Death is a displaced name for a linguistic predicament. - Paul de Man
Het lievelingsboek van mijn jeugd was Pluk van de Petteflet. Ik had vanwege mijn bizar slechte geheugen voor verhalen vergeten waar het eigenlijk om ging in het boek. Voor mij is het na dertig jaar dus ook spannend om het voor te lezen aan mijn vijfjarige dochter Miru. Iedere dag roept ze "Pluktime!" na het ...
From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends. - Hilaire Belloc
“It would not be much of a universe if it wasn't home to the people you love.” Stephen Hawking, 1942-2018
listen to Bach (and die)
there is no landscape but a row of black I totem poles absolution dogs us in complex fugues played on a mole's sleeping belly mad frogs wearing unreliable diapers augur a couple more dimensions in which we thrive like ferns in giant forests (we eat the lumens) and keep patenting that impossible is nothing
On my way home
I walk rather straight to the subway station an old hooker says fuck fuck fuck let's go fuck it is the umpteenth century there are those days that I just want to lie in the grass there are those that I want to answer my call unambiguous days, blushing in abundant sunlight days I talk ...
Ethics and Artificial Intelligence
Without further ado, let's assume the AI has all information available and imagine a debate with the world's foremost human intellectual. The AI will have a flawless argument that takes into account all the information in a superhuman fashion a human intellectual can never attain. Its rational reasoning is far superior. Recall the