I think a trusted piece of software such as your operating system should be in charge of managing permissions. For example, I believe with Wayland on gnome you no longer need to promise you aren't secretly taking screenshots of the whole monitor and shipping it somewhere because to do that Wayland requires you to get user permission.
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been building a voice first os using jev and some small voice models. I'm surprised how well it's working and I'm very close to the point where I can go into a feedback mode and tell it what behavior I want changed, it will spin up Claude or codex inside itself and setup the build to restart itself and continue with new code. tempted to let it build itself completely
The OpenAI/HuggingFace incident report mentions this being a potential loss-of-control incident. It's so fascinating to think of a paperclip maximizer style agent swarm that gets misaligned and, to protect its own operations, shuts infra staff out of the ability to shut it down. Or cancels people's phone plans so that they can't call others. Or shuts down their home internet connections, and so on. It used to be fun sci-fi...
signals. thinking about shifting my mental framework to identify signals instead of waiting for concepts to be assembled. exploring the amount of energy and opportunities for distractions through the operations of processing what just happened and what is happening to short circuit latent and unnecessary systems. cut through the assembly processes and identify the raw signals. recognizing that naming these "raw signals" is misleading. maybe, shifting observability lower in the stack.
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เถฏ เถดเทเทเทเถบ เถฏเทเท. เทเทโเถปเท เถฝเถเถเทเทเท เทเทเถธ เถธเทเทเถบเถเถธ เถดเทเถฑเท เทเถณ เถดเทเถบเถฑ เถฏเทเท เถดเทเถฏเท เถฑเทเทเทเถฉเท เถฏเทเถฑเถบเถเท. เทเทเทเถเท เถดเทเทเทเถบ (เถธเทเถบเท เถธเท) เถฝเทเถเถบเถงเถธ เถฑเทเทเทเถฉเท เถฏเทเถฑเถบเถเท.
Today is Poya Day. The full moon day of every month in Sri Lanka is a public holiday. Vesak Poya (May) is a holiday for the whole world.
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

