When playing Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat major, Op. 9 youtube uses Van Gogh Starry Nights.as background.
troubling...choice
When playing Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat major, Op. 9 youtube uses Van Gogh Starry Nights.as background.
troubling...choice
Is AI just an experiment in Learned Idiocy? I recently discovered that around 1440 a cardinal, Nicholas of Cusa, wrote De Docta Ignorantia—“On Learned Ignorance”––arguing that since the human mind is finite, it cannot fully grasp infinite reality. I have not read the book, but it is probably one page the idiot savants who became billionaires building AI should read. I would argue that if AI ever truly managed to simulate idiocy—Artificial Idiocy—then maybe it would finally capture the one human quality that really does seem infinite: our stupidity.
The problem with the new chatbots is not just that they are often stupid and naive; it is that they are not “stupid” or “naive” enough to pick up on the nuances, ironies, and revealing contradictions that constitute human culture and communication. Worse, by relying on them, we risk succumbing to the same obtuseness.
Was proud I invented a new word. Flatitude. To describe a joke that falls flat. Proud to donate it to the English language. A mix between platitude and flatulence. Turns out it was used a couple of times. So I tried to regroup in fartitude. But it was also used in the title of a publication. So my efforts went from flat to fart.
Let's say I maintained the flame alive
In older times, religion was what created a community—not nations, not language. This Sunday, the Joel Osteen sermon was preempted by a football game.
My blog is visited daily by hundreds of bots. There is never a like or a comment. I am afraid I know why: they are visiting: to learn from my intelligence and build an AI.
AcademAI
Phantomiming one's existence.
I was very proud I invented this phantomime word. It is already in the WiKi. I wonder if it was coffeerighted. If so, I will pronounce it fantomime!
Building a ballroom in the White House paves the way for a dancing Congress. The missing piece from Trump's populist message - in America anybody can dream of dancing in the White House. The tune? Not the tired Waltz of the decayed Europe/ The Kazatsky? The Chinese Lion Dance?
While preservationists worry about the building and taxpayers complain about the cost, no one has noted the obvious parallel to the Congress of Vienna: dancing on the grave of Napoleonic democracy.
But he eill be able to stage a Miss America contest right next his bedroom.
I crushed an improv scene, they invited me to participate but first the emcee read the the house rules. No misogynism, no anti0immigrant, no homophobia, no inappropriate touching, no porn. Seemed to me it was ImproWoke.
Most people agree that saving time hours are useless. But it would be crazy to change the time system only in one city. Does caroe diem nuke any sense for this post? Or is it cave canem? I need some western culture for this moment.
For a very long time baseball was the most popular sport in America. The national sport. With main attraction players immigrants from Latin America. Now the most popular sport is football. This transition follows the political discourse from boring to violent.
Freud was a kind of a Columbus. Wrong in most issues, but opened a new direction of thought and expression.
I was proud when I discovered the we are family. According to Ancestry he is grandmother’s aunt half brother’s in law, The Freud dynasty. Not just Shlomo...Very surprised and proud. And then I discovered he was same playmate and age with his nephew, and kind of screwed up relationships. So happy I am not that close family
Democracy gave us Trump and now Mamdani. I asked AI for whom it would vote in NYC. It answered Mayor Adams. Smart!
When someone was trying to give me a compliment she would say "Nice tie!" as there was nothing else nice about me. Now I don't wear ties and I get "Nice socks!"
Opticians used to fix a loose screw or pop a lens back in for free. Now, I've noticed my optician charges a fee for these small repairs.
Went to a random bike shop, where they pumped my tires with air for no charge.
Another of Plato’s objections to laughter is that it is malicious. In Philebus (48–50), he analyzes the enjoyment of comedy as a form of scorn. “Taken generally,” he says, “the ridiculous is a certain kind of evil, specifically a vice.” That vice is self-ignorance: the people we laugh at imagine themselves to be wealthier, better looking, or more virtuous than they really are. In laughing at them, we take delight in something evil—their self-ignorance—and that malice is morally objectionable. (from https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/humor/)
From Plato to our president.....
I remember when all professional men carried attaché cases. I was so
impressed. I'd see them and think, "Wow, these guys must be carrying
important documents... corporate secrets... the launch of a new soap campaign!" In the
subways they were reading a newspaper. Trump was promoting decent buildings endangering the stripped bass.
So when I finally got a raise, I bought one, pressed carton. I felt so
powerful. I quickly discovered it was the perfect size... for a tuna sandwich.
But I used to get pizza at lunch.
The attaché case is extinct. Now, we're a more
casual America. Everyone has a backpack. Running
shoes, a bottle of water, and... a tuna sandwich. We haven't evolved. But the
subways have the same size. More professional women and more immigrants.
The backpacks freed up hands to
hold cell phones. A menace on the subway. The attaché
case was civilized; it stayed by your leg. A backpack is a weapon. Every time
some tall guy turns around to check the Trump’s messages on X, he smacks me in
the face with a bag full of his sweaty gym clothes.