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10:19 am
Labels: ai, artifical intelligence, llms, machine learning, recursion, rsi, superintelligence, tubes
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Glyn Moody
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10:38 am
Labels: abstract, ai, chain of thought, conjecture, duel, Erdős, llms, maths, patience, proof, refutation
With the latest incarnation of its search engine, Google is making the World Wide Web as we have known it for over 30 years invisible, and therefore increasingly irrelevant to most people, who will be happy to let Google become their universal user interface to everything. And yet Google still depends on the Internet to supply all the information it is analysing and repackaging. It risks killing the very thing that sustains it.
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Glyn Moody
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7:59 am
Labels: agents, ai, altavista, artificial intelligence, black box, genai, Google, interface, internet, links, llms, lycos, publishing, search, training, webcrawler, world wide web
Hadopi is not quite dead yet: the French government could try to solve the two problems pointed out by the CJEU and confirmed by the Conseil d’État, by setting up yet more independent bodies to handle these specific aspects of Hadopi. That would involve throwing even more taxpayers’ money at an approach that has not only failed completely, but which is fundamentally misguided. Clearly, trying to keep the moribund Hadopi alive in this way would be an irrational and wasteful thing for the French government to contemplate; but given this is the world of copyright, it might well try to do it anyway.
Via Walled Culture
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Glyn Moody
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12:25 pm
Labels: cjeu, copyright, france, graduated response, hadopi, three strikes
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Glyn Moody
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2:48 pm
Labels: asimov, clown, donald trump, elections, empire, foundation trilogy, mathematics, mule, psychohistory, statistics, wars
In other words, today’s obsession with protecting intellectual monopolies above all else could one day prove a major obstacle to fighting — and winning — future wars.
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Glyn Moody
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7:29 am
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Glyn Moody
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2:32 pm
Labels: apple, calendar, camera, doomscrolling, ebook, map, smartphone, steve jobs, translator, tv
Posted by
Glyn Moody
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12:10 pm
Labels: ai, art, comms, databases, internet, poetry, sonnet, spreadsheets, troubadours, word processors
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| Just don't call him Alexander the Great |
The most amazing thing about this place is that it exists, a complete culture and nation that practically no one outside knows about. It is like a secret land, hiding in plain sight. This ensemble – the square, statues, river, buildings – is astonishing. Although quite new, it has an eternal, classical feel to it. It brings to mind The Ideal City, usually attributed to the architect and artist Fra Carnevale.
A short trip to the mysterious and little-known Skopje, capital of North Macedonia, with its intriguing mixture of ancient Ottoman culture and in-your-face neoclassicism. It also has 202 red double-decker buses - made in China.
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Glyn Moody
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1:08 pm
Labels: albanian, archaeology, bazaar, earthquakes, galleon, guns, mother goddess, north macedonia, ottoman empire, romans, skopje, turkish cuisine, venus
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| Atmospheric corridors inside the Büyük Valide han |
It is dark, with few lights, and all kinds of junk piled in the corridors. On each side there is an amazing variety of small rooms. A few are surprisingly glamorous showrooms. Others are simple workspaces, with people cutting cloth, or making jewellery. Some are half-bare rooms full of tools and equipment, a few men working with pieces of metal. One or two are on two floors, with internal stairs rising to another level. In one corner, there is a café, supposedly with a fine view of the sea. Since we had already enjoyed a fine view from Mimar Sinan café, we gave this a miss.
A return after three decades to the ancient and amazing city of Istanbul, now a pullulating supercity of 16 million people. Alongside the famous sights – Hagia Sophia, the Basilica Cistern and Topkapi palace – and the mosque masterpieces of the world's greatest architect, Mimar Sinan, a host of out-of-the-way gems to be discovered among the city's many steep hills.
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Glyn Moody
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11:22 am
Labels: basilica cistern, black sea, bosphorus, golden horn, hagia sophia, han, istanbul, mimar sinan, mosques, topkapi palace, trams, turkey
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| A perfectly-preserved Roman statue of Victory, found in Brescia |
To Pinacoteca Martinengo. We’re practically the only visitors, of course. A room with some great frescoes – one with a huge, shaggy dog. Another room, with two Raphaels – real ones. Weird pic by Moretto – Last Supper. Christ has a hippy hat with badges, and a shell pinned on the left shoulder. Pilgrim symbols, apparently. The maid is carrying a dish of what looks like roast monkey, and none too fresh. Striking pic of Christ and Veronica, with lots of soldiers looking fearful. By Il Cariani.
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Glyn Moody
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1:26 pm
Labels: brescia, brixia, frescoes, laocoon, messerschmidt, moretto, mosaics, raphael, romans, ruins, santa giulia, Sofonisba Anguissola, temple, victory
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| A river to ford, a blocked road to clear, a broken bridge to circumvent |
Journey from Quba was amazing, not least because it was in two distinct parts. For half an hour, we passed 12 to 15 hotels, dozens of restaurants. Already very developed there, beautiful, but tamed, rather like the landscapes around Lake Garda. Then suddenly, through a narrow gorge and we are in a wild, beautiful country. Stone walls rising hundreds of metres, a deep valley. It’s raining, but that adds to the beauty. After the narrow gorge, some stunning rock formations. Beyond, a long road was visible, rising, rather like the one that led to Song-Köl in Kyrgyzstan.
