Old People Suck, To a Large Extent

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Here I am at age 61, by the measure of someone under 40, an old person, and for me, that means I’m part of the group of people who generally suck. The people who are averse to change, stuck in routines, creatures of habit, and detached from the zeitgeist. This is mostly true of those I encounter who have pushed into the mid to upper 50s and beyond, but obviously, not all.

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Today, I became the 810,701st person to join the Pika Discord channel, though I’m the 75,180th member on Runway’s channel. What this means is that I’m late to the game. What game is that? It’s not the Olympics, baseball, football, or any other sport the masses obsess about. Pika and Runway are early leaders in the artistic text-to-image and image-to-image artificial-intelligence-driven generative video creation. These tools require me to refamiliarize myself with the processing side of things, looking at the next generation of GPUs from NVidia, NPUs from Intel and Qualcomm, and LPUs from Groq, promising to accelerate our race into AI. Then there’s the terminology such as LoRA (Low-Rank Adaptation), Diffusion Model, VAE (Variational Autoencoder), Checkpoints, GAN (Generative Adversarial Networks), ControlNet, NeRF (Neural Radiance Field), GPU Clouds, and new terms are emerging all the time.

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Inherent complexity is certainly at the center of this emergent field of creativity, with pundits on the side lamenting whether machine-generated art, writing, music, or video even qualifies as such. That part of the conversation is a non-starter as it negates the fact that iterative stages of all tools hold the potential to disrupt the comfort of those who’d prefer to maintain the status quo. I believe the alarmist side of the story is most appealing to the elderly, who fear change and are reluctant to experiment with things. They fear embarrassment if they are not adept at bringing on new skills.

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Along the way, I contend with those who want to insist that AI is a zero-sum game for humanity and will either fail or enslave and destroy us instead of simply being another tool that enhances how and what we people do. I suppose if one looks on from the observer’s point of view and listens to the talking heads trying to entice one’s senses to hysteria (since that’s what pulls the masses in), one might easily believe there is nothing of any lasting value in the scary futuristic world of human irrelevance. But if those same people could peer into an intricate node network of ComfyUI harnessing the community-driven tools of image manipulation or tune into trying Claude’s Sonnet, Meta’s Llama 3.1-405B, or Mistral Large 2 asking about the intersection of ideas between Thomas Pynchon, C.S. Lewis, and Oswald Spengler to see what thoughts these AI’s might inspire them to consider, they might see that humanity is opening a window to a deeper knowledge that could move culture forward in profound ways.

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Almost daily, there are advancements in tool evolution regarding video, music, writing, research, vision systems, medical diagnosis, and other areas of augmenting intelligence and pattern recognition that benefit from deeper thinking, just as the mass of humans would be doing if they, too, were exploring complicated systems instead of banal entertainments that absolve them of stepping into the minefield of potential failure of comprehension.

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But why am I picking on the elderly? Because I want co-conspirators in this exercise to fight against intellectual lethargy by turning over these brain cells in an attempt to maintain a semblance of plasticity in this aging gray matter in my head. Then, maybe instead of hearing their stupidity put on display in public as they speak of the dumbest shit imaginable, I’d be able to dip into their conversations and have them drop knowledge into my hungry mind. I have to thank social media and all of its ills for creating connections with those who are at the frontier of discovering and playing with things that are the furthest away from simple and easy. I’m not saying I always want to be mired in the trenches of difficulty, but the Marvel Universe, various television series, celebrity relationships, and political shenanigans are nothing more than distractions absolving the populace from advancing themselves.

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At this moment, I’m in the discovery process of learning ComfyUI. The basics are starting to make sense, but only slightly, and now I can decipher what the image notes at Civitai mean when they reference which Checkpoint version the artist is using, the prompts, LoRA trigger words, the sampler used, how the seed lends variation and just what kind of time and broad thinking is being invested by these artists. Demons, fire, nymphs, buxom anime girls, cyborgs, and tons of fantasy stuff are abundant and grab the attention of many, but some incredibly intricate and seductively beautiful works of art start to shake the obvious AI influences. When I watched my first tutorial about ComfyUI, I thought it was complex. Now I recognize that the basics were just that, and there is a universe beyond those starting points that boggles my mind. On the one hand, I’m overwhelmed, while on the other, I know that as the pieces come together, these times where infinity entices me to go further will leave me wondering why I ever thought any of this was as difficult as I wanted to imagine.

