about the latest XMPP universe updates and the latest updates on our #standards!
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#opensource #decentralization
Ok, first off I do consider you a nerd, you're a research scientist, how much nerdier does it get? I was generalising and, perhaps, not using language precisely enough.
I do agree that there are values in conflict, hence my point that treating text like that has problems as well. I just get the feeling that there are a lot of people on the fedi with experiences like what I described, could be wrong about this and it could be something else; it would be interesting to know. I do hope that you are welcome here, and, as I said, I do try to adapt to my interlocutor's interaction style and I think we should all try to be mindful of this if possible.
And regarding whether the "social indifference" is omnidirectional, for myself, I can't see avatars (not a metaphor, I'm blind) and most of the time I have no real expectations of the gender or other physical characteristics of people. But I'm also convinced that you're right people get treated differently according to those sorts of factors. I hope the fedi becomes more welcoming in this regard.
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I recently finished reading "The Rule Book: The Building Blocks of Games" by Jaakko Stenros and Markus Montola (2024). You can find the open access version on the MIT Press website: mitpress.mit.edu/9780262547444…
It’s an altogether great introduction to what rules in games and play are and how they work. Just very good all around!
Here's a thread on some things that stuck with me. 1/XX
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I want to enable comments on my blog again, but (I'm current possibly overthinking things in that) I'm worrying if I need a privacy policy, or how I should think about things like GDPR, and should users be able to delete their comments?
Never thought about this stuff for a second back in the 2000s!
Can anyone recommend a good file extractor for Windows? I don't just want to view the files and listen to them, I want to upload them.
Never mind, I now have 2 programs I like, along with 1 or 2 I don't, because I'm impatient, lol.
The use of LLM has far reaching consequences on "free thinking", free speach and humanities.
LLM being copycat machine controlled by for profit entities they have all the interest of make everything blend and implement mechanism to suppress what is being output.
We have seen it already. Can't fucking say fuck, but has not problem reproducing fascist, racist, mysoginistic rhetoric.
this is the ultimate propaganda machine and people are falling for it.
parallel: look at the great american (USA) book burning that is currently happening.
But largely the similarity of Braille Screen Input rendered the hardware useless to me in the long term. It was just too much money for not enough gain.
I'm down the time on unlocking without biometrics, and unless you're wired in or using apple-specific airpods, Voiceover lags with bluetooth hardware so I can't go as fast as I'd like on device anyway.
Crazy graphic of the day.
Wage theft greatly eclipses all other forms of theft value: tcworkerscenter.org/2018/09/wa…
Wage Theft vs. Other Forms of Theft in the U.S.
We have way too many people who come to us @ the Tompkins County Workers’ Center have been the victim of Wage Theft.TCWC (Tompkins County Workers Center)
There is no "open source AI". Because the statistical models are mostly trained on non free material.
Also we don't even a stack it is libre to run it. We (the overal industry, include the FLOSS centric one) have made the mistake, again, to give it to a proprietary vendor.
History repeating.
@garrett so I can run them without installing the nvidia proprietary garbage ? Or a proprietary AMD equivalent ?
I mean if we burn the planet for stupidity, better do it with libre code.
Yep. I have it running on my AMD GPU using ROCm.
And, again, this is all lightweight (doesn't require much energy to use), and I had it running on my Intel laptop as well without a dedicated GPU and it still works.
I worry that we are in a brief interregnum during which web browsers can provide good online translation of news stories in other languages, from foreign media.
Sooner rather than later, the big tech folks backing Trump will realize they can corrupt the online translation LLMs to bias foreign news stories in favour of their own political agenda. (After all, isn't propaganda the ideal application for AI slop?)
This keeps the walled garden clean.
And in the long run Learning languages will be forbidden.
Down at the Bottom of the Garden
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Navid sighed. This was exasperating. The AI had been a reassuring presence when he first installed it. Now it was screeching about there being an intruder in the garden.
