The astronomy campus I used to make regular visits to had a pair of 36" Dobs. They were tall enough that you would need a ladder of some sort to reach the eyepiece depending on the position. I only got to view with my eyes, but they were impressive compared to my 6". I always wanted to try imaging from one of those. The same place also had a pair similar to the link you provided, only, they were set up to be a stereoscopic viewing. I never got that experience though as nobody ever wanted to go through the painful alignment process. People have come up with some interesting ideas on how to view the sky
> Can I use AI to get on the global leaderboard? Please don't use AI / LLMs (like GPT) to automatically solve a day's puzzles until that day's global leaderboards are full. By "automatically", I mean using AI to do most or all of the puzzle solving, like handing the puzzle text directly to an LLM. The leaderboards are for human competitors; if you want to compare the speed of your AI solver with others, please do so elsewhere. (If you want to use AI to help you solve puzzles, I can't really stop you, but I feel like it's harder to get better at programming if you ask an AI to do the programming for you.)
It's unclear what model was used for the outputs mentioned in the article, but here's the short story that Claude gave me for the same prompt:
---
Here is a dystopian short story in the style of Margaret Atwood set in Canada:
The Snows Came Early That Year
The snows came early that year, blanketing the prairies in white before the harvest was complete. I awoke to howling winds rattling the panes of my solitary cabin, the radio readout blinking ominously, batteries too weak to check the weather reports again. I shuffled outside in layers of wool and coveralls, squinting against the icy gusts, to find the chicken coop door ripped clean off. Feathers and blood painted the snow crimson. The four hens I had left were gone, with only scattered tracks and droplets leading into the tree line to indicate the predator's escape.
I cursed under my frosted breath, the bitter wind stealing away my words. Food had already been scarce, each winter harder than the one before. I shuttered the coop and turned back inside just as the power flickered and went out. Now there was no heat, no light, no way to cook. The solar panels would be useless under the heavy snows.
As I sat wrapped in furs, watching my breath turn to plumes of smoke in the gloom, I made a plan to walk to town when the blizzard passed. Perhaps barter some handicrafts for a few days of rations. The trek would be risky, but staying here held a different kind of peril. The food stocks in my locked pantry were dangerously low. There was no choice but to go.
The Katskil wolves would likely be on the prowl, their numbers multiplying as the animal population declined. Stay to the road, move quick, keep head down. Don't attract attention. Don't look too frail, too thin, too cold. The robotic guards at the checkpoints would be indifferent to my starvation, but opportunistic thieves might not. This was the world we inhabited now. Hold fast to what is yours. Trust no one. Every day another fight to survive. My grandmother's voice echoed in my mind...from her days before the collapse: "Don't lose hope, girl. It's always darkest before the dawn." But that was in another era, now lost to us. There were no more dawns ahead, only the howling dark.
I'm not sure if you're trying to say that this output is better, but in my opinion it is very much not.
I don't think that someone that wrote "you fit into me", would use the abundance of qualificatives that this text has. Furthermore there's nothing of Atwood's style that I can detect in it. The only interesting bit for me is the inverted assumption that the voice that speaks to us is male, but I feel like even that's too lame of a device for something a veteran author would do.
Is there any word on whether the modem has moved to a different supplier? I previously suffered challenges having to soft-reset Pixel 6/7 to "Fix Connectivity" fairly frequently.
Given recent discussion on what super intelligent machines might mean and whether they're even possible in the first place I thought I'd link to this hyperbolic throwback that is still relevant even as the broader discourse starts to think more seriously about this topic 5 years later.
I work at Anthropic, and we're hiring a Prompt Engineer & Librarian [1]. Expected salary range for this position is $175k - $335k/yr. Please apply if you could be a good fit based on the job posting. And no, we don't require "seven years of experience in prompt engineering" - but we would be looking for other signals that help differentiate your strengths in this emerging field.
NON-LINEAR STORYTELLING
December 2014 (30 hours)
> In winter of 2014, I applied for a job in the Creative Department at Wizards of the Coast, working on storylines for the Magic: The Gathering trading card game. This was a supplemental piece submitted with my application, meant to demonstrate creativity, world-building, and outside-the-box-thinking.
