"“What’s mine is mine, right?” reads the headline of an advertising graphic designed by Tlon employee Romina Malta, whose aesthetic direction has shaped Urbit’s brand identity. "

Malta’s commission work is pretty much what my friend PK was doing in Chicago in the 90s. Not saying she’s copying, just that it’s not terribly fresh.

https://chicagographicdesign.club/articles/the-world-of-chicago-typographer-patric-king/

“The roadmap assures that they have retained a “world renowned architect (to be announced)” to design the city”

$5 says they claim to be using an AI-simulated Frank Gehry.

LessWrong (Taylor’s Version)

That survey was taken over a year ago. Attitudes may have shifted somewhat by this point.

https://bsky.app/profile/gbbranstetter.bsky.social/post/3lwobzemlz22j

And most of the contributors have other jobs.

Eponymous even. Guess they don’t know who named sneerclub.

Mister Sneerclub of the Newport Sneerclubs, of course.

You might need to update that to “racist wax hotdog” judging from his appearance lately.

My vision is to build realistic (non-nanotech) self-replicating robots to brute-force the problem of inadequate science funding

Guillotines ought to be sufficient.

The T is for Tincel.

I hope Sailer is happy he finally got the “African ‘big man’ presidency” he was sure Obama would be, from Trump.

I wonder if anyone’s going to show up naked because they assumed it was an orgy.

I’m starting to think maybe it was a mistake to let nerd media take over the world.

Eugenics? A guy going bald that early?

Merriam-Webster says “marked by a wild irrational staring of the eyes”

Which sounds a bit more accurate than a mere physical quirk.

Weird that a young lesbian couple would be so anti-gay.

Welcome to Alcor Towers.

Someone send Roko a copy of James K. Morrow’s novel “Towing Jehovah” which involves the enormous corpse of God being towed, by a (much smaller) oil tanker, from near the Equator north to a fijord for burial in a cave. (I lost interest toward the end).

It’s not strictly relevant - I don’t think the crew sets up on the corpse itself - but it’d be fun to watch where Roko’s head goes.

“Step One: We kill God. Step Two: We harvest the cadaver, plastinate it, and build our city.”

A million red-hot tungsten balls.

Just program the godlike AI to turn everything into pykrete instead of paperclips.

Problem solved.

I suspect there are people who have complicated theories about the relative whiteness rankings, and thus superiority, of natives of Belgium, Luxembourg, and the Netherlands.