Aha, yes. Somehow I forgot the difference interpretation for a moment. Oops!
Aha, yes. Somehow I forgot the difference interpretation for a moment. Oops!
I asked ChatGPT these questions and got sensible answers.
How much more is one half than one third?
[subtraction answer: 1/6 more]
That’s one possibility, but what about the other way to interpret that question?
[ratio answer, but expressed as “1.5 times as much” rather than “1/2 more”]
Oh. I just noticed the extraneous word in the search, which might be throwing off the LLM trying to understand it.
I agree with your assessment regarding the intention of the phrase. We’re back at the silly arithmetic meme that hinges on not grouping terms explicitly and watching people yell at each other in the mistaken belief that there’s one authoritative interpretation of an ambiguous string of symbols.
Still, the actual mistake remains. Why an extra 1/6 of the pizza? 1/3 of 1/3 is 1/9, not 1/6. That’s 1/2 of 1/3.
There are two meanings being conflated here.
“1/3 more” can mean “+ 1/3” or "* (1 + 1/3)“.
So “1/3 more than 1/3” could be 2/3 or 4/9, but not 1/2.
Instead 1/2 is 1/2 more than 1/3, not 1/3 more. That’s the meme I’ve seen go around recently.
1/3 more than 1/3 is 4/9. What you wrote is 1/2 more than 1/3, not 1/3 more of it.
There’s a certain amount of Gambler’s Fallacy in this, too: I’ll keep going, because it’s going to turn around.
Demonizing people who disagree with you makes them dig in their heels and elect the dangerous candidate and party, in spite of their best interests. Demonizing those people feels satisfying and necessary in the moment, but it ultimately backfires.
The so-called enlightened people can’t be counted on to vote. (I say this as one of those so-called enlightened people, albeit not in your country and therefore unable to shift the balance with you. I vote in every one of my country’s elections, I strongly dislike the leader of the party I need to vote defensively for. I do it anyway.)
Until you folks figure these two things out, this is your new reality.
(I don’t think you can save many of the extremists, but you folks could relatively easily stop the extremist factory by deploying more strategic compassion. But that’s just, like, my opinion, man.)
The System is held together with baling wire and gum. Never forget that.
You will get through this, but you might need help and to help others along the way. I wish you many goods and cheese.
Yup. Watch The Good Place, then ask again.
“Are there no prisons? Are there no work houses?”
“I’ll try not to swear around you. I’m sorry. I will probably not be perfect, but I assure you I’m trying.”
That’s enough.
I assume you are genuinely sorry and have decided you want to behave differently around them.
Pitch me. I could switch, but it would help a great deal to understand more about why. I’m open to change, but not eager to change.
I’m very happy. I had the same early experience as you, but I kept with it. I’ve been using it several years now. When I’m forced back to vim, my fingers remember just enough, but I have to undo pretty often.
I kakoune instead.
Just finished Chronologically LOST.
In that case, I’m not sure you’re missing anything and I’m not even sure you have a problem to solve here.
I understand better. I might relate, too.
I’m not the type to keep relationships “alive” by checking in, but at the same time, when someone re-enters my life after even years, it can be as though no time had passed. If I can help, I will. We can chat for minutes or hours. I’m happy to pick up where we left off.
I have the distinct impression that many other people don’t operate this way. I do. Do you?
And specifically what kind of “weirdo”? If you only meant that they are relatively uncommon, that’s obviously true, but I suspect you mean something more significant than merely “there are fewer of them than cishet folks”.
The same as any friendship: mutual support and love. What you’re describing sounds like an acquaintance to me, not a friend, if conversations don’t develop past small talk. Maybe that’s what you’re missing.
Ooh! It’s a Silvia! It’s backwards, but it’s a Silvia.
I love my Silvia, but I use Pop!