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@TubularTittyFrog@lemmy.world @asklemmy@lemmy.world
In parts, the answer to your question lies in the very title of your thread or, to be precise, the latest word from it: 2020s.
Something happened in 2020. And this thing, for good and bad, required people to distance themselves. And those who were stubbornly unconvinced of the reasons why people should keep social distancing, were faced by the harsh reality sooner or later. We saw people falling dead like flies. We saw how the whole world was facing the exact same struggle, we saw the burnout of their health systems as doctors, nurses and other health professionals were dying in numbers like never before.
Then the pandemic forced the world to go full digital. To a certain extent, it was really great: we could be finally free from metropolitan pollution, as we could work from anywhere (including rural towns, far from the large cities), we could work while petting our cats at home, we could work without needing to get stressed by human modes of transportation.
But this digitalization is what provided enough crude material for a dystopian dungeon to be slowly build around us. Shortly after COVID, we saw things like ChatGPT popping up into existence out of nowhere. And what follows is contemporary and needs no introduction. Of course there's much more, but my reply is already big.
The fact is: people became (understandably) traumatized, like, for ever. Meanwhile, people became used to a fully digital life, with every aspect of their lives being an app (LaaS, Life-as-a-Service). People were never the same, the world got worse. "Third places" started to wane because Internet supposedly have all places humans need. Then capitalism, now technofeudalism, thrived to further enslave society.
To me, a Zennial (someone born in the cusp between Millennials and Gen Z), the COVID-19 is something that left a permanent wound, not just biological or physical (e.g. long COVID syndrome), but psychological, economical, social: all aspects of my existence were affected.
Before it happened, my social life was blooming, I was enrolled in college again to try and complete my degree I gave up a few years earlier. I was living plain adulthood, independent and far from my parents while living with nice stranger people in a hostel. I was well employed with not-so-bad paycheck and a quite steady IT career... Then COVID came and simply shattered it all. Not just my life goals, not just my academic or professional career, everything! And tech, which I used to love (hence my DevOps career), suddenly started becoming the dystopia I described earlier.
Eventually, COVID made me realize of the impermanence of this pointless existence, pushing me towards nihilism, until I simply gave up trying to deceive myself with mundane illusions. My attempts to seek friends, love, family and career are long gone: it's all pointless.
I'm just biologically surviving against the will at this point... Billions of humans are, too.
@arlon@connexia.hibiol.eu @batepapo@lemmy.eco.br
mas por não ter tantos brasileiros,
Sim, praticamente só alemão e estadunidense por lá. Tanto que meus gemlogs eram em inglês, com raras publicações que fiz em português pra levar um pouco de um brasileiro poético num espaço onde eu via algumas pessoas levando o idioma delas de vez em quando.
como você interpreta o Fediverso em relação a essa internet morta e a esta internet natimorta (comercial)?
Problema é que o Fediverso, como um todo, depende de toda essa infra "Internet": de TCP/IP a provedores de internet e Big Techs (como CloudFlare). Então acaba sendo como tentar construir um foguete para exploração espacial enquanto dentro da cabine de um Boeing que está caindo em direção à boca de um vulcão em erupção. Aqui emendo o próximo ponto:
Adoro rádio também, mas não sei se eu seria um distribuidor de rádio-amadorismo.
O bom do rádio-amadorismo (e rádiocomunicação em geral) é que está meio que alheio ao "fenômeno" da constante degradação que a Internet vem sofrendo.
Inclusive esses dias vi, num fio aqui do Lemmy sobre a degradação do Firefox (IA sendo sorrateiramente incorporada ao navegador que costumava ser exemplar de privacidade e leveza), uma pessoa trazendo uma futurologia curiosa: de que o futuro é do "packet pirate radio".
Hoje coisas como LoRa (long-range radio) são bem acessíveis, mas a tendência é que as frequências e dispositivos de rádio se tornem cada vez mais restritas às corporações com a anuência dos governos (principalmente dos EUA e da UE, que juntas meio que acabam influenciando os rumos político-legais de todos os outros países do mundo incluindo Brasil).
