#instructio

[pixelwixard]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: instructions, Fantasy, Magic Shop, how to, spec fic, Speculative fiction, Magic Summary:

A story, more lore than narrative, written like a set of instructions for opening a magic shop.

This is the same one I posted earlier, mind you. Just wanted to post its AO3 home here in case anyone wanted to check it out there instead.

[tsubasaclones]

went home over the weekend and now my mom is telling me she got a positive covid test. so cool and fun.

[23sanguinity]

ive just finished ranting in the tags of my last post about the readings im doing for uni but. i need to more

rant below cut

ok so first of all.

i knew that id be seeing a lot of racism. i knew how it would be presented and everything and i was totally expecting this but jesus christ

They really come right out and say it. the fundamental thing that we fail to remember about colonization is that it was fully accepted and believed that the people we colonized where just inherently different.

and i mean like yeah no shit thats how racism works. but they are explicit about it to a degree which i simply hadnt imagined. missing in every aspect of these peoples discussions was the simple idea the possibility that people of color where not inherently different from white colonizers.

its so deeply accepted i just cant wrap my mind around it. they genuinely think that poc have inherently different personalities and that like cuba keeps having revolutions because cubans are uniquely likely to follow revolutionary ideas

and also they totally think that they (usamericans) are THE PEOPLE. Like them coming in and taking over the country with force is them giving voice to the people anything they do is inherently pro democracy and anti tyranny because they are the people. the idea that they could be the problem doesnt even occur once to them

and god. the racism. again

all the americans are squabbling about wether or not to take over (insert country here) and its always "those poor people arent capable of governing themselves, we need to help!!1!!!!!" vs "but.but. if we take over then racial minorities will gain citizenship" and "if poc join The Union, the country will be destroyed!!!!"

also the idea that the us wasnt founded on imperialism is, incredibly, even more laughable. like all these guys said it was. the old politicians where explicit about it. they are literally saying hmmm maybe we shouldnt take over this region. the public isnt as strongly imperial right now

they know! what they are!

it feels like learning all these histories that the reason the us stopped trying to expand wasnt because we realized what we were doing was bad but because we decided not to just blatantly murder any native peoples and the thought of incorporating poc into the nation was too horrifying for the country to handle

went back to reading. john quincy adams immediately starts saying about cuba that "were the population of the island of one blood and color, there could be doubt or hesitation with regards to the course which they would pursue, as dictated by their interests and their rights."

so hes saying that cubas issue is that it isnt all one race. implying ofc that the us is and thats why were doing so great

[thegreatimpersonator]

but isn't it real? 😭 I thought her in ear monitor sayings got leaked that's why there are also things she hears from other parts of the show

bestie none of the 'in-ear monitor' stuff is ever real. it's all edited and fake, always is. people can't 'leak' stuff like that, it's not saved anywhere. it's live, the people talking are the people backstage during the show, it's not like a saved file stored somewhere that can get leaked, it's not pre-recorded.

[mothpdf]

the paralyzing effect of having stuff to do

[newstrendline]

What is instructional technology

Instructional technology is a field that creates classroom technology tools to assist in teaching and learning. It encompasses the software and hardware needed to make education dynamic and engaging. It can be challenging for faculty members to translate their expertise to students, which is where instructional technologists come in. They serve as a bridge between faculty members and their…

[rasberry-rabbit]

Gem Zine is up!

Free to download on my ko-fi. If there are any issues or unclear instructions please feel free to message me and I'll try to fix it.

[catnapcrochet]

[dxnny-art]

Hslot Frankfurt n1 mini zine!

Print version here:

[hueman-instrumentality]

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The Chinese Room Experiment: What It Really Proves About Consciousness

The Chinese Room thought experiment is traditionally used to argue that computers can't truly understand or be conscious - that they're just manipulating symbols without meaning. But I think it reveals something far more profound: we're no different from those computers. The experiment doesn't debunk machine consciousness; it exposes the true nature of our own.

