Både mindfulness och känsloreglering ingår också som delar i Idrottshoppet, så det är värt att beakta eventuella risker med dessa metoder.
Kan Suicide zeros nya material faktiskt öka risken istället för att förebygga självmord?
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Khruangbin?
Eine Folie für unseren Workshop "KI-Teamwork: Gemeinsam mehr erreichen" am Montag. Bin gespannt, wieviel die Teilnehmer:innen in 60 Minuten intensiv-Teamwork zusammen mit der #KI zusammengeschraubt kriegen!
Unsere Arbeitshypothese: das Arbeiten mit KI muss weniger technisch erlernt als vielmehr "kulturell eingeübt" werden - und der naheliegendste Rahmen dafür ist nicht allei…
Warum ich bei der Klimakrise keine Hoffnung mehr habe? Weil das Wort Kapitalismus nicht mal mehr erwähnt wird.
Was soll das?
https://www.instagram.com/p/DKR8nWlRtZi/
Calamus 18 City of my walks and joys!
A celebration of Manhattan. I love Whitman's embrace of cities as being just as vital as nature unspoiled. It reflects the humanist aspect of his joy in the world, not a Thoreau-like rejection of civilization.
I also love that Whitman is writing about cruising the streets, making eye contact with potential lovers, celebrating offerings of love.
as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love
Offering me the response of my own—these repay me,
Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.
Whitman punched up the first line in later editions, escalating to "City of orgies, walks and joys!"
This https://arxiv.org/abs/2301.03906 has been replaced.
initial toot: https://mastoxiv.page/@arXiv_mat…
Warum ich bei der Klimakrise keine Hoffnung mehr habe? Weil das Wort Kapitalismus nicht mal mehr erwähnt wird.
Was soll das?
https://www.instagram.com/p/DKR8nWlRtZi/
I'm getting a lot of mileage out of ChatGPT but it's very hard to trust it when it so confidently gets the most basic arithmetic wrong. I asked it to find an integer N such that N choose 2 = 90. It says 15. But 15 choose 2 = 105, not 90. It showed me a convincing looking equation but it's literally just wrong math.
Calamus 17 Of him I love day and night
A disturbing poem about death, the death of a lover, the death of a city, the death of the poet. And Whitman's own dismissal of death, or at least of memorializing it.
Reading this as someone who grew up in the 80s, I can only read this in reflection on the AIDS crisis. Of my own community's deaths.
And I found that every place was a burial-place,
The houses full of life were equally full of death
The poem doesn't offer any solace in this reading. It is just a marker of death and being exposed to so much death that we are inured to it.
Speaking of "Adhesiveness" in 1960 David Hockney made a painting titled Adhesiveness. Which arguably depicts Walt Whitman fucking David Hockney, the labels 23 23 and 4 8 being a basic numeric code. Along with We Two Boys Together Clinging these two early works are Hockney referencing Whitman and being explicit about being gay. More info in this article and this one.