For the last year or so, I have been telling my friend Anna about the greatness that is the crab cakes at the Prime Rib restaurant in Baltimore. So, finally, we planned a weekend involving some touristing, museuming, crabcake eating, and hanging out with mom and dad. The crabcakes were (as usual) all they were cracked up to be.
Just when you thought it was impossible for the world to hold more existential dread, researchers at MIT are experimenting with an AI that is learning to write scary stories.
This is mesmerizing.
There’s one political role I approve of. No, it’s not starting wars or declaring victory – it’s normal stuff like congratulating people and recognizing a job well done, or perhaps cutting the ribbon on a new project of people’s hopes and dreams.
Usually fall is a very busy season for me, but this year I have a reduced schedule because I didn’t book any events (I thought I was going to be running tech for a start-up, but it fell through). Since hunting season is coming, I’ve been taking the drone on patrols and waiting with bated breath for the leaves to turn.
I really like this, because it’s a pastime that’s cooperative, but seems competitive.
The last few days I’ve been limping around with every muscle in my body pulled and aching to some degree or another.
WALMART acted quickly to take down a racist and repulsive “thug life” mask caricaturing Tupac. Caine over at Affinity [affinity] rightly takes them to task.
I wrote about Margaret Hamilton, the programmer who designed the self-diagnosing co-routines in NASA’s moon mission software. [stderr] Her achievements are righteously legendary.