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Cake day: August 29th, 2024

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  • The enshittification of all social media and online services in general has been driving me continuously more towards downgrading devices, low tech solutions, and non-computer-based hobbies and interests, and I am at this point increasingly optimistic about it. I spend more time gardening now, and doing sports, and not looking at my cellphone in the middle of a date but just enjoying the quite moments. I get entertainment recommendations from human beings more than algorithms. I’m like yes please, keep making it worse, add more ads, more slop. Go on nerds, ruin search bars harder. Help me quit my addiction.

    Like I wanted to know about some martial arts club that only has online information on facebook, because websites are dead (no, websites were murdered); so I made a throwaway account; facebook rejected my chosen username because it “mixes characters from different alphabets” (one small but unsung injustice of the modern Internet is increasing marginalisation of multilingualism); I put in an ethnically pure, non-race-treasonous username all in a single script; facebook then told me that my account would be verified with a selfie video, it’s easy…

    So I closed the tab, thankful to Facebook for saving me from Facebook. I learned more about the martial arts club by showing up for a test training and checking the vibes, which tells me more about it than any online presence ever could and also gets me out of the house, breathing some crispy-chill autumn air, amongst fallen leaves.

    I don’t know what is everyone’s red line but for me, I’ll never make an account that requires a government ID, a video selfie, or a facial photo. The way this exiles me from more and more online silos is doing wonders to help me stop my decades of being too online, to recover my ability to read paper books. I had missed being a bookworm so much. I had switched from Emacs org-mode and electronic tools to paper-based bullet journaling long ago, to great success. Now I’m banned from every single dating app due to my radical and unreasable posture of not wanting to expose my face (indexable by location (as a trans woman antifa activist latina immigrant (in this economy))). The only dating app that still accepts me is Lex, and ain’t nobody uses Lex. As a result I now find new dates through offline means, which mostly means queer parties, or metamours refereed to me by women I’m dating. Both user interfaces are significantly more satisfying than even pre-enshittification OkCupid.

    I’ve downgraded my smartphone to a Fairphone 2 from 10 years ago. It’s sufficient to run the transport and authentication apps that modern life requires, or to DM my family on Matrix, but it’s slow and small and the battery runs out too fast to use for distraction. As a result my weekend trips became much more interesting, contemplative, I notice more things and the time lasts longer. I’m using more retro- or purpose-specific devices, like the ebook reader and a cheap MP3 player. But I’ve also taken to doing embroidery on trains and waiting rooms, or just people-watching and thinking. A year ago I couldn’t do anything without having a podcast or playlist shuffle on the background. Somehow the simple act of being less online also made it more comfortable for me to not have so much stimulation all the time. It might be placebo or self-image or something, I don’t care, my quality of life has increased.

    All of this tech was cursed anyway, we should never have quietly accepted and normalised that everything is made by coltan mine slaves and 996 suicidal workers, we should never have accepted everything made of plastic and toxic metals dumped unceremoniously into the soil life by the tons every day due to planned obsolescence or just to inflate prices, we should never have accepted startup culture and obscenely thieving celebrity CEOs hoarding all the wealth while mechanical turk and AI taggers in Third World countries pour their blood onto the machine for pennies, we should never have continued to fund Big Tech, and increasingly open source projects for that matter, after they got in bed with governments doing literal genocides. It is an abomination that my kids in an European public school are required to used Microsoft Teams accounts on government-provided Apple iPads. I hope this whole industry crashes like nothing else crashed before, and in the meantime I hope Big Tech hubris prevents them from seeing they’re driving everyone away from the plugged lifestyle they designed.


  • I just got a cheap-ass Sandisk MP3 player, as part of my efforts to both stop streaming and stop depending on a phone so much when I’m outside. It has an audiobook function which didn’t work but after a firmware update it does, mostly. It’s not a good device by any stretch but it cost me 20€ and I consume a lot of audiobooks, and it’s extremely calming to not be exposed to a smartphone when I read.

    On the music side of things the biggest change wasn’t so much the devices but getting more into bandcamp, with a healthy supplementation of stuff downloaded from soulseek, torrents, and on a pinch, youtube. I make wishlists of small bands I like and buy full albums on bandcamp friday. Listening to these offline made me able to listen to entire albums again, like in the physical media days, which again I find to be incredibly calming compared to hopping between the same favourites on shuffle.

    Spotify actually helped me discover music, both through user-created playlists and algorithmic suggestions. I hear it’s all full of “AI”-generated music and lists, though, and I found a much more powerful algorithm to discover music, called “asking people”.




  • Dunno I just enjoyed the fuck out of “Landlocked in Foreign Skin”, like it’s been a long time since I pause my life to devour a book in one sitting like this, and given that Drew Huff writes from Seattle I’m thinking they’re a USian? And I was really engrossed by Arkady Martine’s A Memory Called Empire which resonated a lot with my experiences as a Third World immigrant, with a certain honesty in portrayal of what it feels like to admire “culture” at a distance from a colony that I seldomly see (I’m on book #2 currently). I’m more of a fantasy reader, but Octavia Butler and Le Guin’s sci-fi were absolutely formative to me, and if you ask me one modern sci-fi series I liked besides those mentioned so far, I’d probably say Wayfarers or Monk & Robot. Plenty of good SF authors from the USA whose politics are more or less the opposite of what you describe.

