Talk on how to search large documents Bloom filters

Bloom filter - Wikipedia

Seems you've got to read a paper to understand hierarchical bloom filters

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Hierarchical Bloom Filter Trees for Approximate Matching

Bytewise approximate matching algorithms have in recent years shown significant promise in de- tecting files that are similar at the byte level. Th...

Stanley Druckenmiller 2023 keynote at USC Marshall

AI coding woes

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7:30 AM, not sleep until is all fixed - rolled all api keys and moved them to environment variables - implemented authentication to api endpoints

Reviews of Three Colours: Blue tend to miss a key part of the film, in my opinion. Julie composes music with her husband, which he takes credit for despite her being the creative driving force behind them. When he dies, they are half way through composing a piece, so Julie feels she must stop writing the piece. But it doesn't work: she is literally haunted by the half-complete composition, and cannot stop new sections coming to mind. Her desire to stop composing is symbolic of her desire to escape her grief, and resolves when she agrees to finish the piece and put her name on it. The interplay between her grief and the unfinished composition is central to understanding the film.

Ukraine conflict summarised in a 5 min video clip

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"There will never be peace in Ukraine. Not in our lifetime." @MikeBenzCyber explains why he believes conflict will continue overseas, even if a pea...

More accurate inflation charts (supposedly)

Truflation

Indexes | Truflation

Truflation: The definitive reference point for real world assets (RWA), indexes, and inflation. Access over 100M+ data points from 60+ data provide...

Firas Zahabi on how to exercise

But simplicity is not so simple to attain. Steve jobs figured out that "you have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple." The Arabs have an expression for trenchant prose: no skill to understand it, mastery to write it - Taleb

64 bytes program competition winner. Scroll down for assembly. Not heard of "sizecoding" before https://demozoo.org/productions/367702/

Not surprised about twitter's grok AI having a security hole (and the doge website). When you prioritise efficiency, it's difficult to distinguish devs who do things right from those that cut corners. In fact, those that cut corners might initially seem better to management. On the other hand, lots of slow devs hide behind "doing things right". There is no easy answer. Pushing for efficiency isn't necessarily wrong - just that it's difficult for management to push in that direction without these kinds of issues. That cost (along with the reputation and likely maintenance cost) might be acceptable given the speed of shipping - although that balance changes significantly if personal/payment data are involved.

Dragonsweeper - minesweeper variant:

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Dragonsweeper by Daniel Benmergui

A roguelike minesweeper adventure

How to bring down a dictatorship

Overview of Trump's first 100 days as president:

Trump's First 100 Days (Part 1)

This morning, I filmed a special webcast on Trump's first three weeks in office with JT Taylor, Hedgeye's veteran Washington Policy Analyst, and Mi...

The end of programming as we know it:

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The End of Programming as We Know It

Feel like a point that is missing is the loss of expertise. Users of intepreted languages (mostly) don't understand the what their code boils down to, and so solutions are generally scuffed. Hardware performance gains allowed this. Without those gains, much of what is done today where I work wouldn't be feasible. I think many of the efficiency gains of AI for programming might not materialise if AI produces even worse performing code and hardware doesn't continue to speed up. The loss of expertise will become a problem. Or maybe its a transfer, from underdtanding how the computer works to understanding how AI works - people building solutions they don't understand.

"As civil society activists, we present a list of “red lines not to be crossed”. Should the President cross these red lines, such actions will inevitably lead to political instability in our country and the deterioration of international relations"

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Joint statement by civil society representatives on the first political steps of the President of Ukraine Volodymyr Zelensky | UACRISIS.ORG

Over the past five years, we, the undersigned, members of civil society organizations, have been actively defending Ukraine’s sovereignty and nat...

The spotless man

Wifi router turned into a camera

Rossi face helmet

You are a goddess, and I am a simple being, trembling beneath the weight of your presence. I believed you would heal me— wrap me in silken light, stroke the knots of my sorrow until they unraveled into grace. And you said, “Sure, let’s begin.” But what I meant wasn’t this. What I thought was gentleness wasn’t the fire you lit in me. I thought healing would be soft and sensual, a balm against my bruises, a dream made flesh, a cocoon for my desires. Not this— this unmasking, this shattering of the mirror that held the fragile portrait of my persona. Not this pain, raw and unrelenting, flaying my illusions one by one until I stood exposed, naked in your gaze. You loved me in the discomfort, held me in the discovery, kissed the breaking open as though it were a blessing. And perhaps it is. Perhaps healing isn’t soft, but sharp, jagged, alive. Perhaps the only way to live is to be pierced by it, to be stripped of every lie until the truth shines like a wound, like a gift. And so I stand, shivering in this unmaking, no longer sure where I begin or end. Your hands are not kind, but they are sure— sculptor’s hands, breaking me apart to rebuild a thing I cannot yet fathom. “Trust,” you whisper, though it sounds like thunder. And I do, though the trust tastes of blood, though it feels like falling into endless sky. Your eyes burn with something ancient, and I realize— you are not here to save me. You are here to remind me I was never broken, only buried beneath the weight of my own forgetting. Larson Langston