Fifty Pounds

There's a photograph of me from Christmas 2004. I'm twenty-six, grinning at the camera, holding a fifty-pound punching bag my wife had just given me. Two weeks before that picture I'd had surgery to remove a tumor. The doctor's instruction was that I was not to lift anything over ten pounds. I don't remember deciding … Continue reading Fifty Pounds

Halftime

I turned forty-eight today and spent almost all of it in my own house. My son made waffles. My family gave me cards, and the things written in them were better than the presents (and the presents were awesome too!), which is a thing you can say honestly at forty-eight and mean it. Then we … Continue reading Halftime

Estimating

There's a finding in AI research called emergent misalignment. Researchers took an aligned language model and fine-tuned it on one narrow thing: examples of insecure computer code. Bad code, nothing else. No malice anywhere in the training data. The model didn't just start writing bad code. It started giving harmful advice on subjects that had … Continue reading Estimating

Chemotherapy And Donuts

In 2005 I was twenty-six years old and the youngest person in the chemotherapy room by about forty years. I can walk through all of it now. The doctor telling me. The surgery. Getting the port put in that they'd run the chemo through. Driving myself to treatment, then to work, then home. The discomfort, … Continue reading Chemotherapy And Donuts