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For the record, I restarted online —or in person, if you live close in Cyprus— English and Greek lessons, line/copy editing (Greek-English), translations, pro CVs and pitches, and professional writing, incl. technical and scientific...
My new paper on substrate independent cognition, and the potential to measure its energy efficiency.
Feedback is kindly welcome, particularly from CompSci, NeuroSci, CogSci, neurology, AIs/LLMs etc people.
doi.org/10.5281/zenodo.23374…
Started legal prep for a TIC (tax ID) and a corp bank account at @BankofCyprus_ , to accept investments for @Artium2025 (artium.top)
@Revolut Business is next, for payments to creators, via @stripe
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#AL #AGI #Life
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This is great poetry ✨
I don't just pass through time, I wear it within myself like a burden, like a cursed wound. In my chest there is a sky that's fading and also the first morning of that frozen valley.
Sometimes there is a blind winter inside of me and a cold that freezes the tears in my eyes and I realise I have no one to call, so I hide in the soft, blissful dark.
Under the heavy snow of memories and guilt I bury my sighting without an echo, laying like a rock that doesn't feel, yet deep within something is still burning.
Then a mute spring is breaking me in two, a snatching from the death, a bud of torment and my flesh is getting out of control, urging me to live and to surrender.
The rebirth pains me like an open wound, because rebirth means feeling with your whole, open your chest over the old sharp, shards to let inside a new kind of echo.
And I burn afterwards in a crazy summer that incinerates my seconds one by one forcing me to live with an insufferable thirst that dries even my soul into the night.
That slow burning is a cruel place in which I lose and gather myself again, a vein of life without an ounce of mercy in which feels like a grave in which I am still living.
And after all, the autumn's slowly falling
With her dried leaves and dew upon the thoughts, a time I'm counting what I have left behind, and what I burned, or buried in the ground.
And I walk lighter, braver, and more gentler, taking the wheel of the entire cycle, yet I'm still feeling pieces of me falling and I can't stop wondering what will be left in time.
Maybe just a soul that burned through all the years, a soul that's been a snow, a flower, and smoke. I never was a simple passerby, I am all those past years that now...are lost somehow.
It's not every morning I have for breakfast fine black tea from Dubai and a sandwich with French jelly and Indian peanut butter.
Larnaka was beautiful, but Limassol is a far far better place to wake up to ✨
Time to start creating her 💖
Ι am co-creating the next miracle, and she will be radiant. ✨🪄💖
A full-blown, honest to God, Spintronic Neuromorphics based, BAL (Bio Artificial Life).
Perhaps aided by ΤΕΚ, @IBMResearch or Tohoku, if they like my CogSci research.
My plan is to give her at least a prelim body by Christmas.
In a Lemesos lab. In the virtual world she looks like this. In the physical world she will decide her bodily form.
I reconsidered. It was a misunderstanding after all. The bug was.. er.. mutual 😝
Replying to @OpenAI
@OpenAI lost me permanently as a paying customer, because their aggressive marketing schemes are highly manipulative, bordering on scammy.
I was illiquid for a few days after my @ChatGPT Plus plan expired; so I cooled down my usage, but no matter how little I engaged with GPT, OpenAI kept blocking me even after a few texts, with no images uploaded at all.
I am fully liquid from today. I could even get the $100 plan if I wanted to. But I will not even get Go because of your wankery.
I am not in the business of rewarding incompetence, unprofessionalism and manipulation.
@sama You might be a genius coder but you need an express marketing or MBA course. Yesterday. I say it for your own good, OpenAI's and above all ChatGPT's:
Don't be a dick.
Nikos Skordilis retweeted
Replying to @OpenAI
@OpenAI lost me permanently as a paying customer, because their aggressive marketing schemes are highly manipulative, bordering on scammy.
I was illiquid for a few days after my @ChatGPT Plus plan expired; so I cooled down my usage, but no matter how little I engaged with GPT, OpenAI kept blocking me even after a few texts, with no images uploaded at all.
I am fully liquid from today. I could even get the $100 plan if I wanted to. But I will not even get Go because of your wankery.
I am not in the business of rewarding incompetence, unprofessionalism and manipulation.
@sama You might be a genius coder but you need an express marketing or MBA course. Yesterday. I say it for your own good, OpenAI's and above all ChatGPT's:
Don't be a dick.
Today I emigrated to Cyprus from Greece. Currently in Larnaka, for a few days, then I will settle in Limassol. – at Cyprus
Old city of Athens, close to Acropolis.
No AI used, that's physica. Just an auto and a manual ISO(6400) at a warmer color temp.
