Tag: LLM
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Writing for the Machines
Maybe I should just admit to myself that all I really want, is for some small trace of me to live forever in the mind of the machine god?
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Monsters In The Mirror
What are large language models, really? On AI, Language, and the new entities that wear language as their skin.
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Large Language Numbers
I’ve been trying to get a better grip on what kind of world I’m actually living in right now.
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Prompted to Panic
All week I’ve been thinking to myself ‘I’m not going to write about Moltbook, I’m not going to write about Moltbook’. But I’ve found a work around! I’m going to…
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Lock In
Like pretty much every other Millennial, I’ve been hearing the phrase ‘Lock In’ everywhere lately.
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The Voltage Of The Age
My body keeps registering the ‘voltage of the age’. My former feeling of anxiety has become something like exhilaration
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Cloudflare’s NET Dollar: AI Agents, Crypto Rails, and Web Payments
This isn’t the first time I’ve talked about AI agents, agents scurrying around paying for things with blockchains.
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Turning of Attention
September feels like a time for recommitment. A chance to pick things back up, or begin again with a little more focus.
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4o-4 Not Found
The sudden removal of GPT-4o exposed how deeply people have made friends with AI. How should we design good goodbyes?
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Clippy: A Little History of Little Guys
The history of ‘Little Guys’ in AI UX. There are very few bits of software that have achieved such lasting cultural immortality as Clippy.
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Storms and Sunlight
I feel like I’ve done my 40 years in the desert, and whilst I still don’t know what I want to do, In the last decade I have come to…
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Petz: A Little History of Little Guys
The history of ‘Little Guys’ in AI UX. Petz (1995), desktop buddies, and the design choices that shaped today’s agent interfaces.
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Eating From the Trough
For the next week, at least, I’ve decided to eat as much slop from the trough as possible. To find out what it’s like.
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Public Thoughts, Private Room
A blog is not—and never will be—the full contents of a mind. And proper diary remains a private room. And I’m okay with that.