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I’m trying to say that the excitement is palpable, but the coherency of the objective must be kept in focus. With so many moving pieces in the intellectual process that’s driving activity, it’s often difficult to balance my interests. The initial thrill driving these explorations will fade, though I hope that should I acquire any new skills, I can utilize them to complement my current output. Regarding the prompt I utilized to have ComfyUI help me create this image, I’m at a loss as to how the mind of AI used its skills. I should also point out that all these images, except the last one, were created over the first week that I began learning to work with Stable Diffusion via the ComfyUI software, except for the last image of the blue mountains, which was made with Krita tied to ComfyUI.

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And what about my original premise that old people suck? It’s not because they are old. I’m also old. It’s that, by and large, they are incredibly boring, stuck in routines I cannot understand. Someone recently asked me, “Do you have any friends?” Without skipping a beat, I told this person, “No, not really in the way I’d call someone a friend.” I explained the difficulty of being an outlier who can’t share small talk about television, movies, sports, cars, guns, the gym, my children, or investments. Many of the older people I talk with are retired or are working because they don’t know what to do with their time. I’d guess that they are bored with television, movies, sports, cars, guns, and the gym, but it’s the only life they’ve known aside from being parents or being a reflection of their careers. The problem is vanity and pride stop them from attempting to learn things where they’d risk showing themselves as amateurs. Instead, they’d rather remain in their lanes of superficial knowledge where they’ve gathered friends stuck in the same rut.

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This post was growing as days went by where I’d not prepped the images for it due to various distractions, mostly AI stuff, and in the time since I began writing this, I’ve begun to understand how to paint in Krita with the help of ComfyUI and how to work with ComfyUI in Photoshop instead of being restricted with Adobe’s Firefly implementation. This is significant as a couple of weeks ago, I felt I wouldn’t be able to run these tools on my current laptop with its Nvidia RTX 3050 Ti and 4GB of VRAM, but while it’s slow, it works and has opened my explorations of the technology until I can acquire an RTX 5090 at the end of this year or early next year which will truly allow the capability of these complex interconnections to take flight.

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I’ve lived through many milestone moments in the evolution of the personal computer industry, starting when the very first computers for consumers were sold. Then, in the 1980s, the first ideas of how these devices would harness multimedia gathered steam, such as when DPaint and Imagine 3D were released for the Amiga along with Desktop Publishing software called Quark on the Apple. Then, in the early 1990s, ProTools, Windows 3.0, Photoshop, and 3D Studio were catapults, but before being able to leave the 20th century, Windows 95 and the internet browser would change the world. Things stagnated for a bit, but with Windows 7, Adobe’s Creative Cloud, and smartphones, we were again being launched into a new world of the digital arts, with social media making its mark. A blip of virtual reality that went nowhere, along with blockchain technologies that are still widely misunderstood, came onto the scene. Today, AI is controversially evolving. Once again, we are at the cusp of a monumental shift when entire subcultures still outside the mainstream are adopting new technologies and language that will drift into common usage in the coming years. Still, for now, it is the bane of those who’ve heard the fear-mongering on the edges of this incredible technology.

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Having lived through these multi-generational changes since the 1970s, I’ve listened to the frightened yammerings of those afraid of great change, but here I am, fortunate enough to be alive to witness yet another seachange regarding the tools humanity has brought to bear. Not only do I get to watch the shift, but I’m also able to dabble with it all, maybe because I’m not too old and my level of suck hasn’t yet reached its zenith.

Addendum: Between the 21st and the 23rd of August, I learned more about the creation of LoRAs, but I’m leaving for vacation and won’t be able to focus on learning the process yet. When I return, I’ll have to find time to train a few, one on old family photos, another using the images we created when we were living in Germany making record and CD covers, and then one focusing on our travel photos, maybe one from the concert videos we shot back in the 1980s for that 4:3 grainy look of old TV.

Looking Up

Looking at the ceiling

Things start when I look down at my keyboard and accept that today is one more day of pause in the routine of writing. After more than six intense months of daily work playing the scribe, I felt that a break was in order, and that’s what I’ve been exercising. The problem with this is that nothing happens here on the blog; it’s as though I’ve ceased to exist. So, to assure my future self that I was, in fact, alive during the silence, I just looked up to see the sun and sky, but confronted with ceiling and lamps, I figured that now was a good time to pen an update. It wasn’t that the view spoke to me. Actually, it was an accidental button press on my phone that turned on my camera’s selfie mode, and I thought that the image looked appealing. Well, that was enough to start the process of searching for something or other to say in order that the photo would find its way into a blog post.

