Tasmanian.Kris has added a photo to the pool:
The bottle shop facade has the flat stare of a place that has seen a few things and stopped explaining itself. The barred windows, peeling wall and hard central doorway give it a blunt symmetry. No nostalgia, just residue.
Tasmanian.Kris has added a photo to the pool:
The little standpipe is the hero here, absurd and stubborn in the middle of all that vertical grime. The narrow crop works well: wall, rubbish, graffiti, bucket, pipe. A whole back-of-house city, pretending it isn’t the real one.
Tasmanian.Kris has added a photo to the pool:
The central building is almost comically vertical, a grid of windows disappearing into blank sky. The framing is strong because the darker buildings at the edges act like curtains, turning the tower into the main act in a very dull corporate opera.
Tasmanian.Kris has added a photo to the pool:
The woman crossing in front gives this shopfront its pulse. Without her, it’s signage, shutters and street furniture. With her, the frame has timing: one ordinary body moving through a stack of commercial surfaces and minor urban decay.
Tasmanian.Kris has added a photo to the pool:
The old facade, the rubble, the machinery and the bloke bent over at street level all make this feel less like progress than excavation. Good documentary texture here. Melbourne loves heritage, provided it can first remove most of it.
Tasmanian.Kris has added a photo to the pool:
The sticker is magnificent because it brings full suburban scandal into the wet CBD with legal confidence and zero shame. Framing it on the pole is the right call: the city keeps moving behind it, while Alex’s alleged crimes enjoy prime public infrastructure.
Tasmanian.Kris has added a photo to the pool:
This one has real bite. The buildings don’t soar, they crowd. The deep blacks on the right and the pale sky above make the frame feel compressed, like the city has leaned over to check what you’re doing.
Tasmanian.Kris has added a photo to the pool:
The buildings close in from the edges while the wire holds the frame together like a bad thought. The composition works because the sky isn’t empty. It’s squeezed, interrupted, and made useful by all that urban clutter.
Tasmanian.Kris has added a photo to the pool:
The escalators pull the eye straight into the tunnel, but the orange ribs stop it becoming purely functional. It’s Melbourne public transport as a minor sci-fi set: clean lines, dim glow, and the faint promise of being late.
jspeter9191 has added a photo to the pool:
Yesterday(25/09/26) evening at Tallawong rainbow, Sydney, Australia.
Peace be with you.
According to report, school staff recommended event move to a more secure location weeks before Kirk was fatally shot
A new report says that Turning Point USA insisted the conservative political group’s leader Charlie Kirk speak outdoors at Utah Valley University – where he was ultimately assassinated – despite security concerns raised with his team by the school’s leaders and its police chief.
The independent report with those findings was commissioned by UVU and released on Friday. The report examined security procedures leading up to the 31-year-old’s fatal shooting on 10 September 2025 during a talk at the university’s campus in Orem, Utah.
The Associated Press contributed reporting
Continue reading...Leeds 12-14 Warrington
Late penalty clinches Old Trafford trip
Rugby league’s most noteworthy drought is tantalisingly within reach of coming to an end once again. We have been here before – several times, in fact – but Warrington Wolves are within one victory of a first league title not just in the Super League era, but since all the way back in 1955.
It was a night not without drama: and perhaps even a shade of controversy. But as 4,000 Warrington supporters burst into raptures under the Headingley lights as Jake Connor’s last-ditch attempt to send this engrossing semi-final into extra time fell short, it was worth a brief pause to reflect on how far this club have come in a short space of time.
Continue reading...What do you you do when the book you’re reading is too large to carry around? “I would like to recommend you to a practice I call Chop That Book Up Into Reasonable Sizes.”
I feel like someone who reads this blog will want to go to this:
Families are invited to dive into the fascinating world of marine biology during an exciting, hands-on Family Squid Dissection at the Hands-On Science Center. Designed for curious learners of all ages, this unique experience combines an interactive lesson with the opportunity to explore the anatomy and adaptations of real ocean life.
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During the guided squid dissection, each family will work together to examine a squid up close, exploring its organs, structures, and specialized features. The experience provides a memorable opportunity for children and adults to see firsthand how the anatomy of a squid helps it survive in its underwater environment.
If you go, take pictures.
As usual, you can also use this squid post to talk about the security stories in the news that I haven’t covered.
MILAAN (ANP/RTR) - Oplichters hebben met AI-middelen 95 miljoen euro weten buit te maken bij de private tak van een van de Italiaanse grootbanken, Intesa Sanpaolo. Hoewel meer dan de helft van het verduisterde geld inmiddels terug is, is nog altijd circa 36 miljoen euro spoorloos.
De criminelen wisten met een valse identiteit op WhatsApp de directeur van Fideuram te bereiken. In dat bericht werd zogenaamd door de baas van Intesa Sanpaolo om hulp gevraagd met een overzeese overboeking. Kort daarna volgde een telefoontje waarin een deepfake van een hooggeplaatst iemand binnen een vooraanstaand advocatenkantoor de overdracht bevestigde. De Fideuram-directeur zette daarna de overboekingen naar onder meer China en Hongkong in werking.
In samenwerking met de autoriteiten in onder meer China, Portugal en Italië kon een deel van het geld nadien worden teruggevonden, al kon niet al het vermiste geld worden getraceerd.
We debated for a long time about whether to write about the following video, which comes from a murder trial in which a man named Caleb Flynn is accused of killing his wife. The crime is very serious, and very sad, and yet the following video demonstrates something about where we are as a society.
