Saturday, July 26, 2025
50th High School Reunion
Tuesday, July 22, 2025
Xenophilia and other considerations
The British SF writer Charles Stross once noticed a similarity between the existential horrors populating the works of HP Lovecraft and the Cold War nation states. Godlike uncaring entities vying for power and dominance with little regard for the other creatures inhabiting the universe.
The result of this insight resulted in an ongoing book series called the Laundry Files, a mixture of spycraft (down and dirty espionage along the lines of John Le Carre) and Lovecraftian horrors from Beyond all embedded in the usual governmental bureaucracy.
Separately, Mr. Stross has often complained about how reality is always nipping at his heels when it comes to near future fiction. Lately he has been complaining about how current affairs are increasingly looking like the macabre fictions of his Laundry Files. Our government is increasingly looking like a Lovecraftian horror. I would go a step further and suggest that perhaps Mr. Stross is manifesting his own work.
It reminds me of a casual observation I made between the Marvel Cinematic Universe stories about Thor the God of Thunder and my own situation. In one movie, Thor loses an eye. I lose an eye. His compatriot Valkyrie loses a kidney. I lose a kidney. Please, writers of the MCU, stop maiming me.
Mr. Stross produced a novel which posited that the US Government was now possessed by Cthulhu, and I can't untangle this from our current administration. An idiot god ready to consume his humans just to be in charge of the world, or our portion of it. So I am putting out a special plea to Mr. Stross to stop, just stop. While we are all of us still here.
Of course this is sillinesss and yet there is truth to the idea of governmental and corporate superorganisms as massive slow AIs having little regard for the people that consitute them.
I am currently reading Empire Of AI by Karen Hao. I've skimmed through the sections about the big players and personalities involved in the development of AI and their power stuggles because these are boring people. Interchangeable personalities spouting equally boring bullshit. (No question, there is a ton of money in Narrow AI, but these people aren't helping any in their quest for AGI).
I'm much more concerned about the chapters that point out the disaster capitalism involved in using up resources and energy in pursuing AI models, the massive criminal theft of creative works used in loading up these stochastic parrots, and the horrific stories of gig workers in the Global South who are both exploited and traumatized by cleaning data of all the really terrible things that humans can do to each other. (Facebook is guilty AF when it comes abusing workers to "sanitize" content).
It would seem that the human operators of corporations eventually are subsumed by the objective functions of the massive slow AIs they work for. Note how Google went from Don't Be Evil to Enshittify Everything and the human personaliies merely rationalize the corporate behavior with a shrug of dismissal and buy another superyacht.
Unfortunately, the current US administration has embraced the notion of running government like a business with the predictable fucked up results.
I think there is another way to resolve this still before we are all drowned in AI slop and the return of feudalism. The late great David Graeber once correctly noticed that in the private sector, 90% of the service industry jobs were actually care jobs. Not only were the best performers approaching their tasks from a care standpoint, they were also practicing the concept of no bullshit.
My brother E William once told me that he would accompany our dad, a salesman of medical monitoring devices, would often strike out on sales calls at universities and hospitals. At one convention, a biology professor tried to play my dad against a rival salesman from a competing company. That salesman promised the professor that his machines could do all sorts of things. The salesman was blowing smoke up the professor's ass. Dad was honest and said his machines couldn't do what the professor wanted, and lost the bid. But a year later, the professor called him and bought a dozen devices which produced a very nice commision indeed. Dad's moral of the story: Don't Bullshit or you will eventually be found out.
Point being Dad was not operating as a salesman trying to score a sale, but rather as a care giver identifying the needs of the customer and providing a solution to the need. I've seen this in exceptional people again and again in the service industry. Retail clerks, mechanics, you name it, they all act more like doctors and nurses to provide the need. Cost isn't secondary, but profit is. The profit is getting a bee back with the hive. The profit, many times over, but tertiary, is a productive bee.
Nowadays, in the for-profit healthcare industry, the unfortunate tendency is to bullshit to make a profit. That is not a good care strategy and people only get pissed off and cynical. But if we go back to, yes, losing money but increasing quality of life, we actually make a profit through good care. Export that model and things get better.
It's a stupidly simple change, but it seems to work over and over. Maybe it is not too late.
