Who is building the Google Maps for ai?
“How do I catch my uber at LAX” will be the first case study
Me: ai is clearly eating the world, actually it's already halfway digested...
Also me at midnight: hey chat add a cute bee to this banner, it's really important
I wanted a drinking game to play with my friends who don't drink so I made one. Season 0 is fo free. Probably forever.
liquidcourage.com/
you need to character max, when people think of you do they think "that's just a guy" or do they picture something unique and with flavor?
it can be anything
We need more joyful grit content like this.
Where is the grounded optimism, stoic resilience, the honest fire within that sustains and gets passed on like a torch?
It’s obvious that we’re simultaneously in a period of great progress and precipitous decline.
Despite the daily hype-schizo-edits and monumental daily achievements of our nation, its deluded to drone on about a “golden age.” The philosopher, Zyzz, was lauded for ceaselessly repeating the mantra “we’re all gonna make it, brah.” His heart exploded from steroid and stimulant abuse. Our nation reminds me of this story.
Whatever shot we have at uninterrupted progress out of this period requires sobriety, calculation, and a specific flavor of unrelenting optimism. Admiral Stockdale, the Vietnam War POW, provides a good, but still insufficient frame. He accepted the indefinite brutality of his imprisonment while remaining assured that, at some point, he would be freed.
We, unlike Stockdale, may never prevail in our lifetime. Those born between 1960 and ensuing decades beyond today may experience unprecedented collapse despite our genuine, Herculean efforts.
Nevertheless, the application of that effort is not just justified, nor is it just a preferable alternative to a slothful and cowardly concession of defeat. Our optimism must rest on truth and civilization, in the limit, defeating evil and barbarism. Perhaps our age is over, and fifty generations of our progeny will live among our ruins. But, if we indignantly burn red hot now, what embers that remain for the ingenious and honorable among the fifty first generation will expedite their ascendancy. I’d rather leave them Great ruins and heroic stories than cautionary tales of debauched failure.
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