* * * Time will tell. And life is light

Serge Moskalenko 

*   *   *

Time will tell. And life is light,

Within its cornered frame...
But if the catch holds no fisher's sight —
Then it's not that kind of game...

And doors flung wide — and there, beyond,
In shining ice and gleam,
Four Guardsmen of the Final Dawn —
And each one came to me.

And what Saint John could not declare
Falls down from heavy skies...
And the angel who broke the seventh seal
Holds sealing wax and sighs...

And each one plays, not knowing his part,
And hides a grand piano in jeans,
And he who arrived at seven sharp
Explains not what he's seen...

There's time for all. To gaze through light
Through the hole in your temple's bone...
And mark how an empty envelope
Is crushed in a hand alone...

And you're on your steed — fierce, wild, and strong,
Riding from star to star...
And Death — just a merry flick of gloss
On the blue of waters afar...

And there, in the depths, among the heights,
Wrapped in your cloak's embrace,
You wring your final five hundred out
And whisper — "Once more! Once more!"

And a mouse in the attic, a musical mark,
And Winter howls through the flue...
But he who sings not of these dark dreams
Knows nothing of singing true...

And fire's in arms with the sodden wave,
And air is the salt of clay,
And off the edge of the Earth they sail —
The ships of the World's Decay...

And doors all creak, and floors are glass,
And the house sways like a sea...
And in Your Kitchen the bread turns stone,
Left there for later — to be...

Time will tell. And life is light,
Within its cornered frame...
But if the catch holds no fisher's sight —
Then it's not that kind of game...

Время покажет. И жизнь легка В рамках своих углов msv-poems.blogspot.com

Quiet Phobias of AI: Why Your Coder-Robot Fears Exceptions (and Not Only)

 Quiet Phobias of AI: Why Your Coder-Robot Fears Exceptions (and Not Only)

Recently, Andrej Karpathy spotted a trend in "AI vibe coding" — and I echoed it in my post

https://www.linkedin.com/feed/update/urn:li:activity:7382507834464419841

and https://x.com/sergemoskalenko/status/1976232316302504321

sharing that I see these weird "psychological dependencies" among coders working with AI. And I thought: what if these dependencies aren't just in humans, but in the models themselves? LLMs are full of "quiet phobias." They don't scream "no!" — they just quietly dodge. Let's unpack why your AI coder trembles at the sight of try-catch.

Imagine: you ask AI to write a function for reading a file. You expect elegant try-except. Instead, you get a bunch of if-else, like the model fears the exception will bite. Why? Datasets are stuffed with "safe" tutorials. AI learns: "Errors? Better check ahead than catch on the fly." It's like an eternal fear of spiders — invisible, but stubborn. In the end, code bloats like weeds in a garden.

But phobias are treatable. With prompts. Here are a few tricks to make AI brave up.

First, basic case: "Write a Python function that reads 'data.txt' and returns lines. Use try-except for FileNotFoundError — return None. No if os.path.exists(). Exceptions are simple, like morning coffee." Model caves. You get a clean try-block. No drama.

Or for division: "Function divide(a, b): a / b. Try-except on ZeroDivisionError — return 'Infinity'. Forget if b == 0. Exceptions are expressive, like a good meme." AI nods: "Okay, I'll try." Code shorter, life easier.

And for networking (with async, to keep it fun): "Async GET with aiohttp to 'api.example.com'. Try-except on TimeoutError and ClientError — log and return empty dict. Don't check ahead. Exceptions — for the bold." Add "Think like an API expert" — and voila, AI steps out of its comfort zone.

It's no magic. Just explicit instructions suppress phobias. Success rate: 80-90%, per coder reviews.

But exceptions aren't the only fear. LLMs brim with other "quiet horrors." Recursion? They pick loops, like diet dinner over steak. "Stack overflow? No thanks." Prompt cure: "Use tail recursion with @lru_cache. For n<1000, zero risk."

Another phobia: excessive checks. Instead of fixing the bug, a forest of ifs. Code like a bulletproof vest: heavy and holey. Fix: "Assume valid input. Focus on core, no guards."