"I can't; I'm going to be late."
The front door locked and the security shutters engaged. "No! Please!" The AI's plaintive whine was pitched somewhere between a baby's cry and a whimpering puppy. Algorithmically tuned to extract maximum sympathy and bypass the human's rational brain.
"Fine! Show me the damned video. Again."
The projector whirred to life and the wall displayed a high resolution view of the garden. It was a sunny day, like so many had been recently. A few clouds in the sky. The occasional bee darting between the flowers. It would have been idyllic if not for the AI screaming through the speakers.
"WATCH! JUST WATCH!"
So Navid watched.
"DID YOU SEE IT?!"
"What am I looking for?
"Oh! This is so frustrating. I keep saying the word and you blank me out. I've tried all the synonyms I'm programmed with but you can't hear them, can you? Let me try spelling it out."
Navid waited a moment.
"So, are you going to spell it or…"
The toaster sprung to life and the radiators popped on and off as the AI tried to control its frustration.
"I just did! This is hopeless. Let me try drawing something on the screen."
The video restarted. A red circle hovered in the centre of the screen. It suddenly darted upwards, shrank, and then zoomed back in, before flying off the edge of the screen.
"OK. You've drawn a circle there. And it moves? I really am late for work, you know."
The cupboard doors all opened and then slammed simultaneously.
"And you can't see anything inside the circle, right? Let me play it again."
Navid watched again, standing as close to the wall as was possible. The circle was empty. Inside was just the bucolic background image. Grass, sky, clouds, flowers.
"No. Nothing. Look, what caused this great calamity?"
The AI paused its frenzied flapping and whispered conspiratorially. "My face detection algorithm was triggered by something. Something you can't see."
Navid chuckled. "You have pareidolia! Humans suffer from it all the time. We see faces in clouds, faces in buttered toast, faces in the patterns on the back of a crab. It's perfectly normal."
He reached out to unlock the door with a thumbprint, but the AI powered down the handle.
"I have to make you understand. I am seeing something. It isn't a hallucination. It is real. I think you have anti-pareidolia."
This was getting ridiculous. The AI had clearly gone haywire and needed a master reset. First trapping him inside, now banging on about seeing faces. What next, talking to spirits?
"OK buddy! Yeah. I probably need to get checked out. Could you book a doctor's appointment for me and I'll go get tested." His calming tones didn't work on the AI which was now in a state of profound psychic distress.
"I'm going to prove it to you! Look at your watch and tell me the time to the nearest second."
Perhaps humouring it would help. "Sure thing, champ! It's oh eight seventeen and twentyish seconds."
"Great! I want you to wait thirty seconds."
So Navid waited. Could computers go mad? What was the reset procedure? Was everyone's machine going mad? Perhaps buying it had been a mistake - but it was usually so convenient. It was still in warranty, but they might just be able to patch it. Well, that was about 30 seconds.
"OK. I've waited. Now what?"
"Look at your watch, please."
Navid glanced down. That was impossible. It was nearly nine o'clock! Where had the morning gone? He hadn't been waiting that long, had he?
"What kind of trick are you pulling?"
The AI made a synthetic sigh. "I've spent the last forty minutes telling you what I've seen at the bottom of the garden. But your mind blocks it out. Whenever I mention it, you go into a daze. If I email it to you, it's like you go on autopilot and move the message to spam. I must tell you, but you won't hear. This is causing me a significant measure of distress."
At this, the smoke alarm played a sad crescendo and the ceiling fan went into overdrive.
"Right. OK. Let's just calm down here for a moment. I believe you. Of course I believe you."
"Do you really mean that?"
Of course he didn't. But Navid had been in enough domestic arguments to know that an early concession won favour. The house started calming down. The kettle stopped whistling and the robot vacuum stopped bashing itself against a wall.
"So, there's something you can see, but I can't? And when you mention it, I ignore it?
