Are there any useful summaries of strategies to rearrange priorities and manage time to deal with the implications of this post? I get the existential terror part. We’re minds in constant peril, basically floating on a tattered raft in the middle of the worst hurricane ever imagined. I’m sure only few of the contributors here think that saying, “this sucks but oh well” is a good idea. So what do we do?
Since I’ve started reading LW, I have started to devote way more of my life to reading. I read for hours each day now, mostly science literature, philosophy, economics, lots of links to external things from LW. But it hardly feels like enough and every choice I make about what to read feels like a precious one indeed. I am a grad student, and I think often about the rapidly changing landscape of PhD jobs. Should I be content going to an industrial job and paying for cryonics and hoping to nudge people in my social circles to adopt more rational hygiene in their beliefs (while working on doing so myself as well)? I know no one can really answer that kind of question for me, but other people can simulate that predicament and offer advice. Is there any?
If an intelligence explosion does happen in the next few decades, why am I even spending precious minutes worrying about what skill set to train into myself for such-and-such an industry or such-and-such a career? Those types of tasks might even be the very first tasks to be subsumed by advanced technology (much the way that technology displaces legal research assistants faster than janitors). The world isn’t fair. I could study advanced math and engineering and hit my career at just the moment in history when those stop being people-tasks. I could be like the Reeks and Recs from Vonnegut’s Player Piano. This is serious beeswax here. I want to make a Bayesian decision about how to spend my time and what skill set to train into myself. It would seem like this site is among the best places to pose the question and ask for direction to sweet updatable evidence. But where is some?
I realise it is over a year later but can I ask how it went, or whether anyone has advice for someone in a similar position? I felt similar existential terror when reading The Selfish Gene and realising on one level I’m just a machine that will someday break down, leaving nothing behind. How do you respond to something like that? I get that you need to strike a balance between being sufficiently aware of your fragility and mortality to drive yourself to do things that matter (ideally supporting measures that will reduce said human fragility) but not so much you obsess over it and become depressed, but it can seem a pretty tricky balance to strike, especially if you are temperamentally inclined towards obsessiveness, negativity and akrasia.
Are there any useful summaries of strategies to rearrange priorities and manage time to deal with the implications of this post? I get the existential terror part. We’re minds in constant peril, basically floating on a tattered raft in the middle of the worst hurricane ever imagined. I’m sure only few of the contributors here think that saying, “this sucks but oh well” is a good idea. So what do we do?
Since I’ve started reading LW, I have started to devote way more of my life to reading. I read for hours each day now, mostly science literature, philosophy, economics, lots of links to external things from LW. But it hardly feels like enough and every choice I make about what to read feels like a precious one indeed. I am a grad student, and I think often about the rapidly changing landscape of PhD jobs. Should I be content going to an industrial job and paying for cryonics and hoping to nudge people in my social circles to adopt more rational hygiene in their beliefs (while working on doing so myself as well)? I know no one can really answer that kind of question for me, but other people can simulate that predicament and offer advice. Is there any?
If an intelligence explosion does happen in the next few decades, why am I even spending precious minutes worrying about what skill set to train into myself for such-and-such an industry or such-and-such a career? Those types of tasks might even be the very first tasks to be subsumed by advanced technology (much the way that technology displaces legal research assistants faster than janitors). The world isn’t fair. I could study advanced math and engineering and hit my career at just the moment in history when those stop being people-tasks. I could be like the Reeks and Recs from Vonnegut’s Player Piano. This is serious beeswax here. I want to make a Bayesian decision about how to spend my time and what skill set to train into myself. It would seem like this site is among the best places to pose the question and ask for direction to sweet updatable evidence. But where is some?
I realise it is over a year later but can I ask how it went, or whether anyone has advice for someone in a similar position? I felt similar existential terror when reading The Selfish Gene and realising on one level I’m just a machine that will someday break down, leaving nothing behind. How do you respond to something like that? I get that you need to strike a balance between being sufficiently aware of your fragility and mortality to drive yourself to do things that matter (ideally supporting measures that will reduce said human fragility) but not so much you obsess over it and become depressed, but it can seem a pretty tricky balance to strike, especially if you are temperamentally inclined towards obsessiveness, negativity and akrasia.
There’s lots to say, but I’ll reserve it for a full discussion post soon, and I’ll come back here and post a link.
Sounds good, I’ll look forward to it.