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You know how corn was selectively bred out of grasses, and bananas used to have tons of rocky seeds, and avocados used to be like 90% pit, and watermelons once looked
like this?
I think we should breed the pits out of mangoes
#also when discussing tropical fruits if you don’t live in a tropical place remember that the fruits you can buy are available to you#after long long transports meaning that whatever is available is dictated by why what’s transportable
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You know how corn was selectively bred out of grasses, and bananas used to have tons of rocky seeds, and avocados used to be like 90% pit, and watermelons once looked
like this?
I think we should breed the pits out of mangoes
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I just started grad school this fall after a few years away from school and man I did not realize how dire the AI/LLM situation is in universities now. In the past few weeks:
I chatted with a classmate about how it was going to be a tight timeline on a project for a programming class. He responded "Yeah, at least if we run short on time, we can just ask chatGPT to finish it for us"
One of my professors pulled up chatGPT on the screen to show us how it can sometimes do our homework problems for us and showed how she thanks it after asking it questions "in case it takes over some day."
I asked one of my TAs in a math class to explain how a piece of code he had written worked in an assignment. He looked at it for about 15 seconds then went "I don't know, ask chatGPT"
A student in my math group insisted he was right on an answer to a problem. When I asked where he got that info, he sent me a screenshot of Google gemini giving just blatantly wrong info. He still insisted he was right when I pointed this out and refused to click into any of the actual web pages.
A different student in my math class told me he pays $20 per month for the "computational" version of chatGPT, which he uses for all of his classes and PhD research. The computational version is worth it, he says, because it is wrong "less often". He uses chatGPT for all his homework and can't figure out why he's struggling on exams.
There's a lot more, but it's really making me feel crazy. Even if it was right 100% of the time, why are you paying thousands of dollars to go to school and learn if you're just going to plug everything into a computer whenever you're asked to think??
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if theres anything you want crushed and ruined just let me know
ill put it in my mangle
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Jack Harlow looks like if they power washed Post Malone
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My douchey coworker started a story by being like, “You know Mr. Beast?”
And honest to god, I don’t, but I suspect if this coworker likes him then I wouldn’t care for him. I had the unparalleled pleasure of going, “The moldy cheese guy?”
That was the only thing I knew associated with the name.
Fully derailed him. He was absolutely baffled and stopped to google the moldy cheese scandal. So thank you tumblr, for sharing about the moldy cheese so I didn’t have to listen to that anecdote.
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Green Scared?
Some Lessons from the FBI Crackdown on Eco-Activists, 2023
For years, the FBI targeted ecological activists as their #1 priority. This is one of the chief reasons environmental devastation has continued unchecked.
At the end of 2005, the FBI opened a new phase of its assault on earth and animal liberation movements — known as the Green Scare — with the arrests and indictments of a large number of activists. This offensive, which they dubbed Operation Backfire, was intended to obtain convictions for many of the unsolved Earth Liberation Front arsons of the preceding ten years — but more so, to have a chilling effect on all ecological direct action.
In this analysis, originally published in Rolling Thunder in 2008, we review everything we can learn from the Operation Backfire cases, with the intention of passing on the lessons for the next generation of environmental activists.
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Pour one out for my town’s first stone carvers circa 1648, who didn't know what the fuck a griffin was, but did their best when reproducing this dude's coat of arms with only his silverware as a guide.
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Women want one thing and it's quite obvious, A large affordable interconnected North American Rail Network
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It was a sunny morning and I went to the lake to see the bright autumn colours, but as I got near I entered a wall of fog so thick it felt like I was driving off the edge of the world into nothingness.
At the lake there were no colours at all, no shapes either, only pure introspective silence, so instead of walking I just sat here.
After you've looked at fog long enough seeing objects feels oddly demanding, like something you're actively doing. The fog dissipated slowly and reluctantly so at first some colours and shapes would appear, surrounded by misty emptiness. I felt a bit like a plant being offered a glimpse into animal consciousness, to see what the fuss is about.
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let me tell you driving from Ohio to Washington in a SmartCar with everything I owned was funny enough on its own but once I got west of the Rockies, every. single. time. I stopped ar a gas station, random dads would just spawn beside my car. like there was some sort of dad portal following me. and they’d see my ohio plates and go, “did you DRIVE through the mountains in that?” and every. single. time. I’d go, “well, they didn’t airlift me!”
it killed. it absolutely cleared ever time. never failed to make the dads laugh. they were obsessed. i said it the same every time. it was like I was in a groundhog day timeloop on interstate 70 westbound gas stations. and you know what? I was happy.
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