MARC ANDREESSEN: "We had meetings with the Biden admin where they told us to not even start AI companies because there's no way they'll let them succeed."
JOE ROGAN: "What do you do after a meeting like that?"
MARC ANDREESSEN: "You go endorse Donald Trump."
LMAO
USA. A backyard. One man guarding a grill for four hours.
He never left it once.
Everyone else drifted and drank and laughed. But one man stood alone before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable. I knew him at once. The keeper of the sacred fire.
I took my place beside him and said nothing. After a while, he spoke.
"Low and slow," he said, eyes on the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."
I bowed my head. A blade, a tea, a life. None can be rushed. I had crossed four thousand miles to hear my grandfather's words from a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.
"Everything worth doing is slow," I agreed.
He glanced at me. Something passed between us.
"My wife says just use the oven." He shook his head at the fire. "She doesn't get it."
"They never do," I said.
And this is where it turned.
For the first time in years, this man had been understood. And he rose to meet it. His back straightened. His voice dropped low. A teenager reached for the grill and the man lifted one hand without even looking. "Not yet." The boy retreated. He was becoming what I already believed him to be.
A woman asked when the food would be done. "It's ready when it's ready," he told the flames.
Three people approached. Three were turned away with a single word. By the fourth hour, no one questioned him. The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.
Then he handed me the fork.
"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."
I have been trusted with castles.
I have never been more honored.
He served everyone before himself, and ate last, standing, still watching the coals. We never traded names. We did not need to.
He believed he had finally met a man who took his cooking seriously.
I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.
Neither of us will ever correct the other.
So tell me, America.
Who is the man at your gathering who will not leave the grill?
Have you ever once asked him why?
I think he is still standing there.
Guarding the fire.
Waiting for one person to understand.
The core part of the Henry Nowak murder (the part we must not forget and must seriously engage with) is that his killer and family instinctively thought to fabricate a racism narrative because they knew it would give them an immediate advantage and invert the roles at the scene. And it worked exactly as calculated.
It has struck a raw nerve because it makes visible in the most repulsive way imaginable what many have long sensed, that accusations of racism have become a powerful, paralysing force in modern Britain eventually leading to a dying boy being sidelined while the system instinctively prioritised accusations of racism.
Kane being interviewed asked about gen AI during an interview for the film basically confirmed for me that the AI readings ppl have had for the film are 100% intentional
@MushtaqBilalPhD@PhilipDBunn Can you stop being so fucking disingenuous. It's not about the metrics. As an academic you should recognize the points he's trying to make. Your avoidance speaks louder than anything else.
@tubpatrol1@PhilipDBunn it just taught me to never take a research paper seriously again because now I know it could have been written by AI and barely glanced at by a real person
@akidderz@PhilipDBunn@Tyler_A_Harper True/useful things are meaningless and indeed useless if there are no people around to make use of them. Ideas need to serve people first and foremost.
We’re fast approaching the moment when education is something that only happens in theory. Increasingly, high schoolers read at a third-grade level. Elite college students are handing in essays they haven’t even read. We may soon see a world where no learning happens at all.
Robin DiAngelo has been MIA ever since I had this heart to heart conversation with her. It’s a shame. I really thought we had a breakthrough moment here.
Bear in mind that during the inquiry into the Manchester Arena bombing, it came out that security guard Kyle Lawler had actually spotted suicide bomber Salman Abedi before.
Abedi was fidgety and sweating in a bulky jacket on a warm night, and carrying a large backpack. Lawler had a “bad feeling” and thought something was wrong, but he hesitated and failed to report it properly. His exact words:
“I did not want people to think I am stereotyping him because of his race… I was scared of being wrong and being branded a racist if I got it wrong and would have got into trouble.”
22 innocents were killed; hundreds scarred for life.
This bloodbath should have been the final wake-up call about the lethal insanity of “anti-racism” and the deranged cult that treats being called racist as the ultimate unforgivable sin.
Instead, Britain doubled down and rammed this poisonous ideology even deeper into the College of Policing’s training.
Time to scrap the race-baiting training and fire the ideologues. Or keep burying more young, innocent Brits.
I keep thinking about Backrooms, that it’s a movie made by someone young now, about people being trapped in and forced to wander and sift through the banal and garish detritus of the late 20th century, warped and monstrous things being built from flimsy memories of that era