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Elegant orchestration - how Indian office cafeterias deliver peace and community
And now consider a modern Bangalore tech campus. The cafeteria sprawls across 20,000 square feet, seven live counters, three different bread stations. The Jain counter serves pav bhaji without onions — an impossibility made possible. The Bengali station has begun serving “Vegan Macher Jhol” — fish curry without fish, perhaps the ultimate fusion apostasy. Watch a young engineer load her plate: quinoa biryani, avocado dosa, and a side of Manchurian cauliflower. Watch her colleague choose a traditional thali. They sit together, eating completely different meals, arguing about code reviews. This is the real Indian genius — not synthesis but coexistence. Not melting pot but thali, each dish in its own perfect compartment, none touching, all on the same plate. We survived Alexander, the Mughals, the British, and forty years of socialism. We’ll survive the microwave wars too. One perfectly seasoned, explosively flavored, never-just-okay meal at a time. Because in India, as Nero Wolfe understood, a meal isn’t just a meal. It’s a statement of civilization. And we will not tolerate quinine in our pâté. Or meat in our microwaves. Or sugar in our sambar. That’s the Indian way.
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AI take-off might still be relatively slow…
- The O-Ring models makes AI hard to work with. The O-Ring model stipulates that, in some settings, it is the worst performer who sets the overall level of productivity. (In the NBA, for instance, it may be the quality of the worst defender on the floor, since the player your worst defender is supposed to guard can just keep taking open shots.) Soon enough, at least in the settings where AI is supposed to shine, the worst performer will be the humans. The AIs will make the humans somewhat better, but not that much better all that quickly.
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Machina Deus
I empathize with the desire behind all of this. At times I feel overwhelmed by the immensity of the forces of both nature and culture. Huge systems which we can not fully comprehend and for which any one human is insignificant. Even someone as brilliant as Dario Amodei cannot single-handedly bend the physics of the climate crises, or solve the intricate puzzle of infectious disease, or pull us back from the descent into tribal politics. If anything, better understanding deepens the sense of individual impotence. It is in those moments of despair that we most desire divine intervention. And yet I continue to believe that we should not rush to abdicate our responsibility. Gods, once called, may be impossible to get rid of.
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