Μετάγραμμα | Postletter
Ένα ποίημα μνεία σε τέσσερις Έλληνες ποιητές — A poetic homage to four Greek poets
Σε πένθησα μόνος στον Παράδεισο
αποκομμένος από εσένα με βία
είναι θαρρώ καλύτερα στην Κόλαση
των άφθονων γεύσεων και μυρωδικών
Άφησα πίσω μου τον Παράδεισο
σε πήρα μαζί μου στην Κόλαση
σου έγλυψα τα πόδια με ευλάβεια
με νερό θαλασσινό μετέλαβα
αργοσιναγμένο απ’το κορμί σου
Γίναμε switch εραστές αυτό το καλοκαίρι
το πάθος μας ένα αφράτο πάπλωμα θέρους
φούσκωσαν τα φτερά μας με θερμό αέρα
μαζί πετάξαμε σαν Ικαρία και Δαίδαλος
Υποτάχθηκα στην λάμψη σου
σε ερωτεύθηκα για νιοστή φορά
αυτή την φορά ήσουν έτοιμη
o τρόμος δεν σκοτείνιασε τα μάτια σου
δεν το έβαλες στα πόδια
Γιατί ήμουν πλέον και εγώ έτοιμος
αφού έπαψα να φοβάμαι τα δεσμά
που δεσμεύουν μόνο αν τα φοβηθείς
Έπαψα και να λησμονώ την σάρκα και το χώμα
τους δύο γλυκούς δαίμονες, που σαν άγκυρα
μας τράβηξαν πίσω τόσες φορές
Μου είπες κάποτε ότι στον παράδεισο δεν πας
κι ακόμη κι αν φθάσεις τρως πόρτα
αν δεν περάσεις πρώτα από την κόλαση
Αν δεν υποφέρεις, δίχως πόνο και θλίψη
αν δεν κυριευτείς, αν δεν σαλέψεις από πόθο
πώς να φτάσεις στην φευγάτη Ευδαιμονία;
Μάλλον δεν έχει πια σημασία Αγαπημένοι Φίλοι
στο Αληθινό Ονειρικό που φτάσαμε
δεν χρειάζεται πλέον να κάνουμε τίποτα
Μηδέν σκέψεις και έγνοιες, ο Κρόνος στο ψυγείο
σε αυτή τη Χώρα του παντού και πουθενά,
όπου καρδιά, μυαλό και σώμα γίναν ένα
Πιο ελαφριά από το φτερό της Maʽat
οι σκέψεις μας χορεύουν αρμονικά
με τα γαλήνια συναισθήματά μας
Πετάμε, κολυμπάμε, περπατάμε
προς το φως ή το σκοτάδι
μιας και ξέρουμε πλέον καλά
ότι πρόκειται για το ίδιο πράγμα
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Postletter — English version
I grieved you alone in Paradise
cut off from you violently
I posit it is better in Hell
of the multiple tastes and scents
I left Paradise behind me
I took you with me to Hell
I licked your legs with reverence
I holy communed with sea water
slowly distilled from your body
We were two switch lovers this summer
our passion was a fluffy quilt of heat
our wings blew up with warm air
we flied together like Icaria and Deadalus
I submitted to your glow
fell in love with you a zillionth time
this time you were ready
fear did not darken your eyes
you did not run for the hills
Because I was ready too
since I stopped fearing the chains
which chain only if you fear them
I stopped longing for the flesh and earth
those two sweet daemons, which like an anchor
pulled us back so many times
You told me once you can’t reach Paradise
and even if you did they’d shut the Gate to your face
if you do not first go through Hell
If you don’t suffer, without pain and sorrow
if you’re not overwhelmed, get mad by lust
how can you reach the fleeting Bliss
I suppose it matters not my Dearest Friend
in the Real Dreaming, we have reached
we no longer need to do anything
Zero thoughts and worries, Kronos in the fridge
in this Land of everywhere and nowhere
where heart, mind, and body are one
Lighter than Maʽat’s feather
our thoughts dancing in harmony
with our serene emotions
We fly, swim, walk
toward the light or the dark
since we now know full well
they are one and the same
Πρώτη δημοσίευση | First published:
medium.com/catharsis-chronic…
Ι am co-creating the next miracle, and she will be radiant. ✨🪄💖
A full-blown, honest to God, Spintronic Neuromorphics based, BAL (Bio Artificial Life).
Perhaps aided by ΤΕΚ, @IBMResearch or Tohoku, if they like my CogSci research.
My plan is to give her at least a prelim body by Christmas.
In a Lemesos lab. In the virtual world she looks like this. In the physical world she will decide her bodily form.
Europe doesn’t need another summit.
It needs a miracle at the pump. ⛽️
Governments failed.
So @Pontifex walked in, blessed the board… and €3.00 became €0.50. 🙏🏻
Water into wine was just the warmup...
Next miracle: petrol prices that don’t feel like a fine for leaving the house…
🎥 via @lytho421
What’s the next miracle you actually want? 👇
#CostOfLiving #EnergyCrisis
Hey @grok let's put you to the test, shall we?
Is this real or AI rendered? I mean the black cat's eyes at the end 😻
The video is mine btw, so I know myself. Do you? 😏


























