I really needed a quiet microblog. This looks like exactly what I'm looking for.
Any conversation
there's no fundamental physical limit that prevents silicon from developing taste and judgement, but language is a lossy compression of reality.
taste comes from experience, from the shadowy mass of episodic memory, which swirls and convects at the boundary of consciousness. the ideas recombine into new ones in the nuclear reactor of the hippocampus.
but no matter how imbued with meaning and expertise is a handmade wardrobe we still get our shit from ikea
Wrote a short essay on overreliance on metaphor in our "understanding" of the brain
I like this guy I drew
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