I was born in 1962 (so I’m in my 60s). I was raised rationalist, more or less, before we had a name for it. I went to MIT, and have a bachelors degree in philosophy and linguistics, and a masters degree in electrical engineering and computer science. I got married in 1991, and have two kids. I live in the Boston area. I’ve worked as various kinds of engineer: electronics, computer architecture, optics, robotics, software.
Around 1992, I was delighted to discover the Extropians. I’ve enjoyed being in that kind of circles since then. My experience with the Less Wrong community has been “I was just standing here, and a bunch of people gathered, and now I’m in the middle of a crowd.” A very delightful and wonderful crowd, just to be clear.
I‘m signed up for cryonics. I think it has a 5% chance of working, which is either very small or very large, depending on how you think about it.
I may or may not have qualia, depending on your definition. I think that philosophical zombies are possible, and I am one. This is a very unimportant fact about me, but seems to incite a lot of conversation with people who care.
I am reflectively consistent, in the sense that I can examine my behavior and desires, and understand what gives rise to them, and there are no contradictions I‘m aware of. I’ve been that way since about 2015. It took decades of work and I’m not sure if that work was worth it.
I am amused that we are, with perfect seriousness, discussing the dates for the singularity with a resolution of two weeks. I’m an old guy; I remember when the date for the singularity was “in the twenty first century sometime.” For 50 years, predictions have been getting sharper and sharper. The first time I saw a prediction that discussed time in terms of quarters instead of years, it took my breath away. And that was a couple of years ago now.
Of course it was clear decades ago that as the singularity approached, we have a better and better idea of its timing and contours. It’s neat to see it happen in real life.
(I know “the singularity” is disfavored, vaguely mystical, twentieth century terminology. But I’m using it to express solidarity with my 1992 self, who thought with that word.)