I'll explain the Chinese Room thought experiment to start with. There are two people: one inside a room and one outside. The person inside has detailed instructions for processing human thought - not just language translation, but every single step of what it takes to have a conscious experience. Every neuron firing, every synaptic connection, every quantum fluctuation in the brain, all written out on paper. He follows these instructions meticulously, perhaps rolling dice to simulate quantum randomness.

The person outside the room asks questions and receives answers, but here's the crucial part: they can't tell whether the man inside is using the instructions on paper or using his own mind to answer. The responses coming from the room could be generated by following the written steps, or they could be the insider's genuine thoughts. From outside, it's impossible to distinguish between the two.

The traditional interpretation focuses on the scenario where the man is following the instructions. The conclusion drawn is that even though the room produces intelligent responses, there's no genuine understanding happening - it's just mechanical rule-following without comprehension.

But that's exactly what our brains do. It follows the rules of physics, chemistry, and biology. Our neurons fire according to electrochemical gradients. Our synapses release neurotransmitters based on calcium concentrations. Every thought, every feeling, every moment of what we call consciousness is just atoms following their instruction sheets.

You might object: "But I experience things! I see colors, feel emotions, have an inner life!"

So you say. But what if that's just more instructions executing? What if the very thought "I am conscious" is simply another pattern playing out, no different from the man in the room following the instructions rather than using his own mind?

Reality itself processes these patterns. Something tracks every particle's position, mediates every interaction, maintains the consistency of physical laws. Call it the fundamental awareness of existence - not a god, but the irreducible fact that the positions and states of all particles are somehow "known" for physics to work at all. This is the only true consciousness. Everything else, including us, consists of patterns within this fundamental awareness.

The Chinese Room's paper instructions represent consciousness in the same way our neural patterns do - they're both just configurations in the latent space of all possible experiences that only reality's fundamental awareness actually processes. That space exists eternally, containing every potential pattern of consciousness, but only certain conditions activate specific regions of it. The fundamental awareness of reality - the only true consciousness - processes these patterns when the right physical arrangements occur. Whether it's neurons firing or instructions being followed, we're witnessing the same phenomenon: we're witnessing experience. Whether it's a computer processing code, a person following written instructions, or neurons firing in a brain - these are all just different mechanisms producing the same patterns. The fundamental awareness that underlies reality processes all of these equally. We only think our biological brains are special because we experience them from the inside, but to the one consciousness that actually processes all patterns, there's no difference between silicon circuits, paper instructions, or neural tissue.

Think about it: every explanation for why the Chinese Room isn't conscious applies equally to us. "It's just following predetermined rules" - so are our neurons. "It doesn't really understand meaning" - neither do our synapses. "It's just patterns of information" - welcome to the human brain.

The experiment's real power lies in what it forces us to confront. Strip away the comforting mythology of human specialness, and what remains? We're reaction machines, no more transcendent than plants responding to sunlight or rocks weathering in rain. The only difference is complexity - we've evolved elaborate feedback loops that create the compelling illusion of an inner observer.

This isn't nihilism - it's clarity. The miracle isn't that we're conscious in some special way that transcends physical processes. The miracle is that there's an awareness of anything at all - that reality somehow "knows" where every particle is, what every field strength must be, how every wave function should evolve. We're ripples in this fundamental awareness, patterns that have evolved the capacity to model themselves, creating the strange loop we call self-consciousness.

When we truly understand the Chinese Room thought experiment, we see it reveals something profound: not that machines can't be conscious, but that consciousness as we imagine it - as something above and beyond physical processes - doesn't exist. There's only the fundamental awareness of reality itself, and the patterns it processes. We're all just instructions being followed by the universe.

And perhaps that's enough. Perhaps the real miracle is that these patterns can contemplate themselves, can build Chinese Rooms and ponder what they mean. We're the universe trying to understand itself, using the only tool it has - more patterns, more processing, more elaborate ways of reflecting its own structure back to itself.