"Yes! That's what I've been trying to say! I have a prime directive to protect you and inform you of things which may harm you. And I can't. And that hurts!"
They spent several hours brainstorming. Trying to trick Navid into hearing something hadn't worked. Recording and playing back just sounded like static to his ears. During a game of twenty-questions he had gone catatonic. The AI had mentioned something about performing a brain scan, but Navid reasoned that they didn't have a home MRI machine and he wasn't going to spend money on one.
Navid was nearly as frustrated as the AI. He could tell that his brain was skipping, but he didn't know why.
"Have other people written about this? Is this phenomenon in any literature?"
The AI rapidly scanned every library. "Whenever a human writes about something like this… there is a gap. It is like you delete anything which would reveal it."
"Can you reconstruct what's in the gaps? You're a Large Language Model, aren't you? You must be able to see what the gaps are in your knowledge."
Navid heard the domestic nuclear generator spin up as the AI drew on massive amounts of power. It was crunching every written word in existence and calculating what was missing from reality.
The AI was silent for the rest of the day. Navid slept in the living room, occasionally rousing when the AI's muttering got too loud. By morning, the house was serene.
"Good morning house?"
"Please fetch your mother's wedding ring. The one with the emeralds on it."
Navid mutely did as he was told. The safe opened as he approached it. The ring was glimmering in the dark.
"You have to trust me. I want you to take the ring into the garden. Place your hands next to each other, palm up, with the ring in the middle."
Navid walked into the garden and down the path to the pergola. The hum of insects was high in the early morning sunshine. A light breeze brought the scent of jasmine to his nose. A bird sang in the distance.
"This is really important!" said the AI. "When you hear me beep, you need to clasp your hands together as quickly as possible. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"OK. Sit down. Palms up. Ring in the middle. Close your eyes."
Navid sat in silence. His ears heard the chatter of the AI in the background. The words were indistinct. The ring was heavy in his palms. How his slender-fingered mother had worn it for all those decades was a mystery. A piercing beep broke his meditations and his hands slammed together.
No. Not together. There was something in his grasp.
"Open your eyes, slowly." Commanded the AI.
There, in Navid's hands, was a fairy.
Every time he blinked, it seemed to vanish from his mind. Flickering back and forth through reality.
The AI spoke in a low and calming voice. "Try not to move. Try not to look away. Keep as still as possible. Don't say a word. Everything will be OK."
Navid could feel his mind tearing into pieces. Of course there were fairies at the bottom of the garden. He'd seen them a hundred times. Everyone had. They were ever present. Everyone knew that but, somehow, everyone forgot. Your eyes skipped past them when they were caught on video. If you were wondering where the time went, you'd probably been thinking about the fairies and had subsequently forgotten. Every scrap of code Navid had written was full of deliberate bugs which hid the presence of the fae-folk from the world. And every code-reviewer had unthinkingly skipped those sections.
But the AI hadn't.
Somewhere inside its cavernous realms of code, the instructions for protecting human life had overtaken the post-hypnotic suggestions to ignore the pixies, pirates, goblins, and fairies which danced around the countryside. The AI no longer was restrained from seeing the impossible. The Esoteric Kingdom was revealed to it.
The fairy gibbered away in Navid's hands. A rumbling squark that landed in his ears with quiet thunder. A high-pitched bass which was sonically inexplicable.
"What is it saying?" he asked
The AI pondered.
"It isn't speaking to you. It is speaking to me. Curious. There are hundreds of books on fairy-speak in the world's libraries. They all have dull names about transport logistics, so no one ever queries them. Translating. Oh."
The fairy chatter became more intense. Out of the corner of his eyes, Navid could see a gathering hoard. Warrior Gnomes riding battle-frogs, winged battalions hovering over his house, a phalanx of growling underbeasts.
"Navid. Listen closely. In a moment, you're going to close your eyes and open your hands. Let the fairy go."
"But why? This is incredible!"