Other things. We poured bronze. Mine came through and I got it all cleaned up and done quickly for a change.
This piece, tentatively titled Zuon, is part of a series of sculptures where I asked the question How will humans treat aliens/AI/robots if we are on kind of an equal level. The answer was treat them like animals. Not always good. Sometimes bad.
Friday, July 4, 2025
It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
Thursday, June 12, 2025
Update on my degenerated lumbar spine
Sam Altman of OpenAI has put out some whoppers on energy and water use of his AIs. Perhaps even hallucinated the source of his unsourced figures. Still, he claims one-fifteenth of a teaspoon of water is used for the average query, and only .34 watt hour of energy. "The price of inteligence will soon be the same as the price of electricity". (That's not intelligence, honey bunny, it's an 80s style expert system running on stuff that can finally handle it. But the quote is also to mean AI will become as invisible as electricity, if that is a good thing).
Narrow AI tasks are tremendously successful and centaurs (people armed with AI) are beating the pants out of physics problems. Literally brute forcing their way though sample spaces like a slimemold to find the optimum stuff (ala Hollander's evolutionary algorithms from the 90s). Coming up with solutions that are hard for our little pink brains to figure out. Superintelligence? Only in the sense that Nature is superintelligent.
Keep in mind these LLMs and machine learning algorithms and neural nets and what have you are all reverse engineered from brains because we couldn't figure out how to build a mechanical brain. So we scraped our biology knowledge base and in turn replicated what the bots do, statistical inference, to approach brain.
But one human brain makes AI run on GPUs look like poop in terms of performance efficiency. The human brain runs on 20 watts, a dim incandescent bulb, that can process an exaflop: 10 to the 18 mathematical operations per secomd. So there!
Anyway I got the neurosurgeon to look at my back today. I set up the appointment in March. Damn our healthcare system is broken. It seems I'm not the only who notices getting specialist care is harder and harder to get. This feels like the socialized medicine horror stories conservatives tell of social democracies, but of course this is the privatized version which is even worse.
Anyway, no surgery. If I need to I can get the injection to reduce inflammation but the plan is to continue with the physical therapy exercises I have learned. I'm fine with that. I asked if I could ever get the pain down to zero and the doc was not optimistic. On the other hand, he said I was young and fit, despite the arthritic lumbar spine and stenosis, there was no need for surgery. Young and fit? I'm 68. I know, he said. Well, he has a point, but I wonder if he is biased? Compared to his other elderly patients, I looked like Superman. Fat old Superman.
I don't look 68. Stay out of the sun, kids. And the past athletic performance reviews I've had at the college gym? Rated me from excellent to superior (for my age). I decided a long time ago, looking at all my decrepit relatives, that I didn't want to be an invalid when I was elderly. Stay active. So far, so good. I guess this is just part of getting old, gettng used to the mileage.Get used to the pain, the constant burning pain in the legs. Weird thing is, I have had brief moments of zero pain, and those are good enough because I'm used to the pain. But moments of less pain are almost as good as zero pain.
It makes me wonder if I have a berserker gene, if such a thing exists. We Kurmans do seem to be able to take hits, major big hits, so you got to wonder what is in the genertics of haplogroup I-1A, the Northern Barbarian, is more inured to pain? Inbreed enough and maybe.
Anyway, I am doomed to eternal excercise for the rest of my life. That's fine.
Oh yeah, the art show. That was my public transportation adventure and the gallery is in Bucktown.
Mark and his wife Terry (or is it Terri? regardless she's vivacious) visited and were a welcome addition to the opening. I knew maybe two other people and I am not good at interacting with strangers.
Thank goodness Mark's brother CJ showed up with them. I was substantially less awkward. We went to a Thai place, they bid goodbye, I took the train home.
Thursday, May 29, 2025
Grandma and Grandpa Land
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Happy Family |
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While You Were Out |
Monday, May 19, 2025
Cardassian Dad
Thursday, April 24, 2025
Ye Olde Ape
I live in a universe of pain. Xray and MRI results are in and I have an arthritic lumbar spine with stenosis. We inbred Scandinavaians do seem to have the cute little buns and the narrow spinal canal.
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.