This reminds me of an HN comment years ago where an engineer at some big tech company was at a loss as to how he would get snacks/drinks as the company was ending its free/open kitchen policy (the obvious answer being to just go to the store and pack stuff the night before).
That was the day I realized being a software engineer from greater America is totally different than those from SV. The coddling was (is?) unreal.
Pretty minimal. For reference, I'm on a Claude Max 20x plan ($200/month). I expected to see about 15% usage of the plan overnight on the task but it was more like 5-6%? Well worth $2.50 of my monthly plan to get that speedup.
Adam Curtis had a great line in the 2016 doc HyperNormalisation [1] about Donald Trump turning Manhattan into a playground for the rich from the ~70s-00s.
Now we're turning everywhere into a playground for the rich. The sad part is that they're unimaginative and in such poor taste that it gives you pause about the dynamics of human hierarchies. Wealthy people used to be dignified; I'm not quite sure what you call today's crop. Insecure chic?
This was obvious from the beginning but greed has deluded people to the point of utter absurdity. The comeuppance on this whole thing is going to make me run out of napkins and resort to finger lickin'.
Birds are wild. Found a chickadee fledgling in the road earlier this year and nursed him for a couple days before we found a legitimate rehab. Little guy would just hop out of his box, perch on your finger, and sing as loud as he could until you fed him scrambled eggs. Really got me thinking about how special birds are. We have a hummingbird that visits and he'll do stuff like fly into the garage if the door is open, hover and stare at you for 1-2 seconds, and then take off. It's happened so many times I've stopped being startled by the sudden brrrr noise you hear from their wings flapping (they're so fast they can show up in the blink of an eye).
The bumblebees do something similar (I've oddly nursed three different bees with sugar water—all just happened to be in my field of vision crawling around on the ground but not flying). Now you get a bumble or two per day checking in with a quick hover and bob kind of movement before shooting off into the distance.
Does anyone know of any research into this or books identifying behavior like this?
This is more about beehaiviour research and playing with your balls, but the basic idea seems to be that even "small" brains do the same stuff the big brains do - like forming relationships, playing for fun, using tools, etc.
> the basic idea seems to be that even "small" brains do the same stuff the big brains do
The shorter distances would allow for lower latencies, making the perception of time different. What we take a couple seconds to decide they must think took minutes and we are incredibly slow thinkers. The number of connections is lower, as is the neuron count, and I imagine they can't hold as much in working memory as we do, but, apart from that, they appear to be very smart.
Which is also why I think young children are so annoying to adults. They just think way faster, since they have much less things to consider and past experience to compare with, so they already skipped to the overnext topic, while the adult is still considering the last thing. Also all the people I talked to about it and myself report feeling that time becomes faster is you become older. There is of course also the affect that you perceive time less as you don't pay attention, because it is just regular Tuesday, but even if you only do new stuff for a day, it feels shorter than when you were young.
I agree - time keeps getting faster and faster as I age. In addition to less novelty and change, I like to think of it in terms of the fraction of your life lived so far. When you're 5 years old, every day is about 550 ppm (parts per million) of your life. When you're 35, every day is only 80 ppm. Of course it feels faster!
Portia jumping spiders are incredibly smart. People have done experiments where they place the spiders in a complex environment with food in a hard to access location and they basically just sit there looking around until they've figured out a route to get the food. It takes them a while, I guess because they can only process so much information at a time, but they're remarkably good at doing it.
It's not that simple -- small animals move their bodies much faster than us, but the time scale at which they think seems to be similar to ours.
There was a 2022 study on rats which showed that when they listen to music, they will spontaneously move their bodies to the rhythm, like us. And the range of tempos where this effect is strongest is 120-140bpm.
Hummingbirds are weird. I had assumed that given the size of their brains, they'd be not as smart (naive assumption). But they are curious critters! I have a few who visit my backyard, where I have a chair which noone uses. The other day I decided to sit down in the chair and soak in the sun (a rarity in SF, I might add) with my eyes closed. And soon I heard a low buzzing sound, and what do you know? A hummingbird was hovering about a foot away from my face, observing me. It backed off a bit when I opened my eyes, but did hover around for a few more seconds before flying away. The control they have on their flight is unbelievable. They can hover with so much precision!
Crows are somewhat unique as an animal in that they've got the ability to pass information off to other members of the flock, and to continue passing information down through generations as necessary. The bird saved in this story, if it has offspring, will likely teach them that she is a safe and beloved human. At the very least, there's lots of research into this topic. I can't speak to the others, sorry.
> Crows are somewhat unique as an animal in that they've got the ability to pass information off to other members of the flock, and to continue passing information down through generations as necessary.
