What is Hackers' Pub?

Hackers' Pub is a place for software engineers to share their knowledge and experience with each other. It's also an ActivityPub-enabled social network, so you can follow your favorite hackers in the fediverse and get their latest posts in your feed.

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현재 과학이 정의하는 "주의력(Pay of attention)"에 대한 소개와, 이에 따른 숏폼 비디오의 주의력 저하 효과에 대한 영상. 대체로 숏폼 비디오 그 자체보다는 그것을 무제한적으로 스와이프하는 경우에 "주의력" 저하가 관찰되었다고. 놀랍게도 트위터도 스크롤링이지만 해당하지 않았다고 한다. 영상 내에서도 언급하지만 뇌를 오토파일럿 모드로 만드는 것이 영향의 주된 원인이라고. What the actual science says about "brain rot" youtu.be/tdIUMkXxtHg?...

What the actual science says a...

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『今日、ICEによって殺された女性は詩人でした。彼女はオールド・ドミニオン大学で2020年のアメリカ詩人アカデミー、大学・カレッジ詩賞を受賞しました。これが彼女のバイオです:

「Renée Macklinはコロラド州コロラドスプリングス出身で、ODUでクリエイティブ・ライティングを学んでいます。彼女の詩はMetrosphereとCoronado Literary Reviewに掲載されており、現在は夫でコメディアンのTim Macklinとポッドキャストを共同ホストしています。執筆、読書、または執筆について話していないときは、映画マラソンをしたり、娘と二人の息子と一緒に乱雑なアートを作ったりしています。」

(人々は間違った女性の写真を投稿しています。赤い口紅の写真は彼女ではありません。これはReneeで、彼女のソーシャルメディアアカウントからのものです。)』

x.com/jsweetli/status/20090549

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How does one "learn IPA" ? I'm interested enough in language and accents in a hobby kind of way that I don't think I can avoid it anymore.

But I find it extraordinarily intimidating. All those backwards letters and little embellishments...

What would one do? Make some flash cards?

IPA: International Phonetic Alphabet
It's stuff like this: ˈlaŋɡuad͡ziz

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I studied Artificial Intelligence for four years, and I am not touching LLM AIs with a ten-foot pole.

It's not really about the insane electricity demands, the water usage, tho that's a good reason. It's not even, if I'm honest, about the disastrous effect on the sum of all human art and knowledge.

It's because a) I've studied enough AI to know it's a trick, a sort of linguistic illusion, and b) I've studied enough everything else to understand that I'm not immune to such illusions.

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Trump urges Venezuela to cut economic ties with China, Russia

Trump is demanding that Venezuela’s interim leader sever economic relations with China, Russia, Iran and Cuba as a condition for being permitted to increase its oil production, according to US media outlets.

“First, the country must kick out China, Russia, Iran and Cuba and sever economic ties,”

“Second, must agree to partner exclusively with the US on oil production and favour when selling heavy crude oil.”

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"let's have everything fade in as the user scrolls" — any advice persuading against that? I lose the argument almost every time 😔

1. It looks tacky
2. It's annoying af
3. probably kills web vital metrics

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You can now ask us for your raw event-level data exports (Enterprise only).

This is ideal for data warehousing, internal analytics, compliance reporting, or other advanced use cases.

We’ll work with you to agree on the data fields and schema, export format, delivery method, and schedule, then automatically deliver the data on an ongoing basis.

And yes: “Raw” still means no compromises on privacy! No IP addresses, no user agents, no personal data.

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“WAGMI” — we're all gonna make it — was crypto's 2021 rallying cry. But those with wealth and power knew it was a lie, and that “all” just meant them. My latest traces the last five years from hype to technoligarchy — and why they're not all gonna make it either.

citationneeded.news/the-year-o

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DON PASQUALE KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED TO THE VAMPIRES

My taxi crawled through a winding road. There were cypresses around, dark and quiet. Light was warm orange. What a beautiful country.

I was left by a big house, made of pale stone. The car disappeared behind a dust cloud.

By the door there was a man. He was old, bald, a bit overweight, but looked healthy. He wore a blue tie, a stripped vest and a white shirt.

