Comment author: thelittledoctor 28 March 2012 02:02:18AM *  1 point [-]

OMG it's been past seven for two whole minutes and no new chapter Eliezer must be taunting us!

(Edit: I promise this is a joke, please don't downvote me into oblivion.)

Comment author: Lambda 28 March 2012 02:08:07AM *  1 point [-]

The fanfiction.net mirror has chapter 81 posted. Meanwhile, hpmor.com has today's Author's Note up, but not #81 itself. This is a shame, since I think that hpmor.com provides a substantially better reading experience...

Edit: And now it has #81 up too. Sorry about that.

Comment author: diegocaleiro 24 November 2010 08:14:28AM 12 points [-]

Wow, too big an inferential distance Phil. No idea what you are tallking about here "what we think of today as individuality, will correspond to information in the future."

Would you mind giving a few more details? Curiosity striking...

Comment author: Lambda 24 March 2012 03:16:50AM 1 point [-]

Would you mind giving a few more details? Curiosity striking...

I've been lurking for a while, and this is my first post, but:

Would you mind giving far fewer details? Consciously imposed conjunction-aversion striking...

FTFY. Instead of asking for a single detailed story, we should ask for many simple alternative stories, no?

Obviously, this doesn't countermand your complaint about inferential distance, which I totally agree with.

Comment author: Lightwave 24 July 2009 02:36:22PM 10 points [-]

Eliezer Yudkowsky's map IS the territory.

Comment author: Lambda 04 February 2012 09:44:51AM 7 points [-]

Mmhmm... Borges time!

In that Empire, the Art of Cartography attained such Perfection that the map of a single Province occupied the entirety of a City, and the map of the Empire, the entirety of a Province. In time, those Unconscionable Maps no longer satisfied, and the Cartographers Guilds struck a Map of the Empire whose size was that of the Empire, and which coincided point for point with it. The following Generations, who were not so fond of the Study of Cartography as their Forebears had been, saw that that vast Map was Useless, and not without some Pitilessness was it, that they delivered it up to the Inclemencies of Sun and Winters. In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are Tattered Ruins of that Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggars; in all the Land there is no other Relic of the Disciplines of Geography.

—Jorge Luis Borges, "On Exactitude in Science"

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