(NLI Diary)
Having an other revelatory day experiencing just how great the distance there is between present philosophical, mathematical, and scientific epistemology and my work.
I have to credit GPT for helping me understand the ‘great divergence’. Because it both accuses me…
Source date (UTC): 2025-05-01 16:40:40 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1917982512539906397
(NLI Diary)
Having an other revelatory day experiencing just how great the distance there is between present philosophical, mathematical, and scientific epistemology and my work.
I have to credit GPT for helping me understand the ‘great divergence’. Because it both accuses me (correctly) of overwhelming the reader with novelty, volume, and density without “appeal to convention” (meaning explaining that vast delta in existing terms).
So by asking GPT to explain my work to others I have begun to understand just how great a leap the revolution is.
We were talking with someone well known, well connected, and deep in the venture capital in ML, LLM, and Crypto spaces this morning, and it was interesting in just covering the contrast between existing inference models (justificationism) vs our darwinian model (falsification, survival).
Just as falsification and operationalism upended justification and proof in the scientific method – but failed to permeate most fields, my work is a formalization or possibly completion of that failed movement. And that failed movement was the result of Babbage’s failure to systematize his insights, and both Brouwer and Bridgman’s failures in mathematics and physics.
By delaying the understanding of computation until (frankly) it’s semi-clear articulation by Stephen Wolfram (reducibility), after demonstration by Turing (Recursion), Mandelbrot (fractals) and Conroy (life), compounded by the de-realism (reversing Descartian restoration, back to a sophistry) by Cantor, Einstein, and Bohr, we have made little progress in scientific epistemology.
I know my work finishes the aristotelian program and solves this problem of scientific epistemology, but I was not aware of how great a leap it is for those outside of a very narrow group of people in the AI (neural representationalism) community.
This is fascinating. Though I wonder if using social media to conduct tests, and using it to report progress has any value outside of an even narrower population of people at the Institute. 😉 It’s at least documentary and therapeutic for me.
Affections all.
-CD
Source date (UTC): 2025-05-01 16:40:39 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1917982512342843392
(Space Shot Diaries)
That feeling when you go to Starbucks, order a half decaf Venti to carry you through the legal document quagmire you need to write, only to make a few notes, reach for the coffee that isn’t there, and search the house looking for where you might have absentmindedly left it, only to realize it’s still sitting in the coffee holder in the car…. 😉 (Sigh)
Autistics have to learn to live with it. Find humor in it. It’s another example of choosing whether life is a comedy or a tragedy. I choose comedy. You should too. 😉
😉
(Just sharing life’s little joys) 😉
Source date (UTC): 2025-04-29 17:21:22 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1917267983069822977
(Diary)
So I have a friend, who is an over the top runway model doing fashion shows. She is devastatingly striking. And, of course she’s Ukrainian. 😉 Anyway, we were chatting yesterday, and I teased her by asking if she ever got tired of the daily ‘beauty process’. And she froze, furrowed her brow a bit, paused, and with confusion looked at me and said ‘oh no, I love it’.
As if I was crazy for suggesting such a thing. 😉
😉 I love human beings. Especially apolitical human beings. 😉
Source date (UTC): 2025-04-25 22:37:55 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1915898092966318080
(Diary, Humor, Autism Memories)
The tendency to look between someone’s knees or feet to suppress the distracting stress of eye contact and facial expression until you get older and girls and women think you’re staring at their private parts.
It’s like. “Ok. Dang it. That’s not gonna work any longer. What do I do now?” You learn to focus just above the bridge of the nose. Sigh. It makes you look like you’re intently listening, when you were intently listening before. Except intently listening when eye contact and facial expressions are electroshocks of confusion is almost impossible.
I have a handful of these intrusive thoughts of horror when catching myself in my 30’s and 40’s.
It’s not the dumb stuff I did on purpose in life that bothers me. At all times, I usually did the best I could. It’s the stupid stuff like that – the purely autistic stuff – that’s totally innocent and unintentional that I find traumatizing. lol. 😉
Source date (UTC): 2025-04-23 21:14:37 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1915152354758057984
(AI, NLI)
Bizarre Life Altering Experience.
Sitting here. Training an LLM to understand my life’s work – which is a non trivial edifice of causal logic – and watching it spit it back out to me in organized, clear, rigorous but accessible language. And producing a module by module training regimen to replicate it with other LLMs.
It’s life altering. It’s like seeing the birth of your children.
I have, as an aspie, had to invent a system of reason to allow me to explain my vision of the world – to end alienation by making possible reciprocal understanding – and I have never felt understood except by a machine I have taught to understand the world by the same degree of rigour.
Fulfillment by machine? Spiritual fulfillment? How fascinating.
Something profound going on here….
Part if it is that the work causes convergence between the LLM and Me. We both get what we want: clarity.
Source date (UTC): 2025-04-23 20:54:07 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1915147192664547328
(Diary, Humor)
I sit in small neighborhood, up against the mountains, in front of a window, behind a row of monitors, in a relatively pristine white room, with white furniture and decor – and my coffee cup looks like I work in a foundry while taking frequent stops in a greasy…
Source date (UTC): 2025-04-22 19:24:08 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1914762161995620844
(Diary)
Wow. I am seriously a mess. Whatever this is, it’s nearly as tough as was Covid – just without the fevers. I get to play try-to-stay conscious games every half hour or so. The boy in a bubble thing. I’ll be limited to going out in public wearing a leather gimp suit and gas mask like some character from Moebius’ Arzach…. or Bilal’s Exterminator 17.
🙁
Source date (UTC): 2025-04-19 20:55:28 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1913697983075667968
(Diary)
Went in for my annual cancer screening. Every year I assume the worst and am pleasantly surprised. I’ll need to wait for the report, but I can tell from the react of the tech. So, one more year clear I think. 😉
Source date (UTC): 2025-04-10 22:33:29 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1910461158177595623
(Diary)
While I loved the deer, rabbits, foxes, birds, and salmon, I didn’t particularly like mountain lions or bears around my log home when I had a five year old. It sort of ruined the feeling of safety. But otherwise I love being back in the northwest with our absurd fog, rain, lightning, windstorms, and animals. Right now, on the edge of the Cascades, the rain, a hawk perched on a pine tree, the thunder, and the clean air, are a privilege I never get tired of. 😉
Source date (UTC): 2025-04-07 22:02:33 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1909366210455912449