I have been thinking about the threat of AI. While I find myself agreeing with Stephen Hawking’s concerns, at least once a week I get the stupidity of AI rubbed into my face.
Such happened this morning.
I received an email from Amazon [Link] offering me several choices in shoes.
None of which are available,perhaps even made, in my size.
I have a narrow foot. It is hard for me to buy shoes. No store in Greater Metropolitan Arab sells shoes to fit me. Only one or two in Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill do so. Mostly I buy on-line, and have a selection that is less than the number of phalanges.
But what displays the stupidity of AI and the organizations that use it, at least today, is a weekly email from Amazon offering me – always – shoes that I cannot wear.
Somehow that seems fitting. And descriptive of contemporary Amerika.
It seems this is a good week for Alibam in the national council of thieves legislators. [Link]
Seems the representative for Nawth Alibam is incapable of telling stones from stercus. Especially when it comes to climate change, which I suspect he avers is a fiction created by the Venusians or one of them other furrin heathen nations.
Notably, his district includes Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill, Huntsville, where 90% of the IQ points in the state are concentrated.
I have to advance the conjecture that stupidity is good for the greenery since that seems sometimes to be the principal good in Alibam.
It seems that the senior senator from Alibam has once more outed himself as a flaming Nazi.[Link] He voted AGAINST the continuation of Net Neutrality.
I am sure he will pour forth all sorts of erudite lies justifying his position but fundamentally it comes down to not giving a d**n about his constituents.
Happily he is coming up for election in two years and can be humbled to the needs of the citizenry rather than his own and his donors’ greed.
The other day I ran across an article [Link] entitled “For the Love of Science, Neil deGrasse Tyson, Learn to Read the Room” that takes Chicken Man to task for tweeting about astronomical errors in a movie. The author and unidentified others (fictional?) criticized the distraction from the evils portrayed in the movie.
I am entertaining the idea that the evils are in the article.
The movie is about a wanna-be politician having an illicit sexual liaison and in the process discorporating the woman. Big Whoop! That’s what politicians do. And as such the movie fails as entertainment. Which is what movies are supposed to be. This stercus about moral messaging is just that. And diarrheatic to boot.
Which is undoubtedly something beyond the mental abilities of this journalist.
On a more relevant azimuth, this journalist, and the unidentified others, apparently have so little knowledge of reality that egregious inaccuracies do not disrupt their “suspension of disbelief.” I am not sure this would have disrupted mine since I am neither astrophysicist nor astronomer but I can attest that other unrealities – that’s of PHYSICAL reality, not social reality – have disrupted mine and I have exited the theater or ejected the DVD.
At the cost of a relationship with other humans back in the days between grad schule and marriage.
Although there have been several movies that I started watching with FD SCP and she finished them alone. Because I was off regurgitating.
So just because your (mistaken) view of reality isn’t challenged by stupidity and incompetence, don’t assume everyone else’s isn’t either.
Sometimes BOG is a synonym for Ferd.
Incidentally, I don’t need to go see a movie about stuff I experienced. Not do I take a shower wearing a SCUBA suit.
One day. And back to gym. Where all sorts of media matters came to attention.
First, I was reminded that nuptials among the tyrants of Albion are upcoming. What struck me was that the event was epitomized by the tyranny of pomp and the vacuity of circumstance.
On the other hand, we here in Amerika are nationally epitomized by the pomp of the toxic waste dump and the vacuity of promises.
Next, I listened to a podcast episode of an Indian (as in sub-continent, not American First Peoples) castigating his own for having sold out to what used to be called “the monied interests.” Happily he confirmed one of my own observations with the equation (in my terms)
Quality of Composition * Disintegrity of the Journalist = Constant
which if accurate often enough to let one identify false reportage. At least until the “monied interests” get hard up enough to hire journalists with actual composition skills and abilities.
Lastly, FD SCP made me watch “60 minutes” with her last night on the electromagnetic audio-visual receiver and I was rather taken by a vignette on a film being made about the “bridge builder” Francis. Taken, not by the film making, but what the fellow had to say that transcended the crap and self-furthering of organized religion. He actually got more down to the actual meat of religion and not the sugar fluff and ball gags that organized religion distributes.
I now have renewed hope for the “Pursuit of Happiness.”
Seven Day and a bit of tab hawgin’. Which brought me back to an article [Link] entitled “How 250 Siberians Became the First Native Americans.” which is the sort of horrible composition that rather rubs my pelt in the wrong direction – mental or physical.
Point being is that humans are NOT native to the Americas. So calling people who got here before Western Europeans “Native” is bad composition. Ignorance. Prevarication. Politics, maybe. Definitely from the sense of politicians being evil and mean and greedy and nasty.
But over and above the penchant for thieves to want to be elected to government, we have the popular lie that there are “Native Americans.”
Ain’t no such animal.At least, human animal. There are some animals that seem to be native but that’s because they evolved here. And humans didn’t. We all trace back to Africa. Although there is some evidence that some humans did evolve elsewhere, like Neandertals and Denisovians. Maybe.
But not in the Americas. That’s why they were so pristine. Until the humans of this article, maybe, arrived, the Americas were unspoilt, unpolluted by humans. It’s hard to even conceive but there was a time when Mesopotamia was a garden and not a desert.
My point of this natter is that not only is it stupid to talk about Native Americans – and certainly we humans have a strong claim to being stupid – buy we may also be the enders of life on the planet.
Gee, isn’t that a cheery thought?
So why can’t we plagiarize the Canadians and call them “First Peoples?” Then we can refer to a generation or so from now as “Last Peoples.”
If there is anyone left to write it down.
On the subject of breakthroughs – see previous blot – I ran across this [Link]
and realized that I wrote my thesis before desktop computers. So step three was me writing out the draft by hand – YEA CURSIVE! – and then keying masters on an IBM Selectric typewriter-machine.
Life was easier and harder back then. It was harder to build the keyed output; it was easier to get away with glitches. (There was a campus myth about a nasty committee member who got a manuscript enema.)
Also got my name added to an obscure (one can even say transparent) bit of physics.