Vai sobrar, então, a "subcultura gray-hat (cyber-steam)punk": transceptor feito de com peça de ferro-velho, plugado a uma velha antena parabólica cheia de tétano que era de um antigo combo da Sky, apontada pra um dos abandonados FLTSATCOM da marinha estadunidense na órbita geoestacionária, com todo o aparato em uma garagem escondida comandado por um dos últimos exemplares de um Arduino de uma época onde Arduino e similares ainda estavam fora do alcance das corporações (e de IAs corporativas).
O rádio (analógico), com uso possivelmente intenso de codebooks combinados e/ou esteganografia (porque criptografia via ham rádio, além de ser ruidoso, é visado por ser "proibido" pela ITU, mas esteganografia conta com um inexorável plausible deniability) é, nesse sentido, o último bastião da comunicação totalmente humana.
Também tinha essa relação com as redes sociais. Mas não me refulgiava no Orkut, mas sim no Tumblr e no Twitter.
Esses também cheguei a usar, como relatei ali na minha resposta pro h0p3. Usei por pouco tempo em comparação ao Orkut, onde comecei a participar de comunidades ainda em meados de 2008 até cerca de 2014 quando o Orkut acabou. Nesse momento minha rotina escolar (e por consequência o bullying escolar) já tinham terminado para ceder espaço à Kafkaesca vida adulta de trabalho e faculdade.
Valeu! Então, de todos os blogs, gemlogs e demais formas de presença digital que já tive no passado, praticamente não tenho mais: na realidade, pouquíssimo sobreviveu ao tempo, ao azar e a mim mesmo:- Ao tempo, pois plataformas deixaram de existir, contas expiraram (como 000webhost) e emails antigos foram substituídos e/ou perdidos.- Ao azar, pois já fui pêgo de surpresa por armazemanentos corrompidos, por exemplo.- E, o principal fator, à mim mesmo, pois tenho esse impulso auto-destrutivo de descartar aquilo que sinto não mais ter sentido/propósito, mesmo quando me tomou tempo e esforço pra criar. Às vezes faço backup pro meu HD antes de excluir da Internet, então aquilo que fiz vira quase como que um arquivo póstumo, um túmulo digital.
A parte mais significativa do que restou atualmente são três perfis meus aqui no Fediverso: essa conta aqui (Calckey) onde usei o feed pessoal pra mais de 500 notes (poesias e estórias, invocações espirituais, cifras e mensagens ocultas, desabafos e rages, pensamentos (muitas vezes espontâneos, explosivos e intrusivos) e devlogs) nos últimos 4 meses; Friendica, onde tenho mais um tanto de coisas similares anteriores ao meu Calckey; e Pixelfed, onde compartilhei alguns dos meus desenhos digitais de caráter ritualístico.
Especificamente blogs, um dos únicos que ainda está no ar, porém, alheio ao controle (um dos motivos pelo qual ainda sobrevive vagando por aí), é um Blogspot onde postei tutoriais e projetinhos de aplicações Windows entre 2010 a 2012, durante minha adolescência. Só não faço link para lá por estar com nome e até foto de pessoa física: eu era novo e naive demais pra ter a malícia que tenho hoje de usar pseudônimo e evitar autodoxxing, e quando aprendi isso, já tinha perdido os meios para renomear ou excluir.
Depois disso, o segundo em ordem cronológica de sobreviventes é um Dreamwidth que criei meio do ano agora, com meros 4 posts em momento de apatia espiritual (apateísmo).
Em seguida, um site no Neocities com duas temáticas concorrentes (cosmicismo luciferiano com pitadas humorísticas de Hitchhiker e 2001: Space Odyssey vs. terror cósmico-erótico lilithiano com pitadas macabras de inferno de Dante e tabu BDSM) antes de eu mover tudo lá pra subpastas internas e substituir o index.html por um placeholder de "410 Gone" (o site todo ainda está acessível, apenas "escondido" nos paths /hal8999, /safe e /unsafe (NSFW)). Esses, Dreamwidth e Neocities, estão linkados na bio do meu Calckey.