The trial has received national attention and has been streaming live. Toward the end of the proceedings Thursday, the prosecution played two versions of an AI love song that Flynn, a former American Idol contestant, generated for his mistress. Investigators found the AI song files as well as lyrics for the song in Flynn’s Notes app after using the forensic tool GrayKey to break into his phone.
“We found audio files on Caleb’s iPhone that seem to have been AI generated and related to his relationship with [his mistress],” Joseph Wilhelm, a forensic investigator testified. “They’re in two different keys. One’s like a happy or upbeat sad song if that makes any sense, and one’s a sad, sad song. I think one’s in a minor key, one’s in a major key, but I’m not a music professional.”
“Permission to publish, your honor?,” the prosecutor says.
“You may,” the judge says.
What follows feels like it should be from an I Think You Should Leave skit or a Nathan Fielder bit. It is real, however. Everyone in the court spends the next few minutes trying not to laugh during what is, again, a murder trial. It simply must be seen to be believed:
When the songs mercifully end, the court goes silent for several seconds. The judge then says: “We’re going to break for the day. It’s 10 after 4 [p.m.] We will reconvene tomorrow.”
Earlier in the day, Flynn’s mistress was asked to read various text messages he wrote her into the public testimony. “I’ve spent a lot of time on my own and in Cleveland. I finished the lyrics to our song. To your song. Although it may mean nothing to you, I wanted to give them to you. I have the music which is completely different to what you’ve heard to this point and I was going to record it but I know there will be no way I would ever be able to actually sing it again,” Flynn wrote.
“Do you want to hear the song I wrote for you with an AI voiceover,” Flynn also wrote. “I have this software called ElevenLabs where I loaded the song on piano and sent it with my computer microphone to which I can pick an AI voice to sing it better.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready to listen to this yet. I’m sorry,” she responded. “Send me the song and I’ll save it to my phone and I’ll listen when I’m ready, even if it’s a month from now. I don’t want it to be erased.”
“Are you sure? It messed up the outro as it’s supposed to be done and the vocals aren’t exactly how I want it, it was a little rock-ier at times but the melody is correct. I tried to sing it with passion and AI took it and went a little extreme.”
“It’s OK,” she said.
The investigation into the murder is actually 404 Media-relevant for several reasons. The AI-generated songs were found after Wilhelm used both Cellebrite and Graykey to try to break into Wilhelm’s phone.
Ultimately Wilhelm used Graykey’s Magnet tool to unlock and examine Flynn’s phone, which gave him a “full file system extraction.” Wilhelm then obtained Flynn’s messages, the AI audio files, cell phone location history, sleep data from Flynn’s Oura Ring, heart rate data from an Apple Watch, learned that Flynn deleted an app called “AI music song generator” days before the murder, and AirPod connection and disconnection information.
Yesterday, I received this email as a response to You Can't Vibe Code Love. It's such a remarkable and powerful statement that I asked permission to share it here, in its entirety, with personal information redacted:
Hey Jeff,
Hope you and your family are doing well.
Just jogging your memory; I reached out to you (and John Carmack) about how difficult interviewing had become despite me being a stellar engineer at my work. You offered some words of wisdom, wrote me a postcard, which I still have, and stickers (which my kids loved).
I took a leadership coordination role in Tokyo, and it freed me from the interview process I hated, and I'm still programming. Through the public school here my family found our way into a community, which brings me to why I'm writing.
I've been thinking about Stack Overflow drying up and honestly; I feel profoundly sad.
2013 I was active duty in the Air Force. Simultaneously I was also going to college full time remotely. I was deployed in Zamboanga Philippines. The Zamboanga Siege happens. Over 100 people killed, 120,000 civilians displaced. It was warfare in a populated city where nobody should have every been caught up in that to begin with. For 3 weeks this went on.
I was still doing college. I still had homework, tests, projects. All of that needed to be done.
With everything happening around me, missing my projects and homework became a huge risk. Everyday was a fight to do my job and help these people, and do my school. I would cry a lot looking at my textbooks not sleeping. The smoke from the burning city would come in the cracks of the buildings I worked and lived in.
I had a Microsoft Surface because it was perfect for someone who was flying around with equipment on vehicles that vibrated all the time. I swapped the plate out from my vest and slid in my Surface so that I could still do my homework if we had to leave. That's how important this was to me.
Sometimes I would get stuck, and I needed someone to just nudge me in the right direction.
I actually come from a family with a few software engineers. I have friends who were software engineers. I reached out for help. The standard response from everyone fell between ignoring me or telling me I need to "do it myself".
You know who did help me? Random strangers on Stack Overflow. People who had nothing to gain from helping me other than just trying to help someone in need.
That meant so much to me. I felt a connection to people through a community.
And it meant the world.
An LLM would have done exactly what I wanted back then. But would it have given me what I needed?
At the time, I needed to know somebody cared enough to help me.
You, your colleagues, and random strangers in the Stack Overflow Community, really helped me. It was more than answering my questions. You gave me your time. That made me feel like I mattered. The fact my questions could help other people in my predicament made me feel like I was part of something.
An LLM can't do that.
So when I watch communities hollow out, replaced by something that gives answers but doesn't give me a single thought... I get depressed. Because we're losing something that was always there but I didn't notice. It's like losing gravity.
Thanks for everything.
If you ever find yourself in [city] I'd love to say thank you personally.
Hope all is well,
D
Perhaps the LLMs are a reminder that we should make an extra effort to cultivate relationships with each other and form communities online – communities that belong to us, not some billionaire. Communities where we regularly stop to help each other, because that's how we learn too. And if we do not stop to help each other... what do we become?