Noah Doersing 🐦🎨🌿

@doersino
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Tootin' about photography (largely of the bird variety these days, using a Fujifilm camera), generative art (plus pen plotting), computing (increasingly rarely since there's plenty of that at work), & things.
Websitehttps://noahdoersing.com
LocationRottenburg am Neckar
Pronounshe/him
Wednesday evening walk along the River Wharfe. Goosander, oystercatcher and common sandpiper all with young, sand martins in and out of their nests in the bank, curlews calling in the adjacent fields, blackbird, song thrush and mistle thrush competing from the trees, and the flash of a kingfisher near the end.
My afternoon art buddy, a ~6mm jumping spider examining the quality of the watercolour paper and inspecting the water jar.

“My god!” She exclaimed.

“What is it?” He asked.

“There’s no time to explain.”

She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.

She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.

“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.

But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.

He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.

He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.

The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.

Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.

She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.

“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.

“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”

#microfiction

I've created a search on iNaturalist that lets you look at all of the different kinds of nests that ants construct.

https://www.inaturalist.org/observations?project_id=ant-architecture-the-nests-and-constructions-of-ants&verifiable=any&place_id=any

This illusion was new to me. Does whichever dot you look at turn more purple?

Pretty neat how clearly this lets you see the reduced sensitivity to blue light in the very centre of your vision.

https://www.schulz-hildebrandt.com/9-purple-dots-illusion/

https://arxiv.org/abs/2509.11582

Here is an unbelievably determined crow parent of Cișmigiu in Bucharest. With their feathers in this condition they had to carefully plan each leap into the air. Still, they stayed focused all day on finding food, breaking it into nestling-sized pieces, soaking those in water, and then making the difficult climb back up to their nest.

#crow #crows #krähen #urbanwildlife

i want smaller applications with fewer updates made by people who are paid more to produce less code and i'm not kidding

RE: https://cyberplace.social/@GossiTheDog/116676826944489315

I need people to understand that stuff like this will keep happening, for two reasons:

1. To be useful these chatbots need to have full access to everything they are supposed to "manage"; otherwise they are pointless.

2. Trying to stop prompt injection is basically trying to semantically filter natural language.

These tools have no model of the world, no ontology to anchor any "safety instructions" in. There will always be a way to talk one's way around them.

#InfoSec

Things I've been up to lately: Setting up a bike corner in the basement and also letting the bike spend as little time in there as possible.
It's getting to be the time of year when people passing by stop to gawk at our rock garden.