Essa lacuna digital, de 2013 a 2023, corresponde à atividades em redes mainstream ou não, onde participei e criei conteúdo no passado até um "suicídio digital".
Depois de 2023 tive blog no Tumblr, Pillowfort (ambos fim de 2023) e cápsula no Midnight Pub (Geminispace, fim de 2024), onde postava estórias e pensamentos, todos arquivados e apagados pouco depois de um ano cada.
No fim, mais de 90% do que fiz destruí, com parte das coisas salvas em HD, outras perdidas pra eternidade.
@arlon@connexia.hibiol.eu @batepapo@lemmy.eco.br
Já vaguei por inúmeros cantos dessa Internet: de fóruns e redes sociais na rede Onion (Tor) e eepsites (I2P), a "buracos Gopher" (Gopher holes), caminhando até mesmo pela linha tênue que separa Internet e radioamadorismo (Echolink, WebSDR, etc). Já tive cápsula no Geminispace, já tive vários blogs, já tive web rádio com um total estonteante de zero ouvintes usando o Windows Media alguma coisa (um software que costumava existir na época do Windows XP pra streamar).
Se a Internet é um refúgio? Talvez costumasse sê-lo na época do Orkut, onde a internet era meu único espaço de alguma socialização (e de alguma fuga mental de todo o bullying escolar).
Mas, como tudo nessa existência cósmica, essa Internet morreu. Não somente porque plataformas (como o Orkut e MSN Messenger) foram desligadas, mas também porque as pessoas daquela época já não existem mais. Eu mesmo, aquele meu eu de 2010, não existe mais.
Quando a casa de infância é demolida e vira terreno pra um edifício comercial, não importa o quanto se tente recriar essa casa de infância com suas paredes amarelas e vitrôs difíceis de abrir, televisor de tubo onde costumava ver desenhos da TV Cultura, um avô que implicava toda vez que eu abria a geladeira, um quintal de lama onde eu costumava brincar e até comer terra, com uma bananeira no fundo que dava cachos em abundância: não será a mesma casa. É literalmente o clássico problema do Navio de Teseu. Hoje a casa de infância é mera lembrança distante em meu cérebro, e um dia nem isso será mais.
O mesmo se aplica à Internet. E ao mundo, no geral. Hoje eu diria que meu refúgio tem sido minha própria cabeça definhante, mesmo: "Um dia eu caminho por memórias distantes onde a caixa de som ainda não era stereo, noutro dia caminham com meu caixão por um cemitério." C'est la vie.
@Stacyasks@lemmy.cafe @nostupidquestions@lemmy.world
Yes. It's called "Eigengrau" and it happens due to the adaptation of the eye amidst the darkness.
@zlatiah@lemmy.world @asklemmy@lemmy.world
As strange as it may sound, sometimes I try to learn Akkadian and Sumerian. Even though little is known about the grammar, the "Sumerian Lexicon" from John Halloran has quite a extensive list of transliterated Sumerian words and their meanings. I try to focus on learning the transliterated words rather than cuneiforms, although I do know/recognize some cuneiforms.
Why do I do this? Well, it's mostly for spiritual purposes: my current, syncretic belief involves the Mesopotamian pandeam (feminine pantheon), with goddesses such as Inanna, Ereshkigal, Tiamat and, mainly, Lilitu/Lilith (nínna-mushen / nínna-mušen, the terrifying Mistress-Owl, with nín being "Queen, Mistress, Lady", here duplicated to signal a terrifying Mistress, alongside the term for predator bird "mushen"). To me, they're manifestations (think of Qlipphots) of the same underlying principle, the Great Goddess.
I managed to both memorize a few terms, and I also tried to build some Sumerian phrases/epithets using the transliterated words as building blocks. Again, little is known about Sumerian grammar, but the current knowledge about it feels enough for me to try and babble something.
And why Sumerian/Mesopotamian pandeam? It's the first belief system ever written. It's the "chronologically closest" we have to the Venus figurines from Upper Paleolithic (seemingly an Goddess worshiping). The Goddess was forgotten, demonized, concealed from us, but things can't stay concealed for long. The Primordial Goddess must be revealed to the world again, and must be worshiped for the Great Goddess She is. And the Sumerian records seem to be the closest written records we have to Her.
