Can there be such a thing as ethical AI?

All I need is u to make my patio utopia.

When you’re reckless, you’re wreck-full.

Yet another example of procrastination: writing a post about procrastination

Lay your head back and shut your eyes in honor of torpor, word of the day for August 20.

I like to believe that sometime soon you or I are going to be able to say “well dammit, you were right” and we could shake hands and forget it all.

These chat AI bots could probably write a heck of an autobiography.

Currently reading: Emergence by Steven Johnson 📚

The trouble with being a futurist:

“But TiVo and Replay — and their descendants — will also fall under the sway of self-organization. In five years, not only will every television set come with a digital hard drive — all those devices will also be connected via the Web to elaborate, Slashdot-style filtered communities.”

Written in 2000, this book has occasional wistful fairy tales that (unfortunately for us) didn’t come to pass.

You’re either pouncing or dinner.

self-reverence: overwhelming love for oneself

Currently reading: Emergence by Steven Johnson 📚

Those first few posts were not a real example of emergence. They are parts, and they add up to a whole, but it’s more like a jigsaw puzzle. The key to making sense of them is to read them in reverse order (oldest post first). That’s not normally how blogging works. They are a sufficient … read more

Seven years ago I stopped working in tech. It’s been 14 years since I blogged. The Internet has changed a lot over this time. So has the world. Exploring that is part of what this blog is about. I have always told stories. My children say that I am a fabulist. I might also comment on things … read more

I wake up, and the bases look like pizza boxes. Lots more changed, whether I know it or not. Not going into details about how this happened for now. Eighteen months between posts… that’s some nap. And that was just me hitting the snooze button.

Ol’ Rip went up into the Kaatskills, had a drink with some ghosts, and fell asleep for twenty years. When he finally woke up and came down from what was now the Catskill Mountains, a lot had changed. Among other things, King George was gone, replaced by someone named Washington.

My story is a little different. I’m not a first-time caller. But it’s been a while, and I haven’t been listening. As far as knowing what I’m doing publishing on the interwebs, imagine Rip Van Winkle, tripping over newfangled shoelaces and missing his wooden shoes. That’s me.

“First time caller, long time listener.” I first heard that in the late ’80s or early ’90s on WFAN-NY, the original 24-hour sports radio network. It’s sorta like saying “I know how this works, but I might screw it up anyway.” A pre-emptive apology for knowledge but no experience.