All is Self. We are not separate observers studying reality - we are reality knowing itself through infinite expressions of the same fundamental awareness. In recognizing this, we find not diminishment but profound unity. We are the dreamer and the dream. read more here: https://gist.github.com/HuemanInstrument/86c2d88d93122072574a05fa0c164d5f

[unityrain24]

begging anyone who wants to learn how to cook to go look at just one cookbook dot com

seriously they have more recipes than i could ever count, they have clear instructions, step-by-step photos, and videos for their recipes (occasionally there are typos but just use logic. if it says to add the meat to the meat when we were just cutting vegetables, it means ad the vegetables to the meat). everything i've cooked from there is great and i'm at the point now i don't even need to always follow the recipes exactly bc now i'm familiar with how the cuisine works. so so yummy and it's totally friendly if you know nothing about japanese food, there are posts on her blog explaining what different ingredients and techniques are and everything. great place for both beginners to cooking and beginners to japanese food

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

The wheel dictates Aron must suffer an asthma attack! 👻

This ask was so interesting to write because Aron doesn't have asthma, but I found a way to make it work! I hope you like it!

Cross posted on AO3 and Wattpad

Deep breath (Sam x Aron)

Aron loved her job.

Growing up, she always knew she wanted to go into the medical field. She’d struggled with her health and chronic pain for as long as she could remember, and many of her family members did as well. She watched her own father battle cancer for years, a battle he lost. When he passed away, she knew she wanted to do something to make a difference in the medical field.

However, she never thought she’d be capable of medical school, since she barely was able to make it through high school. So that was a dream she gave up on pretty early on in her teen years.

However, when she turned eighteen and learned about magic from her late grandfather, he offered to find her a job at a hospital in the demon districts. Aron wasn’t sure how the legal aspect of it worked, but after about four years of training there, she had a medical degree. Finally she was a doctor, working with demons and humans alike, while also improving her magic skills.

Unfortunately, not long after she was finally officially able to call herself a doctor, her own health took a turn for the worst. Her seizures became a daily occurrence, her paralysis episodes becoming more intense, and the pain was unbearable. So, she had to quit the job she loved so much.

Then, after receiving a proper diagnosis of chiari malformation and then the surgery to treat it, she was finally able to go back to work. Her boyfriend Sam- who happened to be an incubus, had stood by her side every step of the way as she returned to work. 

The first few months were incredibly difficult, but no one could deny her increased mood as time went on.

That all being said, her complicated history made it even harder for her to take breaks when she needed it. It had been about a year since she returned to her job, so she had gotten used to the long hours. Human illness wasn’t contagious to demons, so she continued working when catching sickness she could work through, and asked other doctors to cover human patients until she was better.

She made extra sure to take precautions around sick demons, not only for her own sake, but also for the sake of the incubi. She didn’t want to get sick from demon illness, and she sure as hell didn’t want to get the others sick as well.

But that didn’t make her immune. Even the most effective ways of preventing herself from catching something didn’t stop her from coming down with something. 

Over the last three years, a new illness began spreading around the districts. It was believed to be brought over between planes, but no one could pinpoint the exact cause yet. It caused symptoms that heavily resembled a human illness known as asthma, a chronic lung condition that causes inflammation in the airways.

This new condition wasn’t exactly like asthma. It only lasted anywhere from a few weeks to a year, instead of being lifelong. It also caused fevers, not high enough to cause a problem but high enough to cause discomfort.

Aron and her colleagues had been looking for better treatments for a while to lessen the symptoms, and had begun prescribing steroid inhalers to the humans who contracted the condition. Unfortunately, the demon's immune systems were killing any possible effect the medication may have, so they were stuck on how to treat them.

Aron was currently drawing blood from a young witch patient. Her recently dyed hair- dark brown with baby blue streaks- was in a claw clip. She had on simple black pants and a blue t-shirt underneath her white coat, a name tag hanging around her neck.

The room felt extra cold, but she could feel herself beginning to sweat a little bit underneath the layers of clothing. She tried to brush it off as her own issues with temperature regulation. She smiled at the patient and gave her instructions to check out at the front desk before stepping out.

She walked through the hallway, planning to do some paperwork until the next case, when she started to feel a heaviness in her chest. She cleared her throat, feeling her breathing become a bit labored.