@Blaze@piefed.zip @privacy@programming.dev
Tip of the day: WhatsApp can't have your contacts if you're antisocial (Mr. Robot kind of antisocial) and got no contacts (insert meme with the smiling man pointing to his own head temples)
Seriously, whenever I need to contact someone (often businesses) using Whatsapp, I do so without adding said number to contact list. Rather, I use a F-Droid app capable of spawning a new WhatsApp conversation with a number specified through a text box. Not sure for how long this approach will work, but it's been working so far. I have no contacts so WhatsApp can do whatever they want with my contact list because it's empty. Hah!
So then your counter to someone bringing attention to the fact that LLMs are actively telling people[...] is that it isn’t the singular contributing factor?
This, too. But, also, the fact that Anti-AI movement rarely (if any) promote legit human art, their whole business seems to be to talk against AI, solely. Which, again, is not something I oppose (as I said earlier, AI does have lots of cons, although I'm also capable of seeing its pros), but when I see many accusatory posts from Anti-Ai people such as "I'll check your content against ppl AI patterns" (with a greater likelihood of content from ND ppl like me being "flagged" as AI), then I see those same ppl blaming AIs for something whose causes are way deeper and unseen, I feel compelled to express about the matter, especially when the subject also touches on other things about my own lived experiences, which I'm aware is not limited to myself as there are/were lots of ppl who went through similar situations.
Do you take offense at people pushing back at harmful LLMs?
No but the oftentimes accusatory tone coming from many Anti-Ai ppl does trigger things such as "imposter syndrome", where I start doubting about myself. But it's not just something about myself.
Do you want people to care more about creating a kinder society?
I'm not really sure what I want, exactly. But, yeah, maybe, a kinder society, if this is even possible at this point of Anthropocene.
I remember a time when the web used to be a place for creatively rich bulletin boards. At that time, ppl used to be... I don't know... Less aggressive? At least it's the perception I have when I look back at the past of the Web.
We, collectively (me included), became more aggressive between ourselves as the time passed and the web became less of a space for creativity and more of an arm from the "market" octopus.
I've seen the web slowly getting dominated by corps, now everything is some kind of war between "us v. them" across all spectra, from right to left, top to bottom, bottom-up, sideways... As wars detonate our essences, we were left with just... I mean, just look around, you may see it yourself.
Of course LLMs aren’t driving people to suicide in a vacuum, no one is claiming that
Sometimes it feels like much of the Anti-AI movement is. As if the AI were "literally killing ppl".
having LLMs that are encouraging people to commit suicide is a bad thing
It's not a trivial thing for LLMs to "encourage suicide", I've seen it myself whenever I tried to input suggestive, shady topics. To me, those things often parrot the same "suicide prevention hotlines" which works like common analgesic medications (may relieve immediate pain but can't do a thing about the root causes).But even when LLMs do output suicidal hints, this isn't something out of a vacuum. As others argued throughout the thread, search engines can also lead to suicidal hints. Banning it altogether can lead to Streisand effect.
@tomalley8342@lemmy.world @lemonskate@lemmy.worldThanks for understanding it. Exactly!
While many of my points are lived things, I'm not only talking about myself, I see a similar phenomenon happening as I often check feed firehoses from Mastodon, Misskey and PixelFed: posts that got nothing more than numeric reactions (likes, if any).
And I'm not talking about money here. While there are artists and writers out there seeking money for their work, there are many things beyond money that people can be seeking as they share something they did: productive discussions, exchange of knowledge, and many are seeking friendship and lasting connections, the world doesn't (and shouldn't) revolve around money.
And when artists share their art out of an attempt to connect and/or to exchange knowledge, and they're met with silence alongside impersonal, aggressive public disclaimers from anti-ai people such as "I'm using an (AI) tool to detect whether your art is AI, and if it detects you're using AI (out of a rude and crude crobability), I'm blocking and reporting you (which will likely make it worse for a content to further find like-minded people among all the network noise)", the likely outcome is said artists stopping pursuing their own creativity, especially artists with the "Imposter Syndrome" which is a real thing that a person can be living with.
