Bumble was never really a dating app. It was a fourteen-billion-dollar argument about human nature. That argument just lost in public, with a downloadable earnings report attached. The journalist who already knew the answer died four years ago.
This is one of the most romantic paintings in American history, but the artist hid a second story in it, one that only reveals itself once you know who the tired old man in the corner really was...
The painting is Marriage License, made by Norman Rockwell for the cover of the Saturday Evening Post in 1955. It is late on a Saturday afternoon in a small-town clerk's office. A young couple leans over the desk to fill out the paperwork for their marriage license, the man's arm around her, the woman up on tiptoe in a yellow dress to sign her name. The whole room is dim and brown, and a shaft of golden light falls through the window and lands on just the two of them, as if the day itself knows what is happening here.
Rockwell built it out of contrast: the couple glow with the beginning of everything, and, slumped in the corner, the old clerk waits, ready to go home, because for him, couples in love are just the ordinary traffic of an ordinary day.
But here is what almost no one knows: the clerk was a real man, a local shopkeeper named Jason Braman, and Rockwell chose him for a reason. Braman had recently lost his wife. Rockwell knew it, and he asked him to pose, in his own words, "as a way to give him something else to think about."
So the tired old man watching two young people promise themselves to each other is not acting. He is a widower placed by Rockwell right beside the very thing he has just lost.
Once you know that, the whole painting deepens because it is no longer only about young love. It is about the full arc of it, the beginning and the end in one room, the couple who have everything ahead and the man who had it and lost it, sitting a few feet apart in the same afternoon light.
And here's the best part: the young couple were real too, engaged in life, Joan and Francis Mahoney, and Rockwell gave them the oil sketch as a wedding present. They married. And they stayed married for the rest of their lives...
Esto es genuinamente una locura.
SpaceX presentó un satélite cuya única misión es correr inteligencia artificial. No internet. No GPS. Solo cómputo en el espacio.
Se llama AI1 y la razón por la que existe te va a romper la cabeza.
Los data centers de IA en la Tierra ya no tienen un problema de chips.
Tienen un problema de física.
Necesitan cantidades absurdas de electricidad y agua para enfriarse. Y se están quedando sin ambas cosas.
La respuesta de Musk fue simple:
dejen de construirlos en la Tierra.
En órbita el sol nunca se pone. Energía gratis las 24 horas. Y el calor se irradia solo al vacío.
Los dos grandes problemas de la IA en tierra casi no existen allá arriba.
Lo más salvaje: Musk dice que es más fácil de fabricar que un satélite Starlink.
Le quitas las antenas complicadas y te queda un montón de paneles solares, un radiador y unos enlaces láser.
Un solo AI1 tiene el poder de un rack completo de Nvidia GB300. El mismo hardware por el que se pelean aquí abajo.
Y esto es solo el primero. El plan es poner hasta un millón de ellos en órbita.
SpaceX ya no es solo una empresa de cohetes. Se está convirtiendo en la red eléctrica de la inteligencia artificial… en el espacio.
La carrera por el cómputo de IA acaba de abandonar el planeta. Literalmente.
As a straight A, intense biology and chemistry undergraduate, I believed in evolution. There was so much data, so much information, so much theory.
I am now a 17 year, extremely well educated, highly accomplished and intellectually experienced medical doctor and scientist.
Evolution is like many things. On the surface, it has a luster. But deeper examination exposes pyrite.
Fool's gold.
The first sip from the glass of secular science is atheistic, but God is at the bottom of the glass. (Paraphrased)
My better half posts a ton of amazing Biblical teachings every weekday, but this one in particular is, IMO, worthy of a bookmark to easily refer to during troubled times. 💘