Because of the broken bridge here, we had to drive across the river bed, ford the river, and then drive up a steep bank. The lorry finally moved, and we were able to descend along the road it had blocked. The bridge was being rebuilt with two concrete walls, but there a huge gap from the old road, which had been swept away with the bridge by the immense force of the river in spate.
A trip to the little-visited but fascinating Azerbaijan, passing from its fast-developing seaside capital Baku to the isolated hilltop village of Khinalug, deep in the heart of the Caucasus mountains. Unforgettable.
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Glyn Moody
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9:41 am
Labels: azerbaijan, baku, caucasus, flame towers, gas, khinalug, mugham, oil, petroglyphs, quba
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| The view from Canoe, book and cocktail to hand |
In Canoe, on the 54th floor of the Toronto-Dominion Bank tower (a Ludwig Mies van der Rohe project, apparently). Stunning views south – to the small landing strip on the nearby island, and west. Air wonderfully clear today. Earlier, lunch in St Lawrence Market. Not quite as I remember it, but a good atmosphere, spoilt somewhat by the live lobsters in tanks, waiting to be killed, probably slowly and horribly… Then to here, for the view, not the booze and expensive foods in this upmarket business lunch/dinner spot. Small prop planes landing every few minutes at the airport. Not many A380s so far, alas…
Returning to Toronto, 35 years later. Some things the same, some different. The good news: the Art Gallery of Ontario has many more paintings by the Group of Seven. Wonderful stuff.
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Glyn Moody
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8:01 am
Labels: ago, boardwalk, canoe, cn tower, gehry, georgia, group of seven, henry moore, hummingbird, inuit, issyk-kul, khachapuri, lake ontario, murals, oriole, queen street, rom, streetcar, tbilisi, toronto
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| Looking towards the old town and the surrounding hills |
Up on the observation deck, a watery sun above me. I can pick out landmarks of the old town. And see how utterly vulnerable it was to snipers… Air slightly hazy, maybe smoke. Car horns rise from below – they are used a lot here. Also striking how people will park anywhere – even worse than in Italy. Actually, looking towards the airport, pretty clear the haze is fumes. The air not too healthy, I suspect. The tower good and stable – I’ve not felt any swaying…. The railway below looks rusty and dilapidated – a bit like those in Tbilisi and Chisinau. I love these views from high places.
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| Black metal shutters in Svrzo's house |
Amazing black window shutters made of metal – bronze? - they look like 3D versions of Rothko’s paintings, rich rectangles hanging in space more literally than in the pix. Overall, the minimalist vibe plus the use of wood has a distinctly Japanese feel. A big panel of thick planks can be folded down to close the staircase leading to the internal courtyard. As well as the beauty of the workmanship, what is striking about this place is the scale: room after room, all gorgeously appointed. Amazingly, I had the place entirely to myself. Also in the museums, this morning, no more than five other people.
A short trip to Sarajevo, a uniquely Muslim and European city where some of the most tragic events of recent times took place.
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Glyn Moody
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4:31 pm
Labels: Baščaršia, Bosnia, islam, princip, ramadan, River Miljacka, sevdalinka, siege, snipers, Svrzo’s house, trams
Sitting inside the Kvetera fortress church. What an astonishing masterpiece. Its form, with the four main apses linked by smaller infills. The shocking blue of the tiled roof. And inside, the porous, almost edible stone makes the whole surface alive.
The columns have wonderful capitals – with square elements in the upper corners, and semicircles in the lower parts. Amazingly original, you wonder what the architect/stonemason was thinking when they came up with it…
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| High in the mountains, at the heart of Kyrgyzstan |
Thanks to the driver, we reach the pass at 3,400 metres - very cold, but we did arrive. The view on the other side just staggering - the mountains behind Bishkek, seen from the south. To the west, Kyzart. Then a deep rut in the mud caused us to skid, with the car at an angle to the road, and tipping upwards at what seems 45 degrees, wheels spinning hopelessly. We had to gather from the surrounding fields suitably big but flat stones and put them under the wheel to provide some grip. Got out finally, but road still really bad…
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Glyn Moody
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9:16 am
Labels: almaty, bishkek, china, issyk-kul, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, xinjiang, yurt
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| The entrance to the Yaghnob valley |
At the last fork in the road for us: up to Margib, down to the Yaghnob valley. Two huge peaks lour over the village here, green follows the river. Just stunning. The road here long, long, long, but worth it. Not met anyone else along this stretch. Before we got to Anzob, a few lorries, some carrying coal. Turns out my driver has a water melon to deliver, so we follow the road to another part of Margib village. Fine by me, but means we will get to Dushanbe late…
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Glyn Moody
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10:31 am
Labels: anzob, dushanbe, margib, mountains, tajikistan, yaghnob valley
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| The Guggenheim Bilbao by night |
By the cathedral in the old town. The smell of drains, and a light rain falling. A characteristic feature of the houses in this district is the glassed-in balconies – like Turkey and Georgia. Strange to see them here.
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Glyn Moody
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3:39 pm
Labels: arriaga, basque, bilbao, black notebook travels, guggenheim, txakoli
Posted by
Glyn Moody
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2:42 pm
Labels: ceta, copyright, dma, dsa, encryption, europe, free software, freedom of speech, freelance, open access, open data, open science, open source, privacy, surveillance, TTIP, work
Empire's End
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The Tale of a Tourist
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