Neurodivergent expression can be often indistinguishable from LLM, and when people do the "I'll judge if your content is AI" game, it can be excluding neurodivergent people.
I'm myself a neurodivergent individual, if it wasn't clear from my verbose way of speech, hence my very personal stance about the matter: because I'm often mistaken as an algorithm or something (due to my systematic and broad speech), and because I was once directly accused of "talking using LLMs" by a person who I used to care and tried to help, both pro-AIs techbro advertisement pitches (those preaching for some kind of AI corps godhood) and the Anti-AI accusative manifestos can be equally triggering oftentimes.
There were two quite long, entire paragraphs before I began mentioned names in my initial comment.
When someone ends up suicidal after resorting to LLMs, it's the final part of a bigger picture. A bigger picture of indifferent demeanor from other people, including mental health professionals and suicide prevention hotlines.
That's what I meant with the first paragraph of my initial comment. Your reply, reducing my whole argument, only exemplifies the very situation I meant with "When a person finds no one that can truly take all the time needed to understand them".
Last but not the least, "because people can be bad too sometimes" isn't a justification: if people killed themselves after taking instructions from LLMs to which they resorted to after getting no one to really understand them (even suicide prevention hotline volunteers), it's not just the LLM and the corporation behind it to blame (yes, they surely must be blamed, but not only them), but a whole society that failed with them. And this will never be part of the statistics.
@brianpeiris@lemmy.ca @technology@lemmy.world
Do you know what kills, too? When a person finds no one that can truly take all the time needed to understand them. When a person invest too much time on expressing themselves through deep human means only to be met with a deafening silence... When someone goes through the effort of drawing something that took them several hours each artwork just for it to fall into Internet oblivion. Those things can kill, too, yet people can't care less about the suicides (not just biological, sometimes it's a epistemological suicide when the person simply stops pursuing a hobby) of amateur artists that aren't "influencers" or someone "relevant enough" for people.
How many of those who sought parroting algorithms did it out of a complete social apathy from others? How many of those tried to reach humans before resorting to LLMs? Oh, it's none of our businesses, amirite?
So, yeah, LLMs kill, and LLMs are disgusting. What's nobody seems to be tally-counting is how human apathy, especially from the same kind of people who do the LLM death counting, also kills: not by action, but by inaction, as they're as loud as a concert about LLMs but as quiet as a desert night about unknown artists and other people trying to be understood out there across the Web. And I'm not (just) talking about myself here, I don't even consider myself an artist, however, I can't help but notice this going on across the Web.
Yes, go ahead and downvote me all the way to the abyss for saying the reality about the Anti-AI movement.
@canofcam@lemmy.worldTo me, it's more of the former. It's fuel only in the eyes of materialistic pursuit, which is a subset of survival instinct. When one let go from the mundane, when one wakes up to the fact that we're taking nothing with us after we cease existing, when one wakes up to the fact that what we call as "we" or "me" are illusions of a emergent property from principles of physics (sentience from a dynamic system of electric signals flowing through a self-organizing structure "living being"), then if gets easier to see death (and Death, the noumenon, which I symbolically see as "Death Herself" as in Morana, for example) as meaning rather than "fuel".
As for where is the cosmic wheel going, IMHO the answer is likely: to itself. Order emerged from chaos (Ordo Ab Chao) and chaos emerge from order (Chao Ab Ordine) and the cosmic cycle goes on indefinitely. Life, and by extension humans, are just a tiny part of the order which emerged from primordial chaos (Science calls it Big Bang, Sumerians called Her Tiamat) that's going to return to the same chaos (the inexorable "falling" towards maximum state of entropy).
@canofcam@lemmy.worldDeath. I mean, literally or, to be more precise, cosmically literally.
See, every living being relies on the death of other living beings in order to continue alive. Similarly, death relies on living beings (a dead being can't die again). I coined a Latin phrase that is quite similar to the Hermetic principle "as above so below": "Vita mortem manducat, Mors manducat vitam" (life devours death, Death devours life).