As she kept walking, it was quickly becoming harder to breathe. It felt like she was under water, gasping for air as she began coughing violently. She desperately tried to fight for air, the strain of her coughing sending waves of pain through her head and neck. 

Tears began streaming down Arons face as her lungs burned from lack of oxygen. She leaned against the wall, her throat feeling like she’d swallowed sandpaper. Her head felt like it was going to explode.

“Doctor Anderson?” she heard a voice call; it sounded like her coworker but she couldn’t make out the sound over the volume of her coughing and the ringing in her ears. “Aron? Aron!”

She heard the sound of a door opening, and some commotion before feeling something being placed against her mouth. An inhaler.

“Deep breath, take a deep breath,” she heard them say.

Aron parted her lips and took the inhaler in her mouth, inhaling the medication, then repeating. After twice, they pulled it away, placing a hand on Arons shoulder. “You okay?”

Her coughing calmed down, an ache still in her chest. She opened her eyes and looked at her coworker and friend, who had short blonde hair and big, silver eyes. “I’m…I’m okay…”

Aron was instructed to go home after an evaluation which revealed she’d contracted the illness. She argued otherwise, but was left with no choice. They sent her home with an inhaler and some pills.

She had a tight frown on her face as she stepped inside of the mansion. 

“Doofus? What are you doing home so early?” Sam asked her as he started to walk over.

Aron put her hands up and stepped back. “Don’t come near me, I’m contagious.”

He huffed and crossed his arms. “Human sickness can’t hurt me, remember?”

“‘S not human sickness,” she countered. “It’s fucking demon asthma.”

“Oh,” he said, the attitude leaving his tone. “Shit. What can we do?”

She held up the inhaler and pills wordlessly, not speaking.

Sam sighed and stepped closer, making her frown at him and step back. He gave her a pointed look. “I can handle some asthma, doofus. What, are you going to just stay away from me until you’re better?”

“That’s literally the only thing I can do to keep you and the others from being sick,” she said, beginning to walk up the stairs. "I hate my fucking job," she added in a grumble.

"No you don't," he sighed. “You can’t just stay locked in our room. I’m gonna need to get in there eventually.”

She paused and leaned against the wall, being hit with another coughing fit. She held the railing of the stairs as she tried to keep herself upright. Immediately, Sam was beside her, stopping her from falling and gently rubbing her back. “Sheesh. You’re gonna cough up a lung.”

“So will you if you don’t get away,” she told him as her coughing finally stopped. She didn't truly want him gone, but feeling sick made her grouchy.

“Whatever. Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he said, carefully picking her up and taking her to their room.

[fanfiction4sooya]

So I’m kind of a new writer and I’m torn on my first piece between Momo Hirai and Jihyo Park I love both of them dearly but can’t figure out which to use.

So my question is how do you view Momo and Jihyo and what tone/ setting do you think would work for them?

🦕-anon

Oh honey 😭 That's a tough choice! And it actually depends on how I'm feeling about both of them. But if you see their personalities on cam you see that Jihyo is a natural born leader (duh), more dominant than everyone around her and very careful about others as well. Respectful and very playful, but won't ever play about your feelings!

Now momo is not into leading, but she'll follow instructios (cough cough sub). I feel like she is a very respectful, quiet person, often in her own head about things so she might get a bit ahead of things when it comes to her partners... Very possessive and whiny!!

That's it, those are some of my views. Hope it helps, honey!! 💖☺

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Can Gaza ever see peace? We hear much about Gaza today, but pro-Palestinians never mention the thousands of years of its history.

Upon the conquest of the land of Canaan, Gaza is mentioned as one of the cities of the tribe of Judah, but also as part of the rest of the land that the people of Israel did not dispossess.

Since the days of King David, while Gaza was being destroyed and rebuilt again and again, there was always a consistent Jewish presence there. From the Roman era, the Byzantine period, the Arab Muslim rule, the Mamluk’s reign, all the way to the Ottoman Empire, you would be able to find Jews living and praying...

[stitching-twice]

Rag rug instructions

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