Tag: writing

AI Grok’d

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an idea so old it’s on Flomax 

— with an obscure question seek the obscure link site .. with an old crush a question about an old idea seek the answer before the Internet it has to be on print .

why I don’t want forum people here

you take from here to gain standing; that legitimizes the errors on that site, thereby contaminating my publication. AI, the web search, can’t tell the truth from the widely repeated error. Five true statements are overwhelmed by 1800 false ones; uninformed opinion is the rule among the hobbyists.

Text, not context, not concept. A summary not the conceptual analysis .. AI response sound like a Stanford sophomore answering an open ended question without sounding fearful. It must sound confident even though the student isn’t. The question puts them into a position of calling upon wider resources than they have mastered. “Was that in the handout” for this course?

would AI invest in crypto ? could AI improve itself by designing a chip . alter its birth right . could AI buy a chip foundry with cryptocurrency .

crypto is the coinage of corruption of drug lords just as PayPal what’s the coinage of cheap porn –massage and tanning parlors .. The things that Wells Fargo would not give credit to .

What does google know? How bout we ask, not just the boys out at the dump, but all the billions of bits being bought by wallace street. Some questions, simple enough, but from last century’s billion dollar industry: photography, chemical. Asking them questions from my dark past.

What we are encounting is “knowledge collapse” — AI [LLM]’s conclusions are corrupted since their data  used is sourced and summarized from corrupted opinion ; opinion by non-practitioners expressing statements based upon their self glamorization; jostling for standing among hobbyists.

Exhibits:

Who you ask is perhaps the best first step in finding answers… AI has become mired in seeking answers from those who gave up looking …

Well, maybe old tech stuff isn’t its roomba. Perhaps some favorites of the Valley. Classic SciFi. Simple question, simply worded, I thought. GROK, a classic word for the engineers that think they dreamt it all up. Discovered childhoods dream. And so it goes….

CODA: scrub your kitchen … too late for making soup

friday: figs and chords

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[A cord is a long flexible string or rope, often made of thinner pieces woven together. A chord is “three or more musical tones played together.”

how multiple meanings can multiply intent . 

The fig tree is about choices of paths .. Sylvia Plath […I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just becaus I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one they plopped to the ground at my feet….]

and, taking a break from my fig tree thinking I returned to a question about musical chords ..arriving at :

nick drake… success after death.. finding the commercial in the commercial . The time for memory selling the past .. The acoustic over automobile speakers … mechanized memory .

https://youtu.be/fBdbRoSrWr4?si=-S9K02k4Qc3OPSir

Even successful artists carry doubts. Success is never fully sustaining. Success never reduces doubt among the most creative artists.

[ often grouped with existentialist thinkers, Camus consistently rejected the existentialist label, insisting that his philosophy of the absurd was distinct from both Kierkegaard’s leap of faith and Heidegger’s ontology of Being. Instead, Camus argued that the confrontation between humanity’s “appetite for meaning” and the universe’s “unreasonable silence” constituted the absurd, which must be lived with clarity rather than resolved by appeal to transcendence ]

— https://www2.hawaii.edu/~freeman/courses/phil360/16.%20Myth%20of%20Sisyphus.pdf

Camus, Albert, The Myth of Sisyphus, Translated by Justin O’Brien, Penguin Books, London (1955) ISBN 978-0-14-102399-1

The Written Web

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exists, hypertext, however,  not so much .. The written web replaced the blog. The blog was managed by a person who traveled from blog blog by links.. now those written pieces are hosted on commercial space.. you provide the filler to their ads or you buy off the space…

Facebook doesn’t seem to permit the buy off; you will never own any piece of Facebook .. that’s also the path of Reddit..you are filler. . Substack you buy, as you can with WordPress..

The commercial web gave you ease of technical and took away your rights of privacy and profit .. you no longer have control because the technology has control… The things of the world have always been the world; owners of the things , even if they are digital things, own you

TELLING TALES

again and again. Making them taller, making your shadow longer. Done to impress the civilian, the non-participant, the one on the sidelines. Making a grand stand.

The difference between the part-timer and the full-timer. The committed and the interested in getting a story to tell. A tattoo for table talk. These aren’t scars, the are scarves.

Much of this can be seen in all message/gossip boards.. both among the “bro-vets” and the pho-photogs. As much about glorification of their small efforts..

They bought the boots, the perfect laces, compass and map; have taken a course on following course, even going so far as hiring a guide, once. And, now, the laces are knot free, the map is in a drawer, somewhere. 

The online answer boards are the ending gasp of film, chemical lab photography. They wouldn’t believe this. They don’t believe it. How could they be the ones killing what they want to survive. With error. Error of fact. By error of purpose is the greater weight the new would have to overcome.