Not much info yet, but I grew up on Digg, so I’m cautiously optimistic. Probably no Fediverse support, but honestly, any Reddit alternative is a win. Really hoping for real API access and third-party apps.

I’ve been day dreaming about a social media platform built entirely on a peer-to-peer (P2P) model, leveraging the existing BitTorrent protocol. The idea is to decentralize content creation, distribution, and moderation, eliminating the need for centralized servers and control.

Here’s the high-level vision:

• Posts as Torrents: Every original post creates and seeds a torrent file on behalf of the OP.
• Upvotes as Seeds: Upvoting a post downloads and seeds the post, reinforcing its availability.
• Comments as Torrents: Each comment generates and seeds a torrent file somehow linked to the original post.
• Comment Upvotes as Seeds: Upvoting a comment downloads and seeds the comment, amplifying engagement.
• Text Only: to avoid exposing users to potentially graphic content (due to lack of centralized moderation) this platform would initially be limited to text content only. This would also drastically reduce the compute and bandwidth requirements of the se

Something about those awkward hand gestures really gets me going.

People love to hate AI, but I think it's one of the most human inventions ever. The majority of my internal human experience already runs on autopilot.

The life-critical tasks have been outsourced to various biological systems.

My heart beats 24/7 without conscious effort, thanks to the cardiovascular system. Digestion? Handled seamlessly by another system. Breathing? Autopilot. I don’t have to remind myself to inhale and exhale. It just happens.

Even many of my own thoughts seem to appear out of nowhere—emerging from my subconscious or triggered by something around me.

Is it any wonder that, in one way or another, all human technologies strive to replicate this internal 'automation' in the external world?

To me, it’s a beautiful—if ultimately futile—attempt to harmonize our inner and outer realities.

As a kid, I learned to “pause” my true self. School was the pause, and my hobbies, dreams, and passions were the unpause—something I’d rush back to during lunch or after class.

Over time, the pauses got longer. Tiredness and responsibilities crept in, leaving little energy to unpause at the end of some days.

At work, sometimes the pressure and the demands were so relentless that I couldn’t unpause for weeks or months at a time.

Then came marriage, fatherhood, and the joy—and work—of raising a child.

I want my son to get to know the real me but I worry that by the time he is grown I won’t have any “self” to unpause to.

The kind of game you daydream about while at school or work because you can’t wait to come home and play some more.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I don’t have to go to work for a few days. But I don’t quite get the same excitement for the weekend that I used to. I hope that you do! If so, how do you cultivate that feeling?

Assuming our simulation is not designed to auto-scale (and our Admins don’t know how to download more RAM), what kind of side effects could we see in the world if the underlying system hosting our simulation began running out of resources?

When thinking about the most important moment(s) of your life, do you still feel the full range of emotion associated with that memory? What if you keep recalling the same memory many times, does the intensity of emotion fade?

On the journey to becoming a productive member of society I had to compartmentalize my inner child.

During my early schoolboy years, he waited patiently for the school day to finish so that he could finally resume his creative and playful pursuits.

As the education became more involved, he had to wait a little longer because of homework.

In university, the complicated assignments, group projects, and late night study sessions meant that he would often not get to let loose until the weekend.

The full-time job, commute, technical projects, work politics, and other adult responsibilities really did the biggest number on him though. Sometimes he would go without playing for weeks, or months at a time.

Today it's as if my adult mask has adhered permanently to my face and I can no longer access him at all.

Is it at all possible that instead of being pushed away, we are instead getting pulled toward something huuuuuge via gravity? As if we are falling into something way greater than ourselves? I thought this was a wild idea but after I Googled it I found out that there is such a thing as a “Great Attractor”. Something 150 million light-years away is literally pulling all nearby galaxies towards it but no one knows exactly what it is.

So how do we know there aren’t any other Great Attractors, Greater Attractors, ad infinitum?

I see the human organism as a layering of different levels of consciousness. Each layer supports mostly automated processes that sustain the layers beneath it.

For example, we have cells that only know what it’s like to be a cell and to perform their cellular processes without any awareness of the more complex layers above them. Organs are much more complex than cells and they perform their duties without any awareness of anything above them either. And the complexity keeps increasing with various systems like endocrine, cardiovascular, etc. Then we have our subconscious and finally our conscious.

At our level, we do not consciously control any of the layers beneath us. Our primary task is to keep our bodies alive.

This got me thinking… isn’t it a little too self aggrandizing to think that we have a near infinite layering of consciousness beneath us and then it just stops at our level of awareness? What if there is some other conscious process that exists above us within our o

Socrates bemoaned those young'ns who had the audacity to read their Homer, instead of memorizing it.

About 3 years ago I dreamt that I was in a downtown Chicago office interviewing for a fancy new job. For whatever reason my mom came along for the interview and was patiently waiting for me in the office lobby. About half way through the interview it began to dawn on me that my mom passed away over a decade ago. This realization effectively transformed my dream into a lucid one. I quickly ditched the interview, grabbed my mom, and we spent the rest of the day enjoying downtown Chicago. I took her out for tea, caught her up on my life, and we made the absolute most of the little time we had together.

The memories from this dream are as vivid as the memories from my real life and I treasure them dearly.

cross-posted from: https://lemm.ee/post/3486735

I have been playing this adorable little game for the past few evenings. It is Playstation only but it's completely free since they're giving away the base Dreams game as part of Playstation Plus this month.

The levels are all based in a large attic filled to the brim with nostalgia-- think old toys, classic computers, portable cassette players, etc. It's so cute AND the gameplay loop is fun!

From the very first moments you can tell that that this thing was lovingly crafted. I highly recommend it!

The more I think about it, it seems that long-term happiness is something many people spend their lives seeking OR they believe it’s something they used to have and lost.

That makes me wonder if we are truly ever happy? Or if it’s something that is always just out of reach (in the future or in the past).

It really grinds my gears when there’s an c/asklemmy question and the top most responses are single word answers.

For example, a question asking for the most mind-bending movie will often have the same few movies upvoted to the top (“The Matrix”, “Inception”, “Finding Nemo 2”, etc).

Those truly might be the most popular mind-bending movies, but what I really want to know is why the person answering the question feels the way that they do. Otherwise these types of questions can become stale very quickly, as can be seen on other platforms.

Thoughts?