    The trick is I read books by queer folk, women and PoC almost exclusively. Absolutely don’t regret it, all the fun stuff is there in the margins.



  • The problem with calling imaginary entities by “funny wordplay” on the slurs used against Black people and Mexicans isn’t the imaginary entities, is that you imply that Black people and Mexicans are something negative to be compared to. It implies that racial slurs are so trifling and inconsequential that it’s appropriate subject matter for puns; it implies racial slurs are not an act of targeted oppression.

    That’s literally the opposite of calling nazis nazis. Personally I deal with nazis through the use of direct violence. The world deals with Black people and immigrants through systemic violence. There’s a process by which people get convinced that it is ok that Black people get targeted by police, and that process begins with hegemonic normalisation of supremacist values—it beings with words, with implications. Just like, for example, the process by which it becomes OK to discard the lives of disabled people begins with language that insults others based on “intelligence”.

    It is contemptible to be a fascist; it is not contemptible to be a wetback. Therefore it is a good thing to insult the machines by comparing them to 1984 versificators; it is a bad thing to insult the machines by comparing them to Mexicans. The direction you insult towards matters, just like there’s a difference between violence done by the oppressor and violence done to the oppressor.




  • I’ve often called slop “signal-shaped noise”. I think the damage already done by slop pissed all over the reservoirs of knowledge, art and culture is irreversible and long-lasting. This is the only thing generative “AI” is good at, making spam that’s hard to detect.

    It occurs to me that one way to frame this technology is as a precise inversion of Bayesian spam filters for email; no more and no less. I remember how it was a small revolution, in the arms race against spammers, when statistical methods came up; everywhere we took of the load of straining SpamAssassin with rspamd (in the years before gmail devoured us all). I would argue “A Plan for Spam” launched Paul Graham’s notoriety, much more than the Lisp web stores he was so proud of. Filtering emails by keywords was not being enough, and now you could train your computer to gradually recognise emails that looked off, for whatever definition of “off” worked for your specific inbox.

    Now we have the richest people building the most expensive, energy-intensive superclusters to use the same statistical methods the other way around, to generate spam that looks like not-spam, and is therefore immune to all filtering strategies we had developed. That same blob-like malleability of spam filters makes the new spam generators able to fit their output to whatever niche they want to pollute; the noise can be shaped like any signal.

    I wonder what PG is saying about gen-“AI” these days? let’s check:

    “AI is the exact opposite of a solution in search of a problem,” he wrote on X. “It’s the solution to far more problems than its developers even knew existed … AI is turning out to be the missing piece in a large number of important, almost-completed puzzles.”
    He shared no examples, but […]

    Who would have thought that A Plan for Spam was, all along, a plan for spam.






  • Yeah I’m not thrilled to get that particular type of attention but I knew the risks when I clicked “publish” on that particular topic.

    Clicked the link out of curiosity, saw that the top comment was some soothing rationale on how it’s not unethical to force 3rd world people to clean up after you (under the threat of starvation on the streets) as long as you say good evening to them that makes you a nice guy, then closed the tab again. My weekend is better off not reading the orange site, but even though I wasn’t aiming for a particularly literary or poetic form in this piece, it’s still a type of validation to know that Scott Alexander readers can’t parse my essay style.






  • Please let me commiserate my miserable misery, Awful dot Systems. So the other day I was flirting with this person—leftie, queer, sexy terrorist vibes, just my type—and asked if they had any plans for the weekend, and they said like, “will be stuck in the lab trying to finish a report lol”. They are an academic in an area related to biomedicine, I don’t want to get more specific than that. Wanting to be there for emotional support I invited them to talk about their research if they wanted to. The person said,

    “Oh I am paying for MULTIPLE CHATGPT ACCOUNTS that I’m using to handle the”, I swear to Gods I’m not making this up, “MATHLAB CODE, but I keep getting basic errors, like wrong variable names stuff like that, so I have to do a lot of editing and…”. Desperate emphases mine.

    And at this point I was literally speechless. I was having flashbacks of back in 2016 when it was this huge scandal that 1 in 5 papers in genetics had data errors because they used Microsoft Excel and it would ‘smartly’ mangle tokens like SEPT2 into a date-time cell. The field has since evolved, of course (=they threw in the towel and renamed the gene to SEPTIN2, and similarly for other tokens that Excel gets too smart about). I was having ominous visions of what the entirety body of published scientific data is about to become.

    I considered how otherwise cool this person was and whether I should start a gentle argument, but all I could say was “haha yeah, mathlab is hard”.

    I feel like a complete and utter blowhard saying this, but now that I told you the story I have no other choice but to blurt it out: I am no longer flirting with this person.