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Created using a combination of a Roland D-05 for the pads and my modular synthesizer for the percussive sounds.

The Descent of a Blue Star

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Masters

Mothership

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Looking Too (mix 2)

Are there such things as moral facts? If so, how might we be able to access them? Peter Singer started his career as a preference utilitarian and a moral anti-realist, and then over time became a hedonic utilitarian and a moral realist. How does such a transition occur, and which positions are more defensible? How might objectivism in ethics affect AI alignment? What does this all mean for the future of AI?

On Becoming a Moral Realist with Peter Singer is the sixth podcast in the AI Alignment series, hosted by Lucas Perry. For those of you that are new, this series will be covering and exploring the AI alignment problem across a large variety of domains, reflecting the fundamentally interdisciplinary nature of AI alignment. Broadly, we will be having discussions with technical and non-technical researchers across areas such as machine learning, AI safety, governance, coordination, ethics, philosophy, and psychology as they pertain to the project of creating beneficial AI. If this sounds interesting to you, we hope that you will join in the conversations by following us or subscribing to our podcasts on Youtube, SoundCloud, or your preferred podcast site/application.

In this podcast, Lucas spoke with Peter Singer. Peter is a world-renowned moral philosopher known for his work on animal ethics, utilitarianism, global poverty, and altruism. He's a leading bioethicist, the founder of The Life You Can Save, and currently holds positions at both Princeton University and The University of Melbourne.

Topics discussed in this episode include:

-Peter's transition from moral anti-realism to moral realism
-Why emotivism ultimately fails
-Parallels between mathematical/logical truth and moral truth
-Reason's role in accessing logical spaces, and its limits
-Why Peter moved from preference utilitarianism to hedonic utilitarianism
-How objectivity in ethics might affect AI alignment

AIAP: On Becoming a Moral Realist with Peter Singer

Autumn Waves - Second Crash

Flip is the derogatory term for Filipino people. Mostly used in World War II by American Soldiers. It means
Fucking
Little
Island
People.

Pretty racist amirite? Hope you like the song! I'm still learning how to mix and master so sorry if it sounds not fantastic! I'm trying my hardest to be better! Please share it and show yo mothafucking friends!

my Grandpa is the guy top left.

Lyrics
I’ll cop a million not the pesos, for my kapamilya
Undying love for the islands, but it don’t sound familiar
Never been to the tropics, So shit been not forgotten
The problem is that my mind shift, to white washing
Mcdonalds lobbed themselves, my dawgs still shop at hot topic
Acting edgy, lacking depth (depp) , you ain’t got scissorhands
Machete swinging flips, i wish i delt, a different hand
Yet either way, my president gon deal a vicious plan
It’s hard to take your fucking mask off
Asking God’s forgiveness, like you spitting to a slab wall
Never catch me slipping, when my toes down
Toes in, flowing, stone cold, wish you on now
Got Simon saying shit, like oh wow 
Golden Buzzer, nothing like the off the cuff, smoke loud
I’d tell you smokes if you got em
Duterte, hear me balling, he despatch gestapo, shot them

My Lola want me come over
Brown Sugar Platanos, and saucey hog adobo
I told her, Lola, hold up, gotta phone it up with mom 
Halt and drop the caller, when she offer diniguan
It’s the bomb, No satan in hot chilis and pork blood
I see soul unfold, told from straw huts
Wet mud, slipping in skisms, with Spans and Japanese
United States guilty as well, you gave em spam to eat


Rock the mic like i’m a killer 
Thrilla from Manila
Stealing from the richer,
To the don’t give a shitta
Wrists don’t fuck with slits
Unless im elbow deep, in hello grease
My Fellows been, in mellow dreams
Ain’t acting right, isosceles
Cops’ll squeeze from Compton all the way to Luzon
Almost always, they can’t keep they deuce off 
Need a bit of whoosah
Else you get the choppa, racka bracka lacka  booyah
You ain’t nothing to us

You mucus 
Hawk pyeuh
  
Fuck with me, I crack a good smile
Crackalacking with my crackers, got our own version of 8 mile
Battles up in the quad, when we was 16, what we do  dawg
couple suburban kids, who like the art of spitting true words
Ooh lord, wish I could pack my bags, and adios 
Take a plane to PI, and pop shit, like obvious  
Turn my music Radio, maybe you flips gon bump my shit
Stereo go where we go, hunnid gecs, have fun with it
Dollars turn to pesos, i don’t give a fuck, cop the range rove’
Bought some acres, that shit cost a mango
I ain’t worry no more, bout no stained close   
Cop a house in Cagayan de Oro
Worth like 10gs  
10gs in LA, could buy you popeyes and string cheese
10gs in LA you gon’ find that, yo bank cheap
10gs in PI, got a lifetime of summer breeze
10 weeks in LA, you gon find that, this life hard
10 weeks in PI,Turn Gs in, to Popstars

Flip

Shoutout Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter. Shout out my White Friends, I love y'all.

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LYRICS
 I’m a semi when they tell me, i got fresh flows
Hauling product to the auditorium show
Showing busters, they been nothing
Cuz when he goes, off
Spect’ ya boo to undress, only wearing her socks
Cuz I don’t do toes,
Tho i am ten toes down
Vintage the Gap Velcro
Got back way back, 2 thou
My crackers, keep them close
get out of jail card pass
And they react real fast
When pigs got lights to flash

Turn crimes, to shenanigans  
Cops gonna laugh it off
Pass it off, again
And when i been alone 
They gon find a reason
Knuckles ice, they squeezin’
Now i’m off the deep end

YO I DONT even GIVE A MOTHAFUCK DAWG
MY WHITE FRIENDS always come in CLUTCH DAWG
IT ONLY MAKES SENSE X2 
And we gon’ make cents

Still all my white friends giving me shit
Go eat a dick
I’m white washed, so i’m hot as a bitch  
I feel like Cameron Dallas, out here hitting them licks
If my complexion wasn’t vexxed, i’d be on one of them lists already
Go grab the teddy, that’s a 40 round 
Crackers cannot hold me down
Skin like cream in coffee brown
Losing never stop me now
Booling’ on this indo,
Windows open for me anyhow 
Eating dick for dinner  
That’s a sweet treat for the homies now 
PAUSE
I love my homies, like you love God
It’s a trinity of phetamine and never break apart
And ya’ll just wishing you can have a friendship like ours 
friends still clutching on my heart
Even if they is a Honky
We whip Tonkas
Acting like some children, you just jealous, you are fond of
What we have, and ya’ll just wishing like some wandas 
Timmy Turner talking, all cap, i am on ya
Ya want some B?

(hook)

White friends come to my house, they say it Smell like fish
I'm Biff tannen, they dancing, crackers put on the ritz
If you gon' come in my home, and you ain't gon honor it
I'mma send yo mama the casket, and y'all the ambulance
But I got Devon and Spencer, they spicy whites like cayenne
I'm driving high with the homies, the police, going by them
If I'm alone, then the piggies oinking for me to yield
If I got Tyler, his privilege feel like a magic shield
Feel, like a king
If George gon hold the party, then i’m wild as a chink
If Jerzy throw a party, than my dawg i won’t think
On some fuck up any means, they some mofucking Gs

(hook)

Chilling, with my white friends,
cops turn around when i'm with them
Chilling, with my crackers we vogue
ain't seen shit like this before, yeah
x4

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