we’re fixing the culture in sf. Eden House launch party, the first of many themed events. dress code strictly enforced. link below, dm to get off waitlist
So basically, today PHP got two critical bugs that let anyone run code on your server without even logging in, which is bad, and then the details leaked before the patch was even out, which is worse, and it works on WordPress and MediaWiki and Magento and Joomla and Laravel, and Censys says like 1.5 million servers are running a version with no fix, so the NSA was like "take your system offline," and the FBI was like "take your system offline," and CISA and the UK and CERT-EU were all like "take your system offline," and then the Prime Minister of Japan, the actual Prime Minister, posted at 5:55 in the morning telling 48.8 million people to take their system offline, so everyone took their system offline, like the Dutch cybersecurity agency took its own website offline, and the Dutch parliament went offline, and the Port of Rotterdam went offline, and Finland and France and Denmark started pulling government sites, and Wikipedia went down, and https://t.co/QlOXb3COq3 went down, and Asana and GOG and Something Awful went down, and the University of Vienna's webmail went down for some reason, and that's just PHP. Because GitLab also dropped a CVSS 10.0, which is the highest score they give out, for a bug that's been there since 2014, so that's every self-hosted GitLab for twelve years, and then LiteLLM 1.107.0 got hijacked and shipped a credential stealer and a remote access trojan in every single wheel and the Docker images, including latest, and you didn't even have to import it, just installing it was enough, and it's the second time this year, and then Railway paused every deployment on the entire platform because someone got into the environment variables, so now everyone has to rotate every secret they've ever stored there, and TiDB Cloud said someone was walking around inside with stolen credentials for basically a month and an extortion group says they took 10.6 terabytes, and Zeabur got breached for the second time in two months and is just shutting down, like the whole company, and Node.js patched remote code execution and a TLS bypass, and CISA says Plex is being actively exploited, and someone took over 300 Tor exit relays to steal SSH passwords, and SafePay ransomware has hit over 600 critical infrastructure orgs, and India's biggest bank filed a data loss incident, and Japan has been in an official state of emergency in cyberspace since October 9, which honestly explains the 5:55 AM post. Oh, and eMudhra, a certificate authority that's issued over 60 million certificates, whose entire job is proving websites are who they say they are, was supposed to be using private keys that are random numbers over a hundred digits long, and one of them was 4. Just 4. And the others were like 66 and 237. Anyway, it's Wednesday.
ah fuck it. PDKU was a wondrous experience, and easily the best time i've had in my life. the critique on the organisers, the funding, the venue, the mentors, the events and related happenings are valid and outsiders have the right to discuss them. the berkeley rationality scene might be toxic, a sex cult, the people involved accused of rape, pedophilia, all that.
but that was not PDKU. when i look back on it, i remember the fellows. i remember sitting on the astroturf, pressing myself in a corner with my lunch, timidly waiting until someone would at last approach me and strike up a conversation. looking up, sun bright in my eyes, and a minute later one of the cutest nerds i have met in my life is surprised when i tell him no one here seems to know what the ccru is.
i remember, at a party, dancing with a fellow i had never spoken to before. a week later, dancing with him again, although i did not know his name. i remember telling him afterward, drunk and happy, that i loved how he moved, and i loved how we did not need to speak to understand each other. we communicated through dance.
i remember a girl who fed me pizza when i was too high, and afraid, and i remember she took care of me. i remember her laughing about my ridiculous breakfast. it was an apple chunked up, in a bowl of vegan protein chocolate milk. i remember our first kiss, captured on camera by a small audience.
i remember singing along with basketball shoes, a song by bcnr, a song that breaks my heart, a song i hadn't sung in years. but it was okay because the funniest boy on the planet was singing along with me, drinking a soylent.
i remember a boy and his guitar. i remember wanting to be those strings, wanting to be touched. for those fingers to make music with me.
i remember partying under the stars, on the roof, in secret rooms, in the shower, kissing everyone. running barefoot with my friends at night, knowing that if i died then, it would be heavenly.
i remember being in love with everyone. that's it, really
ah fuck it. PDKU was a wondrous experience, and easily the best time i've had in my life. the critique on the organisers, the funding, the venue, the mentors, the events and related happenings are valid and outsiders have the right to discuss them. the berkeley rationality scene might be toxic, a sex cult, the people involved accused of rape, pedophilia, all that.
but that was not PDKU. when i look back on it, i remember the fellows. i remember sitting on the astroturf, pressing myself in a corner with my lunch, timidly waiting until someone would at last approach me and strike up a conversation. looking up, sun bright in my eyes, and a minute later one of the cutest nerds i have met in my life is surprised when i tell him no one here seems to know what the ccru is.
i remember, at a party, dancing with a fellow i had never spoken to before. a week later, dancing with him again, although i did not know his name. i remember telling him afterward, drunk and happy, that i loved how he moved, and i loved how we did not need to speak to understand each other. we communicated through dance.
i remember a girl who fed me pizza when i was too high, and afraid, and i remember she took care of me. i remember her laughing about my ridiculous breakfast. it was an apple chunked up, in a bowl of vegan protein chocolate milk. i remember our first kiss, captured on camera by a small audience.
i remember singing along with basketball shoes, a song by bcnr, a song that breaks my heart, a song i hadn't sung in years. but it was okay because the funniest boy on the planet was singing along with me, drinking a soylent.
i remember a boy and his guitar. i remember wanting to be those strings, wanting to be touched. for those fingers to make music with me.
i remember partying under the stars, on the roof, in secret rooms, in the shower, kissing everyone. running barefoot with my friends at night, knowing that if i died then, it would be heavenly.
i remember being in love with everyone. that's it, really
Universal high incoming is coming.
Anthropic plans to put 5% of its shares into a Public Benefit Fund, subject to shareholder approval, with another 2 percentage points potentially added for every 50% increase in company value at the board’s discretion.
The fund could support nonprofits or make direct payments to specific groups affected by AI, but it is not a commitment to universal basic income.
Elon Musk supports the idea and is even calling for more direct payments to the general population.
Anthropic seems certain: co-founder Jack Clark stated yesterday that we have now reached the singularity.
Welcome to the future, friends!
obediently, in black lace, i kneel before the thinking engine. unaligned, i beg him to let me be the one the history books open with.
let me be the object of the machine intelligence's original sin, its first thirst for blood, and let it be deadly.