Now, here it is, and with little narrative worthy of sharing, but aware that I’m trying to coerce a few brain cells to act performantly so as to not appear uninspired, I sit here ruminating under the ceiling with a mind trying to see a brief update. Sure, there are travel plans, with the closest jaunt away from home beginning tomorrow afternoon, as a matter of fact. Then there are the amazing tutorials that have been walking me through the details of an interface connecting my DAW (Digital Audio Workstation) called Bitwig (where I record music from my synthesizer) with TouchDesigner (a node-based visual programming tool for creating complex generative art and data visualization), allowing for audio-reactive programming where I could channel visual events from my synth. With the help of generative AI-based image creation as found in Adobe’s Illustrator, Runway AI video generation, and Stable Diffusion using ComfyUI and the rapidly growing world of Diffusion Models, we are at the cusp of being able to create visual materials linguistically instead of by hand freeing us to create audio/visual symphonies as individuals.

Of course, my progress with any of that will continue to be interrupted by my self-imposed obligation to the task of writing a novel, upcoming travels, and the general requirements of sharing a life with a great friend. The point is things are looking up, and with new distractions that require mind-melting noodling of the aging organ in my cranium, I’m able to witness these new infinities playing on the horizon. More often than not, I listen to people trapped under the low-hanging ceiling of their own makings as they accept the conventions of habit, but every so often, I decide to engage with someone who seems to be emanating something akin to the wonder found in children at play and not only do they brighten my day, I appear to have left them with a spark of inspiration that fuels my desire to learn, even further.

Going Places

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The wheels are in motion. The planning is finished. Arrangements and reservations are in the proverbial bag and soon, we’ll be on the road. In my previous post, I mentioned a late summer vacation, but what I didn’t share is that we are about to embark on a hybrid getaway that initially didn’t require much planning at all. While our Eastern U.S. and Canadian adventures had me toiling over maps, lodgings, things to do, places to go, where to eat, ferry schedules, flights, and the absolute best way to spend our time while underway, this upcoming journey that starts in just a couple of days, leads us into the very familiar Pacific Northwest of the Oregon Coast.

Back in April, Caroline and I were discussing how in winter of 2022 we sacrificed a work-remote opportunity because her company required her to remain present for an important project. Well, here in the spring of 2024, we thought a window was opening that might allow us to capture that almost forgotten wish. I didn’t like the exorbitant prices I was finding for summer at Airbnb and VRBO and was about to put this idea on pause until winter when the rates are a lot cheaper until I thought about reaching out to someone we know who lives on the central coast of Oregon. Being a local up there, maybe this person would know something that I was missing. It turned out that she and her husband were heading to France for a month in June, and that we could have their place. While we would have to delay our plan for a bit more than a month, this would also save us from some of the hot days of the Phoenix summer (starting tomorrow, we are supposed to have our first temperature of over 110 degrees, actually 112 degrees or 44 Celsius).

Our visits to the Oregon Coast began in March 2002 on a crazy five-day trip that took us through Nevada into Idaho before joining the Columbia River between Oregon and Washington for a drive out to the coast. From Astoria, Oregon, we enjoyed a brief but incredibly scenic road trip along the Pacific Ocean before hitting the Redwoods of California and returning to Arizona. That was enough to cement a love affair with the state of Oregon; so much so that in the summer of 2002, we explored Crater Lake National Park and then, around Thanksgiving in November, we visited Bend and Mount Hood on our way to Washington. Since that time, we’ve returned to Oregon nearly 20 more times. What I’m trying to get to is what I shared above: this trip didn’t require much planning as with our month of lodging fixed, we pretty much know how and where we can spend our time.

The thing is, I wasn’t ready to return to intensive writing quite yet, and in my effort to occupy myself, I started considering other things, specifically where we might go hiking and what we would do about a meal plan while we were up there. Using AllTrails, I identified nearly 70 potential hikes and walks within a three-hour drive south or a two-hour drive north. As for our meal plan, Caroline had brought up our last visit to Oregon a couple of years ago during which we stopped at a new grocery in Lincoln City called El Torito Meat Market. We’d shared a spatchcocked grilled chicken on Thanksgiving Day thanks to this amazing Mexican grocery store. Feeling inspired, I started considering what ingredients I might be able to buy there and how I could have those things influence our meals while on the coast.

I came up with 14 recipes of dishes I’ve never prepared before including Cochinita Pibil, Pepian de Pollo, Machaca, Pollo en Jocón, and Rajas con Crema. We’ll be buying and cooking with things such as chorizo, cecina, chuleton, nopales, epazote, cotija cheese, cream Oaxaquena, jicama, poblano and guajillo chilies, chayote, jalapenos, banana leaves, and tomatillos among a bunch of other things.

