Epigrams

My original quips. (At least I think they are original. Those that aren’t go on the quotes page. “Words and gods” is the most suspect.)

The correct name of this page is thanks to “Epigrams” on Gwern.net.

Never meet your upstreams.

Reductionism: “We have a soul, but it’s made of lots of tiny robots.” Magitech: “We have a robot, but it’s made of lots of tiny souls.”

(Said in response to someone sharing an anti-work playlist.)

Every playlist is an anti-work playlist.

Actually, everything needs timeouts, exponential backoff, rate limiting, and usage quotas.

Poetry is an early form of proof of work.

Manual memory management, n.: The optimistic state of mind before you realize that sooner or later you will have to either abandon heap allocation altogether or implement reference counting.

If you say you are making outsider art, you probably aren’t.

A rationalist’s road to madness: between two maps of roughly equal probability choose the one that paints you as a worse person.

The brain is an inb4 machine.

Debugging is applied pessimism.

On a long enough timeline, every story becomes cosmic horror.

Touch typing is a sign language.

Words are weapons that subdue people. They cannot subdue gods.

(Re: “Should C be blamed for the Heartbleed bug?”)

Anything that requires constant vigilance is hard.