Second, the creation of a new corporate category in Argentine law: the non-human corporation. These are entities operated by AI agents or robots. Where these systems exercise independent judgment in unpredictable environments — as they must, if they are to be genuinely useful — their actions entail real risks. Limited liability is not a luxury for such entities; it is a precondition for their existence. Human shareholders may participate, but are not required.

Pakistan is a fascinating case: Same Lahore street, three years apart. May 2022: grey rooftops. Sep 2025: solar everywhere. No national programme drove this. People did the maths as grid power got pricey and panels got cheap.

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Mark Nowak said he and his family do not want his son's death 'to be used to create further division, hatred or tension'. Commentators like Vine have no interest in that. They are out to exploit and hijack Henry Nowak's murder.

I've been beach combing all this stuff it's all really cool but until this tsunami hit I didn't realize that everything here even all this other stuff in this Museum somebody had something to do with it at one time so everything it made everything real personal to me that somebody drank that bottle somebody lost that somebody might have lost their life doing this

Taste was demonised by poptimists who defined themselves as victims of those with taste. And now everyone's turned around and gone, oh shit, the robots can create everything I said I liked and I'm a slop-eater. There is no status or cultural cache in that. People are freaking the fuck out. They're trying to find out what taste even is.

I wonder whether we lived through a golden period from the end of the Cold War until the great financial crisis — no longer under an existential security threat, an underlying presumption that most shocks would be relatively limited, responded to effectively by public sector responders. That world has changed.

As it was, numerous art aficionados responded at length, savaging the flat, lifeless, uncreative AI slop, the emotionless composition, the missing spark, the lack of tranquility, the harshness, the lack of depth and symbiosis, and on and on and on. Only after they had all said their piece did SHL0MS reveal that this is an actual Monet painting.

The machines are sold as the reason for the layoffs. Increasingly they are also the cost that makes the layoffs necessary. Read that twice.

My standard answer is to tell mourners wearing headphones that there is about 120 years of good scientific research and results that demonstrates the survival of consciousness after death. Keep that in the back of your mind and if you ever want to talk about it down the line then we'll talk. But now is the time to just feel shit. Because this is a shitty thing that is happening to you.

My London where I have shaped fetishes from Thames clay and let them melt in summer rain, where I have hidden sigils in the vaults of old orphanages, where I have installed and uninstalled spirits at crossroads, where I have poured out aquavit for saints and kings, where I have gathered dust from old hanging grounds. My London is older than their London because they measure it in years, and bigger than their London because they measure it in miles.

A key aspect of “cringe” is a lack of self-awareness. “The implication of cringe is that if you had any self-awareness, you would realise that this reflects really poorly on you,” says Giner-Sorolla. “A good example,” says Dean Burnett, a Cardiff-based neuroscientist, “is when the older generation try to get involved with younger generations’ trends, behaviours; that’s cringe”. A boomer saying someone has “rizz” or is “delulu” without irony, say. It’s the act of “trying to do something and failing, but not knowing you’re failing at it”.

Because the truth is, tech doesn't have an image problem. It doesn't have a message problem. It has an intention problem. What's wrong with the axe murderer who broke into my house is not that he hasn't successfully persuaded me to buy into his narrative. What's wrong is that he's trying to kill me with an axe.

He cites an asphalt industry report which found the average British road is now typically resurfaced once in 97 years. This is a once in a longlifetime opportunity, he says, as the rutted and ravelling asphalt crunches beneath us. My children, possibly my grandchildren, might never see this road resurfaced again.

Both movies were directed by YouTube stars and cost nearly nothing to produce, upending conventional wisdom about the necessary components for a hit.

The lesson here is simple: The bottleneck to running state-of-the-art AI locally isn't just in the silicon. It's the need to understand how the inferrence engine actually works. Deeply.

Ethereum's path to relevance as infrastructure is largely settled. Its path to relevance as a monetary asset is not. Those are two different arguments, and they require two different answers.

It's the year 2026, and sometimes it feels as if we're taking a nice leisurely walk through a Museum of Wretched Ideas. Consider what's happening at home. Tariffs raise prices and restrain economic growth, while the federal government embraces both Gilded Age corruption and a version of the spoils system.

What I found compelling was its lack of such structuring devices or narrative qualities like gothic, romantic, conceptual, etc. And its lack, the blankness, even meaninglessness, was its pure, untapped potential as material.

Half the adults in Britain didn't read a book last year. ChatGPT is approaching a billion users per month, making it more popular than Wikipedia. Teachers tell me that kids in their high school and college-aged classes literally don't recognize the names 'Robin Hood' or 'King Arthur,' because they didn't grow up reading books and those stories have disappeared from culture.