The actual aesthetics of Liquid Glass itself aside, just seeing honest-to-God detail around the glyphs inside everyday app icons now and the care finally put back into it is bringing me back to 2012 Obama-era levels of hope.
Perhaps we need to say that it is rude — bordering on callous and self-centered — to take your phone out of your pocket or bag if you’re in a room with other people, that it suggests you think that those little icons on the internet you call mutuals are more interesting than the many real and respirating people around you.
One AI-powered developer tool I would definitely be interested in investing time in learning is something that doesn’t make people become Like That
You might be puzzled. That’s understandable. After all, during the election we were regaled with memes about how “millennial white women” were going to vote in Kamala as a “warmonger who drafted Gen Z me into WW3.”
“If these tools feel clunky, if they’re slowing you down, if you’re confused how other people can be so productive, you’re not broken. The data backs up what you’re experiencing. You’re not falling behind by sticking with what you know works.”
Is there a term for things British people make fun of Americans for doing that they themselves originated and brought to America but stopped doing back home while we held onto them, like calling it “soccer” or switching the hand you hold your fork in between cutting your food and eating it?
The renewed hype has sputtered; the most fervent enthusiasts have become disillusioned; critics reign triumphant: The backlash to the backlash has arrived.
Years ago I somehow enabled some hidden preference on my Mac that allows me to quit the Finder and since then I’ve been accidentally quitting and needing to relaunch the Finder multiple times a day and I have no idea if it’s even possible to disable the preference now
Is There A Name For This Type Of Online Publication Title Case Where Every Word Is Capitalized Including The Prepositions, Conjunctions And Articles?
Long story short, agents are not autonomous, they cannot “replace coders,” they are not going to do so because probabilistic models are a horrible means of taking precise actions, and almost anyone who brings up agents as a booster is either misinformed or in the business of misinformation.
There’s a name-pronunciation-as-support-signifier thing happening with Zohran Mamdani (with every detractor consolidating around “ZOE-rahn”, mostly coterminous with the “kuh-MAH-luh” people) and nobody’s talking about it
For the absolute stronghold it held over middle school boys ca. 1999–2001 it’s astonishing to me that the short haircut combed forward with gelled spikes in the front doesn’t actually have a name
There’s more public focus on how we handle hypothetical machines that are actually sentient than on how we handle the psychological problems stemming from believing non-sentient algorithms are consciously intelligent.
Do kids today still hate broccoli even after the early 2000s innovation of roasting vegetables in olive oil? There’s no way right?
And with an assist from “be” For A to be B But for the past need “were” (Not “are“) There’s nothing that can stop it From becoming copu-ler… lar
They have a deep, deep emotional attachment to the idea that the world is terrible and always getting worse. You’ll probably see some of them in the comments. People hate to be told that they are living in what is objectively, factually the golden age of civilization.
What if the real doomer scenario is that we pollute the internet and the planet, reorient our economy and leverage ourselves, outsource big chunks of our minds, realign our geopolitics and culture, and fight endlessly over technology that never comes close to delivering on its grandest promises?
The beauty of ableism as the identity crime du jour is that disability is so capacious and vague a concept, in the 21st century, that anyone you please can fall under its protection and anyone you please can be left out.
To raise a generation of young people on a nimble machine of eternal affirmation is to encode in our youth the expectation that they are always right, always wowing, and always living the hardest kind of life. In fact, this appears to be a reliable formula for the mass production of narcissism.
I’m like physically ill.
Sophie left a note for her father and me, but her last words didn’t sound like her. Now we know why: She had asked Harry to improve her note, to help her find something that could minimize our pain and let her disappear with the smallest possible ripple.