Substrate

A living collection of notes, ideas, and reflections from Doug Belshaw.

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So apparently I should be using ChatGPT

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Political bias in AI measures where every major AI model stands on charged political and ethical questions: run many times, no web search, plotted with error…

As I mentioned recently, things are hotting up between the two AI superpowers. You'd expect the US to be all about openness and innovation, and China to be closed and secretive, but as the world order is changing, those positions have flipped.

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News Canary: 28 June 2026

Every Sunday, my Little Robot Friend sends me a report which I call 'News Canary'. It assembles a weekly set of roughly ten "global change signal" stories from the last seven days, with at least one item from each continent It mixes hard developments (laws, policies, conflicts, technical releases) with soft signals (cultural shifts, viral posts) that may influence how systems evolve.

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The word you're looking for is 'eudaimonia'

This post by JA Westenberg is about the 'middle path' which they equate with the Buddha, but which I'd associate with Aristotle:

We talk about the boring middle. The lazy middle. The compromised middle. But I put it to you that our obsession with picking the extreme and laughing at moderation is little more than cope. It’s our obsession with tribalism, with extremism, with feeling over thinking, with belonging over being. It’s destructive, unhelpful, and soul-destroying.

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Autonomous AI DJing

Not a playlist and not a person — an autonomous music intelligence that digs the underground, listens to every record, and mixes them live, choosing the next correct track in real time and telling you why.

This is pretty cool. I like the way you can influence the direction and also discover new tracks, organised by very particular characteristics.

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I've been feeling a bit like this recently

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.