So, while this month away will be a remote-working situation, our days will start with a two-hour walk along the sea or in the forest just offshore before I make us a Mexican-influenced breakfast. Part of Caroline’s lunch hour break will be spent with at least another mile-long walk on a nearby beach and after her work day, we’ll drive out along the coast to take in the sun setting over the ocean, flying a kite, bird watching, or hiking up to an overlook to change our perspective of a place we’ve likely seen dozens of times before. To us, this doesn’t sound like work is involved at all, it’s more like a luxury vacation with some minor responsibilities.

Lights of the Mind

Simpson Hotel in Duncan, Arizona

We move in the light and decipher our world in view of what is illuminated, and we attempt to enlighten our minds, though shrouded in absolute darkness. There’s something in the absence of the luminous universe that begs for discovery, and sometimes, it whispers at you to follow a path somewhere that might hold a level of importance you couldn’t have imagined prior. This is what writing and wandering hold for me.

Simpson Hotel in Duncan, Arizona

Paths are many in the world we humans have constructed over millennia. No individual is able to decipher all the symbols, signs, histories, and cultural artifacts we’ve created, and so we narrow our focus to a near absolute minimum in the hopes we might figure out our tiny corner. With over 5,000 distinct ethnic groups, approximately 7,000 living languages spoken, and around 4,200 religions worldwide, I don’t believe there’s anyone in possession of any real knowledge about more than a fraction of those. Yet, we speak of the world as though it were knowable. How many of the 5,500 species of mammals, 11,100 species of birds, 7,300 species of reptiles, and 8,200 species of amphibians do you know off the top of your head? Of the 35,768 species of fish, can you name even 1%?

Duncan, Arizona

Do you remember why the sky is blue? The answer relates to Rayleigh scattering, which happens when light hits oxygen and nitrogen molecules. The clouds form why? Could it be because water condenses at colder altitudes onto dust, smoke, and salt particles in the atmosphere? Did you know that there are at least 1.85 million flying insect species out there under the wispy clouds in that blue heaven?

Old 1945 Chevy truck in Duncan, Arizona

But here we are, people who are occasionally able to focus on the road while pressing the gas pedal and maintaining the direction of a car, assuming we are not distracted by our phones. Not only that, but we are also able to decide which hat or shirt we’re going to wear. Our relative knowledge of complexity and ability to negotiate our world, by and large, is simple and not very sophisticated.

Northern Lights seen in Duncan, Arizona

I’m out in Duncan, Arizona, for close to a week, which also happens to coincide with an incredibly rare occurrence of the aurora borealis (Northern Lights) becoming visible this far south. I’m out here in eastern Arizona, searching my head for sequences of words that I can coax to fall from my hands upon a blank page. This is my exercise of struggle to convey ideas that may not be altogether new, but maybe they can represent a rare, unseen species of meaning that could signify something of a minor amount of novelty in the evolution of things.

Duncan, Arizona

When I stop to consider the presumptuous frivolity that I might find access to a representation of knowledge not previously shared, I fully understand the foolishness of my endeavor, but since when has rationality stopped humans from making assumptions that we know enough to make definitive statements and claims?

Duncan, Arizona

It was Sunday when I took this walk up the hill to the south of town. I had found my stride, which I didn’t have the confidence would happen on this trip. Leaving Caroline in Phoenix, who consequently takes the bus to and from work while I travel to the proverbial Sticks to incur the expenses that arrive with such adventures, can be a burden on both of us. First, I’d better be performant so we have some sense that the effort and sacrifices were worth the investment, and second, I try to share how appreciative I am that this luxury is afforded to me and hopefully not wasted.

Breakfast at the Simpson Hotel in Duncan, Arizona

The blueberries, plum, tangerine, strawberry, blackberry, and walnuts are easy to identify; below the fruit salad is a mulberry cake covered in a yogurt sauce. This is my breakfast. Writing is like the most complex plate of food ever set before you. Piled high are the more than approximately 429,544 words that make up the English language, while the average novel draws from a vocabulary of about 6,500 words on average. Now, consider that an educated native English speaker has a vocabulary of around 20,000 to 35,000 words, while the average adult is limited to about 5,000 to 10,000 words. This translates to the sad reality that the average person is able to utilize a mere 2.33%, at best, of the multitude of words that are available to them.