"Buon giorno!", he said. Waived a hand.

"Hello! What a lovely day."

"You are Mr. Corbetto, I suppose". I loved how it sounded. For an instant I considered officially changing my name to that.

"Miroslav Corbett. Nice to meet you, Don Pasquale."

"Please, come in."

I found myself in a room with a very high ceiling. Three chairs and a table; the tablecloth showed a pattern of light green flowers. There was a bottle of wine, two short glasses and a dish with slices of something. The same reddish light I saw outside flowed through an oval window like a spotlight. A grey mutt was sleeping under it and ignored me with royal elegance.

"Have a bit of pecorino toscano", said Mr. Pasquale. "It's magnificient."

I had a piece. He was right.

He filled the two glasses with wine.

"I'm sorry, no alcohol for me", I said.

He shrugged and took a sip from his glass, visibly delighted.

"So, what do you want to know?", he said, inviting me to sit down.

"As I told you in my letter, my job is documenting things. Specifically, things that are happening after the Great Anomaly."

"That was a very big fuckup", he said. His English was thick but precise.

"It was. Many issues has been fixed since then, but many others are still dangling. A bunch of creatures crossed The Seam, wreaking havoc and spoiling everything."

"You bet it. We had several of those motherfuckers here. It was hard to put them down, but we finally did it."

"I'm sure you did."

"Ain't you one of the Cleaners that many talk about?", he said while having another sip of wine.

"Oh, no, no", I said. "Those are great and effective fellows, but I'm just a documentalist. I just take notes and fill forms."

"You fill Excel sheets, do you?", he said while winking. Microsoft software products were known to be one of the causes of the Great Anomaly and consequently banned forever. I smiled back. A risky joke. But all OK.

"Only paper ones, I swear."

"Superb!"

The dog stretched, sucked his balls and got back to sleep.

I asked Don Pasquale about how hard the Great Anomaly striked here.

"Oh, very badly.", he replied, "There are still some unfixed issues, but mainly just places and images, nothing too severe. We also had a bunch of that filthy bloodsuckers fucking around. You know, the Vampires, they even kidnapped the innkeeper's daughter, never to be seen again."

Through the window a red brick tower could be seen, behind a bunch of hills. It looked smooth, almost painting-like, under the sunlight. I found it very distracting for some reason, so I forced me to look away.

"This is the main reason I'm here.", I said, my mind slightly blurred. "They are usually very hard to eradicate, and I wanted to ask you if you know what happened to them."

"Oh, yes.", said Mr. Pasquale while munching a slice of cheese. "We just took them one by one and forced them to watch several of those awful young adult movies featuring Vampires, you know, the ones with the sparkling skin kids and such. Ha ha. Those filthy flying rats are tough motherfuckers, but they could not swallow the cheessy flicks full of bland, pale, skinny crybabies. Then we hit with a second strike: we read them a bunch of those romance fantasy crappy books with all that cringy sex scenes and stupid dialog and cardboard characters."

"Wow."

"Yes. That was what we did. And then they left. One after another. The Vampires were horrified with how we humans represented them. They flew away because they were ASHAMED."

I was speechless. And then I found myself looking at the chapitel of the shimmering red tower again.

"Try not to look at that tower too much,", said Don Pasquale, suddenly aware, "as it can be dangerous. You know, that is one of the effects of the Great Anomaly we haven't fixed yet. It looks very real, beautiful even. But it makes you think, it makes you wish, that you can just pass over those hills and find the base of the tower and cross the door and climb up to the battlements and toll the bells, but you can't. It's not really there. It's a trompe-l'oeil. You will never get to it, as it's always beyond the horizon, all while looking very close. You can get obsessed about going there and lose your mind and die of thirst and hunger trying to reach it."

I wasn't listening. I was anxious. I was just craving to go to the tower.

Fortunately, Mr. Pasquale took me by the hand and carried me to the back of the house. There, a bunch of kittens were chasing each other. Their mother, a magnificient cat with a pure white fur, was watching them with loving boredom. It was a mundane but captivating scene. I returned to the real world, but not immediately.

previously



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