Not that unique. My grandfather was a forester, his favourite time passing was to whistle back bird's song, changing only a little bit at a time, turning it slowly into something totally different. The changed song was passed to other birds and offsprings no probs.
The result was quite hilarious, you went to the primeval woods and you could hear wild birds singing the Für Elise... I bet it freaked out ornithologists!
(My granddad died about 30 years ago, sadly the bird "dialect" has vanished since, but I still have some old tapes in the attic.)
This is an absolutely beautiful story! My mother always whistles back at the birds, but mostly just tries to imitate their songs. But she used to play "Für Elise" on the piano when I was a child :)
Not surprising it died out, and probably quickly. Birds trained to sing Fur Elise would probably be at a disadvantage in attracting a mate imprinted on a more typical song.
Yes! This is a heartwarming story. But the opposite is true. If you happen to piss off a crow, your life will become very difficult. You might as well move towns.
Here in Australia, magpies do something similar but in a bad way. During nesting season they'll swoop you, remember your face, and keep targeting you. My daughter got attacked two weeks ago.
That makes me wonder: If you happened to piss them off, is there a way to appease them again sort of by redeeming yourself and thereby amend the diplomatic relationship?
I think the person meant that it might not be for the mask-wearer. They might be targeted by crows even when the mask comes off because the crows might still recognize them from their walking style or body odor or voice etc.
There was a story a few years back about a woman who did that. She was a target, so she tried leaving treats, and ended up converting one of the crows to her side and it then came to her defense against other birds.
Yeah this happened to me when I was around 12 years old on my way to school. I spotted the crow one day in the middle of the road and thought it was a raven because it was so big for a crow. Then a car came and I guess it thought I attacked it with the car so it got pissed. Since that day it started attacking me every day as I went to school for about 1-2 years. Nothing too serious though but I had to be on my guard, it would literally position itself right where the sun was so I couldn't really see when it would strike at me if it did - most of the time it just screamed at me 5 meters away.
When our cat was thirsty, he used to go into our shower unit and start knocking bottles of shampoo over until we put the shower head down low and turned it on gently so he could have a drink.
Our dog has started doing the same, from watching the cat.
As a child we had a duck that would come nest in our garden for many years, it was really quite friendly, and would come up the patio doors every morning to beg for some food, didn't seem to be afraid of us. She would have her little ducklings follow her around the garden until they eventually went off to some lake not too far away.
An old soviet-era book, Science for Everyone: Ethology, What Animals Do and Why? is a great read on this - https://mirtitles.org/2013/10/08/science-for-everyone-etholo... I had read this when i was young and it has always stayed with me. It gives a nice overview of the domain and is highly recommended.
One of the few things that calms me down in response to the chaos is looking at nature and really observing it.
Watch the birds, squirrels, etc and compare their general behavior to that of humans. What I've observed is that unlike us, they're not worried or panicked. They just live. A threat may appear and startle them, but assuming there isn't one, they just carry on. No 'bird news,' or 'bird notifications,' or 'opinions about to have at the feeder.' They just flap around and eat the fucking seed.
Humans seem to be obsessed with turning life into an endless cycle of stress and 'critical' moments.
Need I remind everyone: we're floating in what we call 'space' on a giant ball (one of ~billions) protected by a relatively thin atmosphere, hurtling at a thousand miles per hour, convinced of our own brilliance despite barely having left the neighborhood. I think our next evolutionary step, the one that moves us further up the Kardashev Scale, is realizing just how much of our existence is consumed by human-manufactured nonsense and distraction or, "crises."
Indeed, for many small squeaky animals, a predator may kill their offspring, and they will set about making another batch the next day. Consider the lilies of the field, they have no jobs, and would go around naked, if they could move.
Personally, I don’t really find “all my kids got murdered, it’s fine I’ll just make more” to be the sort of thing that fills me with peace and inspiration.
While I find nature “beautiful” certainly, I also find myself rather dissatisfied with it being a horrific trap of nonstop callous selfish violence, at a scale beyond human capacity to ever understand or accept.
This may be a perfectly coherent philosophical position, but speaks to an extraordinary level of privilege - many of these "crises" are real threats to the lives or livelihoods of people around the world, with outcomes hugely dependent on collective action of people who may not feel the first order effects.
Squirrels can't solve the problems they face, we, however can do more than "flap around and eat the fucking seed".
Escapism can be a useful tool for managing individual stress levels.
On the level of society, it's a catastrophic maladaptation.
The problem for normal people is to discern between "fearmongering" and honest warnings by competent people who actually know and understand the situation.
That was the day I realized being a software engineer from greater America is totally different than those from SV. The coddling was (is?) unreal.
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