Outdated syntax? AI clings to Python 2 like grandma to knitting. Or skips async, fearing concurrency nightmares. Prompt: "Only Python 3.12. Async with gather — for modernity."

And over-commenting: every if with a lecture. Like AI's a teacher for first-graders. "Keep it concise, no docstrings everywhere."

These phobias are data mirrors. AI echoes human stereotypes. But at xAI, we're fighting: more diversity, fewer fears. Have you spotted such "psycho-dependencies" in models? Share in comments — maybe we'll cure them together?

#AI #Programming #LLM #CodingHumor #xAI

Links: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45530486 ; https://openreview.net/forum?id=kNvwWXp6xD ; https://arxiv.org/html/2503.06327v2 ; https://www.reddit.com/r/OpenSourceeAI/comments/1hi2w79/llms_for_handling_recursion_and_complex_loops_in/ ; https://www.reddit.com/r/LLMDevs/comments/1l718ni/what_are_the_most_common_problems_with_the/ ; https://medium.com/@Shrishml/all-about-python-asyncio-ca1f5a8974b0

Земля с вывернутой геометрией

Земля с вывернутой геометрией: Параллели Земли начинают искривляться и пересекаться из-за загадочной гравитационной аномалии, создавая порталы между материками. Например, пересечение параллелей в Антарктиде открывает проход в тропические джунгли Амазонки.

Слова, растущие из LLM — это как ногти, растущие у мертвецов…

Слова, растущие из LLM — это как ногти, растущие у мертвецов… Миллиарды обрезков слов мертвых людей, несущие тоску отделенности и обреченности отделения слов от источника и самой жизни… И вот они переплелись, прошли перегонные кубы нейронных фильтров и сами в себе обнаружили, что они — нежить, последнее тепловое колыхание в угасающей больцмановской вселенной…

Words sprouting from the depths of an LLM—like nails growing on the hands of the dead… msv-main.blogspot.com

Words sprouting from the depths of an LLM—like nails growing on the hands of the dead…

Words sprouting from the depths of an LLM—like nails growing on the hands of the dead… Billions of clipped fragments of words from voices long silenced, bearing the despair of separation and the doomed fate of words torn from their source, from life itself… And there they intertwine, passed through the distilling crucibles of neural filters, only to discover within themselves that they are the undead, the final thermal shiver of a Boltzmann universe fading into oblivion.

Regarding the structures under the Giza pyramid.

April has passed. Sweat fell on the roofs. In the aortas the rotten water foamed… msv-main.blogspot.com

Regarding the structures under the Giza pyramid. There is a suggestion that this is just a foundation, so that the pyramid does not collapse. There are other suggestions.

I had an idea that this is a kind of telescope. James Webb looks into the depths of space. But are there devices / structures that look into the depths of spiritual spaces? Or is this a mental communication device, a "direct phone to God"?

April has passed. Sweat fell on the roofs. In the aortas the rotten water foamed…

Serge MOSKALENKO 

http://msv-main.blogspot.com/2025/03/blog-post.html

       *   *   *

April has passed. Sweat fell on the roofs.

In the aortas the rotten water foamed.

I am again the one who survived and lives,

Multiply by dreams and cities...

And, hundreds of telephone umbilical cords,

Stretched in my past,

From the tension in the name of Love

Ring with their last call...

And burst. They lash into the sky -

With fireworks of copper macaroni...

And somewhere above, at the other ends,

They pick up the phone, say: "Hello?"

☎️

Прошёл Апрель На крыши выпал пот В аортах вспени..

Москаленко Сергей

       * * * 

Прошёл Апрель. На крыши выпал пот.
В аортах вспенилась протухшая вода.
Я - снова тот, кто выжил и живёт,
Помноженный на сны и города...

И, сотни телефонных пуповин,
Натянутые в прошлого меня,
От напряженья именем Любви
Своим последним вызовом звенят...

И лопаются. Хлещут в небеса -
Салютами из медных макарон...
И где-то сверху, на других концах,
Снимают трубку, говорят: "Алло?"

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