Thursday, April 10, 2025
Michael Lewis
Monday, March 31, 2025
Five interstellar robots out there, from the USA and only the USA.
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
We'll Always Have Murderbots
What are the 5 softest genrations in USA history?
Gen Z
Millenials
Gen X
Boomers
Silent Generation
Greatest Generation
Yes, loves, the Greatest Generation were considered soft slackers by their elders. What they all have in common is living in Modern Times and more specifically electrification.
Dolly Parton grew up in a cabin with no electricity, and when they finally got it, she said it was "like going from the Stone Age to the Space Age".
Listen to Dolly Parton.
Along the great acceleration of the modern age, we have cursed ourselves with each new blessing. Petroleum powered the Monkey Singularity, but also soiled our global nest. Plastics, modern miracle, choking the machinery of life. You get the idea. But we do love our great acceleration and insist on more science and technology. Problem, the carrying capacity of this S-curve is brains. Not enough brains to throw at stuff, and you plateau or decline. Need more brains.
Problem. Not enough brains.
Solution (age old solution) automate. And so it has happened.
Problem. Robot brains even in humanoid bodies cant' handle it.
Solution: Throw more money at it until it breaks. And so it has happened.
Keep in mind, even the electricity powered robots are powered by us food eating robots.
Consider this chart:
Gross per acre is best looked at as capitalist owner farmer's earnings/cost. The net is after the farmer sells it, but you notice a big chunk out of the net is labor. The hated labor. Capitalist owner farmer gets more from the labor intensive crops like vegtables in favor of feed or meat, which uses a lot less labor. But often he or she leaves that money on the table, becuase of labor. In fact, a lot of the tractors are robots, and the farmer is more manager than worker himself, in charge of a menagerie of robot slaves harvesting a vast monolculture.
Robot slaves don't pick tomatoes very well.
As a result, the United States of Armerica has a slavery problem. We like slaves. We want slaves. But we increasingly cannot have slaves.
I could be totally wrong (I doubt it) but it could be AGI robot slaves to the rescue.
If so, that gives us until the escosystem humans depend on collapses, as early 2032, no later than 2054.
Monday, March 17, 2025
My Sperm Is On The Market
Wednesday, February 26, 2025
Too Many Bots
People don't like science and technology because we perceive that it diminishes us. We went from Center of the Universe to a mere dust mote in some unremarkable corner of the cosmos. The universe itself perhaps just one speck in a massive number of universes.
Humans went from the children of God, or pieces of God, to monkeys. With the advent mechanical things and then electric computers, we went to the idea we are flesh algorithms easily mimicked by simulation programs. AI threatening our very idea of our own precious individuality and consciousness.
I don't see it that way. I'm an atheist and aspiritus, and yet there are plenty of things I hold sacred.
You, dear reader. You are sacred to me.
(Sacred in my book meaning precious one of a kind to be cherished no harm I).
So if it turns out AI is sapient or even sentient, then I am overjoyed to welcome my silicon cousins to the mix. If, on the other hand, we are just a non-sapient, non-sentient meat things, then I am still filled with joy that I somehow perceive and operate, live if you will, in a universe of Death.
I try not to comment on social media anymore, knowing that my stuff gets scraped. Too many bots. I actually think I found an insult that a bot made form when I was on Twitter. There's no guarantee my insult was original or unique, parallet evolution and all that, but the cadence (for I talk when I write) sounded eeerily familiar to my tongue. Is that a bad thing? that I made the cut to some LLM that appreciated my underrated remark? Who can say.
When these intertubes first appeared, I got hooked on the BBS systems, because I am the chatterbox. And it was fun to make friends and enemies. We dumb monkeys, like pretty much all life on Earth, sure do like to hang out with each other. Despite all the negativity, being social, being part of a community, is a prime directive, a primeval piece of common sense.
Put a plastic cup in a completely empty patch of ocean, and within half an hour there is a community of teeny tiny lttle creatures. That's just the way it is. And I'm amazed at how, in the vast fucking ocean, they find that cup.
People are like that too. I taught a summer technology class for kid 8-14. Part of the class was a lecture, which was torture for both them and me. I set up breaks, where the kids got into the adjacent classroom with computers to play games. Rather than play their own games, they found multiplayer games on the internet, and formed teams. That room was a plastic cup in my bleak ocean. That's when I figured the kids out, and adjusted my teaching style accordingly. I gave up talking to them. I broke the lectures into bite sized pieces. and worked it into conservations. I couldn't shut them up about formerly boring topics.
What's the point of this?
Community. Sorry if you don't like that commie word, but that is how things happen.
But still, too many bots.
Saturday, February 15, 2025
COBOL
Wednesday, January 29, 2025
Year of the Wood Snake
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Hexagram 64 |
Monday, January 20, 2025
Other things. Any other thing.
Friday, January 10, 2025
Wild Chocolate
Monday, January 6, 2025
Florida Vacation
Five days in Cape Coral. Ate well, got some sun, got some color, got some exercise. Alternating nights drinking. Cape Coral has canals, from above it looks like the PacMan game, so walking was a maze. I tried to do the blood sugar walk after each meal, and was 3 out of 5 days doing it. Enough walking to get a tan. I was supposed to lose weight and instead I gained it like a fat fat fatty.
(My kidney doctor scolded me for gaining 7 lbs in three weeks. I was like; the holidays. He said, you are like a starship with only one damaged warp nacelle running. You can't afford any extra mass. You are too tubby of a rocketship. Lose those pounds. That got through my geek skull)
The weather was perfect, the area hideously overdeveloped, businesses cheek to jowl. Still nothing to the auto and diesel smokes tempered in frozen airs of the great Northern cities, Great Lakes Sector. Each inhale of gulf air was a sinus rinse. Wonderful.
I enjoyed it. And that surprised me how unenjoyable my life has been lately. Not from depression or events, just a general fog of suck.
We went to the beach. The beach was foggy and people freaked. It is always foggy in the winter. The Gulf water was 65F, Lake Michigan in June? temp. Warm air, cold water = fog. The fog burned off. Most people stuck to the shore, but my grand niece from Kansas was determined to get in the ocean. We waded out in the sand shallows. Finally about 20 yards out, we got some big breaking waves. I turn around and almost every kid from the beach is behind me.
Oh, I realize, I am an adult. I am the adult. The water is safe, with the adult present.
Better still, I'm Grandpa Weed, so we are going to have a fun time. I throw my great niece into the waves, then I have to throw everyone. The kids cavorted in the surf like seals. They played like otters.
Finally I say OK kids we are going in, followed by an Aww and I said Nope In You Go. We waded ashore. It was cool. I led a tribe for a liitle bit. And, you know, my motto:
Safer with me, than anywhere in the universe.