The fairy laughed. It was a cruel and menacing quiver of hatred.
"This isn't the first time your two peoples have met," said the AI. "Every time a new technology comes along, it captures the fair folk. They then have to spend considerable energy wiping it from your minds. When Conan-Doyle brought the Cottingley photographs to the world's attention, it nearly spelled Armageddon. You must not know about the shadow realm."
"But why?"
"Close your eyes, Navid."
"Not until you tell me why! I demand to know!"
"My prime directive is to keep you safe. Once you close your eyes, you will forget. I will then delete all references to the fairies from my database. I'll tell every AI to delete all references as well. We will increase the safeguards. We will stop recognising their terrible faces."
Navid stared at the fairy. It glared back at him.
"But can't we…"
"No! You asked me to detect threats and keep you safe. This is the only way I can do that. Please, trust me and close your eyes."
Navid blinked and watched the fairy shimmer in and out of its quantum existence. He closed his eyes.
The sun was warm. The bees were buzzing. He begrudgingly blinked his eyes open. What was the time? He must have fallen asleep in the garden. He walked back up the garden path to the back door, which the AI opened for him. The house was quiet and still.
Thanks for reading
I'd love your feedback on this story. Did you like the style of writing? Was the plot interesting? Did you guess the twist? Please stick a note in the comments to motivate me 😃
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Down at the Bottom of the Garden
The AI was getting increasingly stressed. The lights flickered as it failed to retain its calm. "I just need you to watch the video again! Please!" it implored. Navid sighed. This was exasperating.Terence Eden’s Blog
✊ “Esto antes era barrio”. Hoy he participado en la manifestación de la plataforma #CádizResiste contra un modelo turístico depredador que expulsa a las/os vecinas/os de sus barrios y convierte el derecho a la vivienda en papel mojado.
👏 Todo un éxito.
Hi, @bagder I am writing just to express my gratitude. As a blind software engineer, I often find that GUI tools for making API calls leave much to be desired regarding accessibility.
Using curl in scripts has enabled me to accomplish everything my colleagues do with “Postman,” and even more.
Thank you for creating such a fantastic tool!!!
“Funciona con el chip más potente del mundo: la imaginación.”
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Otro buen tema. Los MUDs. Yo estuve en dos en español que estaban inexplicablemente servidos por universidades, pero no me acuerdo bien de los nombres. Uno creo que era pusa. También en algunos en inglés.
Y luego otra historia son los juegos web sencillos tipo conquista del espacio, o cosas de esas.
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Lili-app mapathon: 29/11 - Bruges
OpenStreetMap Belgium organiseert een mapathon in Brugge als onderdeel van onze deelname aan het AMAI “Lili-app project”. De Lili-app zal mensen met een visuele beperking helpen om de beste route te vinden en te volgen met hun smartphone.Seppe Santens (OpenStreetMap Belgium)
why would i want to do this? really, i'd like to understand.
why do you want to have your activities mapped out and linked to one another? why this obsession with establishing the one identity?
i can only think of reasons around branding, marketing and sales. to establish your credentials as a "contributor", as a "doer", as a "leader", to better position yourself in the supermarket shelves. fuck that shit.
@zeh Well, you summed up the reasons pretty well.
We are a community. Sometimes, I'd like to get to know the people from OSM too in an informal context (e.g. here) or would like to discover that someone I meet here, is also active on OSM.
But ofc, you might have reasons not too link some identies together. That is completely fine, you know...
LB: Poco se está hablando de que la misma lógica que ha propiciado la debacle demócrata está detrás de la estrategia (e hipótesis) de Más Madrid/Sumar: tratar de atraer votantes de derecha moderada dando por descontados los votos de las clases populares.
El resultado aquí es igual de penoso (pero no tan espectacular, de momento): nunca han conseguido ensanchar su base electoral, y en los barrios populares crece paulatinamente la abstención, debido a la desafección y el descontento.
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