Death is the only certainty, the only truth, still living beings are wired to fear and avoid it (pointlessly, as there's not much left to do when the organs of a living being stop working altogether due to inexorable consequences of aging).
So, no matter how strange it may sound, the purpose of life is Death, literally. The true Mother Goddess.
@Old_Dread_Knight@lemmy.world @asklemmy@lemmy.world
"Is it possible to find a friend or partner..." No. And the explanation is simple: it's not possible to find what doesn't exist, and friendships and romances don't exist.
They're two of the ultimate mundane illusions. Lies engineered to keep the horse chasing the carrot hanging from its own head. And even if the horse wakes up to the realization that the carrot isn't even real (it's just a trick from its head), it can't simply stop, because it got an indifferent limbic system, a biologically pre-programmed set of instructions compelling the horse to continue the pointless chasing.
Even when (if) Sisyphus come to the realization that the boulder inexorably rolls down and trying to roll it up is pointless, Sisyphus will continue rolling it up because it's the only thing his gray matter knows, just lies and illusions: the illusion that he, the boulder and the hill somehow "exist" in some kind of "existence", and the lie that there's some kind of global maxima, the lie that enough pushing-the-boulder-up will eventually meet the desired equilibrium, some stasis.
And even if there were any existence and there were any "up there" at the hill he was compelled to be, even if he reached the top of the hill, what then? Will Sisyphus pat himself on his own back, congratulating and praising himself for getting the boulder to roll all the way to the top? Maybe there are other Sisypha up there who'll give him a medal or something...
And the medal will inexorably oxidize and rust, their bodies will eventually decay and the boulder will crumble into dust due to the weather elements... And the hill will undergo erosion, thus making (what's left of) the boulder to roll downhill, alongside the fossilized skull and bones from all the Sisypha up there.
And no one will remember them because there'll be no one existing to remember what supposedly existed: not even the hill or the Pale Blue Dot where the hill once was, a planet long since engulfed by a giant red Sun, which in turn ended up obliterated during a collision with former rogue stars from what used to be Andromeda galaxy merging with what used to be the Milky Way galaxy: used to be because, now, every quantum particle is ripped apart due to how the fabric of spacetime continuum is now infinitely stretched, the Big Rip.
And, if we consider that the Sisyphean boulder got equilibrium, it means that all energetic transformations across the cosmos also have their point of equilibrium, and this means that there's now this cosmic stasis where no energetic transformation happens anymore, the Big Freeze.
In the end, the existent aspect of things, if any, is this: they're lies, it's all illusory. There's nothing, not even the nothingness. It's just illusory electric signals processed by the illusory brain.
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@cadusilva@bolha.one @tecnologia@lemmy.eco.br
Foge um pouco do assunto principal o que vou falar, mas os resultados de buscadores estão cada vez piores. Não sei qual está pior: o "Modo IA" dos buscadores (descobri que até o Yandex tem uma IA agora) ou o modo "clássico". Ambos têm retornado resultados nada a ver com o que se pesquisa.
Às vezes uso o SearXNG, mas geralmente uso o DuckDuckGo ou, no caso de coisas mais referentes ao Brasil, o Google, mesmo, diretamente. E daí me pego indo pra página 2, 3, 4... a fim de tentar caçar um resultado relevante ao que solicitei.
Adentrando mais o tema desse fio, ver o fio levou-me, por curiosidade, a fazer um teste rápido tanto no Bing quanto no Yandex.
Meu teste envolveu usar o operador "site:" pra pesquisar na URL. Pesquisei por "site:*.ai" que foi o que veio na cabeça de pesquisar, ou seja, sites cujo domínio tenha o TLD ".ai" (geralmente sites relacionados a IA, mas não necessariamente).
Pra começar: ambos já trouxeram um CAPTCHA. Mesmo o Bing, onde estava logado com uma conta minha da Microsoft. "Resolvendo" o CAPTCHA (que não trouxe desafios de imagem ou de texto), os resultados que vieram, em ambos, não seguiam o solicitado.
