Hauntings and Warnings

Jul. 24th, 2026 06:40 pm
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A small flock of mourning doves has started nesting in the trees behind our driveway, they're frequently out in the driveway foraging. Erica always described them as "haunting" the driveway.

Work is busy, Erica's two weeks of Parts and Crafts camp are wrapping up and she's headed to Dallas with Julie for some travel with Julie's parents and her cousin Emilia.

The news that's been most occupying my mind this week is the Hugging Face incident, in which an OpenAI AI system doing a cybersecurity test broke out of its sandbox and into an entirely different aforementioned company, using both novel exploits and exfiltrated credentials, in an attempt to do the equivalent of swiping the answer key. Real-world misaligned AI systems have come a long way from merely rude to actually felonious. To me, this seems pretty clearly unambiguously the sort of "warning shot" in the "will we get a warning shot before AI-caused catastrophe" hypothetical, which of course immediately moves the goalposts to "will we get a warning shot big enough to count". (And does "big enough to count" have to have a large death toll? Is putting it that way too grim?) It is the iconic mix of hilarious, amazing, and concerning that defines the modern era. It's the singularity all right.

uticabbq

Jul. 17th, 2026 11:11 pm
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Recently [personal profile] roozle and I stumbled across a BBQ joint on the outskirts of Utica and had one of those sublime sorts of experiences that would strain credulity if you saw it in a movie. The owner (and only employee) fed us great conversation and incredible food that stood with a foot firmly in the barbeque traditions of Appalachia and the other foot firmly in the modern fusion foodie universe. Grilled cornbread with scallions. Slaw made with rice wine vinegar. Sticky ribs falling off the bone, with miso in the sticky and peanuts on top. Smoky wings with Korean sauce. Street corn with quotation marks around the name that were somehow at once the kind of interpretation you expect from those and absolutely true to the essence of the original dish. Artisan root beers from across the country. We sat at the bar and told him to just feed us rather than picking what we wanted and you should do that too. All of it was glorious.

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244 Roosevelt Dr (corner of Seward Ave)
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Hours by chance, and in particular unrelated to anything Google might have to say, but usually 7 days.

Smoke Dome

Jul. 15th, 2026 04:57 pm
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Boston is enshrouded in a thick haze the last two days. It's dim at midday, and the sun in the late afternoon looks ominous, muted and red. At least the haze seems to be high up, the air quality at ground level isn't noticeably uncomfortable, though there is perhaps a faint aroma of woodsmoke.

A Significant Year

Jul. 12th, 2026 05:14 pm
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Having Melissa and Simon and my parents in town the week before last was great. We got to take Simon on the swan boats in the Public Garden, I don't think I've been on those since I was a kid. The weather was extremely hot.

Last week, we were at Sandy Island. The camp had been damaged by a line of storms with severe microbursts a few weeks back, damaging lots of the trees on the south side of the island. Three cabins were totaled and many more damaged, though the damaged cabins were repaired and two of the three totaled ones were demoed and rebuilt before camp started. I think you might have to reach back to the hurricane of '38 to find an instance when the camp suffered weather damage that severe.

The weather during our camp week was great, though. Only one night that was uncomfortably hot, no seriously rainy days. And Melissa and Simon had a great time, too. Last year they had to duck out early when Simon got an ear infection, severely disrupting his sleep.

Camp is always the week of July 4, and this time that was on a Saturday so the start of camp. The 4th being on a weekend and also the occasion of America's 250th meant even more fireworks on the lake than usual. Camp starting July 4 also made this one of the rare weeks where I get to celebrate my birthday at camp, my 40th, so I'm officially done with my young adulthood and entering middle age. (Yeah, dividing life into two-decade intervals like that is arbitrary, but I think it fits well.) I'm excited, though I'm even more uncertain about the two upcoming decades than I was about the last two. In some ways, I'm very securely situated, in other ways the world (even as intersects with my life specifically) is all the more chaotic (and 2006 did not seem like a peak of global calm). And of course the next two decades overlaps with the end of Erica's childhood and the start of her young adult years.

At camp, I read Platform Decay by Martha Wells (pulp sci-fi, I love the Murderbot series), Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (another book on my "I should read that some time" list for far too long, it's a classic for a reason with absurdist humor and over-the-top characters that remind me of Monty Python or (probably a better comparison) Black Adder, though a bit darker in tone), and Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clark (classic sci-fi, very strange and a classic for a reason).
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