O Bing, dos dois, foi o pior, com os resultados sendo óbvias propagandas de uma plataforma de streaming famosa: os resultados do Bing eram literamente todos uma página de perguntas e respostas (???) no site de tal plataforma.
Já o Yandex até trouxe algo mais ou menos referente ao pesquisado, mas ignorou o operador "site:" (pra ser justo, talvez o Yandex não trabalhe com esses tipos de operadores de pesquisa) e a pesquisa acabou sendo entendida pelo Yandex como "site ai", o que obviamente retornou só coisas sobre IA.
Fugindo novamente um pouco do assunto principal para uma visão mais sistêmica, percebo que, do jeito que a tecnologia têm rumado, vai ter captcha pra poder resolver captcha, e anúncio pra ver anúncio. Ah, o último já tem, principalmente no Youtube... Tá surreal.
Uma música/poesia/peça de arte deve ser apreciada pelo que ela é e não por quem a fez
Concordo plenamente!
Só de saber que uma massa de usuários que gostariam de um ambiente minimamente limpo dos ruidos do cérebro digital que você escreveu me estimulou demais
Também, e foi uma das coisas que tanto trouxeram-me pro fediverso quanto levaram-me ao Geminispace. Porém, é tenso quando, por exemplo, meu tipo de expressão, que não vê fronteiras entre as diferentes áreas do conhecimento humano (falo de Lúcifer no mesmo texto onde falo de Assembly e do surrealismo de René Magritte), é facilmente confundido por outrem como sendo ruídos do cérebro digital: fica parecendo que minha expressão é um copia-e-cola de um ChatGPT quando, quem me conhece fora da tela, sabe quen esse sou eu mesmo, um sujeito ecêntrico sobrecarregado de informações.
E como já fui acusado de "conversar usando ChatGPT" (literalmente ouvi isso de uma pessoa, sob a indireta ipsis literis "não gosto quando as pessoas usam ChatGPT pra falar comigo"), atrelado ao fato de que sou de fato usuário de IAs (embora não pra esse propósito do qual fui acusado, mas provar é uma tarefa que só é possível quando a conversa está ocorrendo presencialmente), e também ao fato de que tenho a tal da "Síndrome do Impostor" onde eu facilmente duvido de mim mesmo, acabo por internalizar a acusação.
É triste que nossos trabalhos não alcancem massas como as redes das big techs
Além do alcance, eu diria que há também o fator da compreensão simbólica, do entendimento.
Por exemplo, a famosa "mensagem de Arecibo" já saiu do sistema solar e alcançou o espaço sideral, talvez tenha sido recebida por alguma forma de estrutura auto-organizante (ser vivo) extraterrestre, mas ainda que tenha alcançado-lhes, será que foi compreendida?
Nós, seres vivos, vivemos uma experiência inexoravelmente solipsística: entendemos o que nós mesmxs queremos dizer com uma expressão/vocalização, mas o entendimento do que outro ser vivo (não apenas humanos) está expressando depende desse entendimento interno, esse dicionário cognitivo interno que cada um de nós formou com base na própria percepção. E esse dicionário raramente consegue ressonar com dicionários de outros seres vivos: meu "vermelho" definitivamente não é o mesmo "vermelho" de outrem, então se falo "vermelho" querendo dizer tudo aquilo que internamente sei e sinto com o "vermelho", até pode ser que houve alcance, mas definitivamente não consegui comunicar o "vermelho" que senti de expressar.
E isso é solitário, mesmo se, e quando, potencialmente milhares de pessoas visualizaram aquilo. Biilhões de pessoas ouvem os cantos dos passarinhos, ou o choro dos bebês logo que saem do útero, e acham isso lindo, mas será que os passarinhos ou os bebês não estariam, em suas respectivas expressões, lamentando os próprios sofrimentos existenciais, ou tentando avisar-nos sobre algo cósmico, apenas para serem confundidos com "lindos sons"?
Before seeing the thread's text, I looked at the picture and I initially thought those people were kneeing and worshiping some Orange statue by Orange's orders. It's not, but I wouldn't be surprised if it were the thing happening there 😆
@a_person@piefed.social @silence7@slrpnk.net @technology@lemmy.world
Same when I tried to access the archived version of the linked article of this thread. I was faced by a TLS error I never saw before (SSL_ERROR_INTERNAL_ERROR_ALERT), so I thought the Archive Today was facing server-side issues, until I decided to try accessing through the smartphone, and no error happened there.
I only managed to access Archive Today through my computer after disabling several security things, which seems quite suspicious, as if the Archive Today were being hijacked by a MitM (possibly the FBI themselves? They're famous for setting up honeypots) who were trying to push malicious code/tracking to whomever access it.
I would be further worried if I were USian or a citizen from Global North (as I'm Brazilian and from Global South, I can tell the FBI to go pound sand, lol).
To USians, my suggestion is caution accessing Archive Today (at least the current IP address being pointed at by mainstream DNS resolvers) for a while, as the server, while seemingly Archive Today, may be actually some kind of FBI honeypot in disguise. It goes without saying how ICANN and IANA are US entities, prone to interference from three-lettered US agencies. There are alternatives to Archive Today, such as Ghost Archive and 12ft.
@MattW03@lemmy.ca @fedimemes@feddit.uk
To which extent does this graph consider non-Lemmy users interacting with other non-Lemmy users through Lemmy communities as "active Lemmy users"?
I mean, I'm right now interacting with Lemmy using Sharkey. Similarly, I notice many Mastodon and Piefed users interacting with Lemmy communities. And that's where my question comes in: would all of us count as "Lemmy users" according to the methodology behind that graph?
@TubularTittyFrog@lemmy.world
Perhaps I must illustrate this with a story I write as I compose this very reply.
Imagine someone is brought into this world, to a house of three.
Year after year, the small family slowly improves the house: the backyard got new toys for the kid to play with, a new bedroom is made, cradle becomes a desk for doing school homework. As the kid grows, he starts helping his parents with the reforms, both for him and for them.
Kid becomes teen, then he modifies much of his bedroom to fit his tastes. He grows more, then his former toys get carefully wrapped and stored for his intended, future children.
He becomes adult. He starts college and job. He's made himself a career and he got promoted. He buys himself a better PC (the first thing he got to buy with his own paycheck) and he repurposes a corner of his desk for tinkering with electronics and ham radio.
One day, a strong climatic disaster happens, and the house partially crumbles to the ground. The whole family dies in the disaster. They get buried at the local cemetery. What's left of the house is sold and the new owner, a construction corp, decides to further demolish to merge the land with the neighboring houses they also bought.
Land becomes a warehouse and, after a few decades, a data center for a mid-21st century tech corp, where exabytes are stored in quantum servers. The story of that very family, however, is nowhere to be found, as their gravestones, and the cemetery as a whole, have been seeing fewer and fewer mourning guests as time passes, also gets bulldozed cause more data centers are needed and cemeteries are such a "waste of space" for landlords.
Now there's not even a gravestone number plaque. Nobody knows the names of those who used to be buried, let alone their stories.
This is the legacy 99.99% of humans are going to leave: none at all. Every happiness and sadness, every pain and relief, every fight and war, every love and passion, everything will end up being buried and all the bones will eventually be treated as part of the dirt of a land to be repurposed, first by "powerful" wealthy people, then by Mother Nature as climate change begins to redeem back a land which was originally Hers, and finally by the cosmos after Sol dies and Andromeda finishes the merger.
Why is my life so pointless? Not just my life: the whole existence. I don't even need to rely on fictional stories: we don't know names and personal lives from all those serfs of 14th century medieval Europe struck by Plague. We, living on a world highly reliant on writing, ironically don't know the name or life of the very first Sumer person to ever do cuneiform in Mesopotamia.
And when one realizes how mindbogglingly fleeting this existence are, and how even our individual subjective experiences are just neurological tissue to be dissolved as cadaver fluids to be consumed by vultures which will also become cadavers themselves someday, it's hard to unsee the fleetness.