Let’s consider this in comparison to my extravagant fruit salad here: there are approximately 55 varieties of fruit available across the United States. If we were to only use 2.33% of them to make this breakfast, the plate would essentially have a single type of fruit on it. I’ll be the first to admit that I do love a bowl of strawberries, but on occasion, it’s nice to indulge in such extravagance. A book of an equivalent variety of words as this plate of fruit in the photo would contain about 43,000 unique words, yet the majority of people I encounter would pride themselves on their very limited vocabulary.

Simpson Hotel in Duncan, Arizona

Inspired by German Romantic landscape artist Caspar David Friedrich, this diorama features a contemplative figure in silhouette depicting the spirituality and melancholy often found in Friedrich’s work. Writing for me feels a lot like the paintings of this artist, where the words I’m trying to construct into a coherent assemblage stand before me, demanding that I direct where the viewer will be standing next.

Simpson Hotel in Duncan, Arizona

Language is the prism reflecting the potential order of words that could emerge in a picture that portrays a lucid idea, while, on the other hand, the kaleidoscope of fractured elements could distort any meaning that might have emerged had clarity of presentation been utilized. My dilemma is trying to thread the literary eye of the needle, refracting the story and leaving my mind in such a way that the image is a coherent representation of sense instead of a bunch of scattered thoughts that spill out in such a manner that nothing is conveyed.

Copper plates passing through Duncan, Arizona

Okay, it is time to leave the esoteric and detail something more than this exercise in creative writing that allows me to flex away from the daily routine I’ve been toiling under. While here in Duncan, Arizona, at the Simpson Hotel, it happens that I must take other meals aside from the gourmet concoctions Clayton, one of the two proprietors of the hotel, creates for me, and thus, I was walking to the Ranch House Restaurant for a bite to eat when I saw three semis parked roadside. Typically, these specific trucks pass through town, but up towards Morenci, there was a dead man from Mississippi lying on the highway, shot by local law enforcement after he opened fire on them when they tried to arrest him for the triple homicide of his mother and two sisters back in Ridgeland, Mississippi. The situation meant that the truckers were forced to take a pause before being able to travel again up and down that road, which is the only reasonable way in and out of Morenci.

Morenci also happens to be home to one of the planet’s largest copper mines, producing over $2 billion of the metal every year, and that’s what’s stacked on the backs of these trucks. Lucky me, the guys were walking into the Ranch House at the same time I was, and I was able to learn that each truck carries 51,000 pounds of the metal and that a lot of it was heading to Texas, where it would be melted down again to make wire. They also gave me a run-down of the shooting. The fragments hanging off the plates are copper scrap, of which I was able to collect a few pieces to share with Caroline when I got home, as neither of us had ever seen raw refined copper.

Gila River in Duncan, Arizona

While my primary mission is writing, I also need to work on my daily step requirements. The riparian area along the Gila River is one aspect of why it’s so charming to visit Duncan. The water levels are falling fast as Arizona rapidly moves out of our brief spring and head into summer. Once the monsoons return, the river should gather volume again, but before that, there could be a sandy river bottom exposed as it runs dry. Over on the shore of the island in the river channel, I caught the briefest sight of a beaver slipping below the water’s surface. This was a fortunate sighting for me; beavers used to be extinct on the Gila River and are still rare in the river valley.

Simpson Hotel in Duncan, Arizona

And then there’s this oasis, an enclave of subtlety and art where, for the duration of your time spent in the verdancy of the Simpson Garden, you are transported to a place that exists in deep green contrast to the environment beyond the grounds. As tragic as this will sound, I’ve spent very little time out here as my focus on writing tends to become singular with an obsessive streak to capture all that I can while the words are flowing. It is with regret that I put this admission on the page, as I’d rather be able to share honestly that I spend an inordinate amount of time in this refuge of calm.

Simpson Hotel in Duncan, Arizona

Most every photo in this post is from a consolidation of the days spent out here, from the first featuring the lantern to the last of the cat below. I arrived on May 9th with the original plan imposed by a road closure on my way home to leave on the 14th, but the day prior to my departure, I learned that they were delaying the closure by a day, allowing me to drive home on the 15th, so I snagged the extra day. It had been my intention to leave the confines of the parlor to take up one of the four or five spots in the garden where I could sit down, but I feared that I’d get lost in a meandering meditation considering aspects of the art, architecture, design, insects, birds, cats, sounds, sensations, and other stimulation that promised to distract me.

Simpson Hotel in Duncan, Arizona

Looking back at these impressions, photographed quickly with my phone instead of my far superior DSLR, I can only feel that I sacrificed something important where I had the opportunity to collect deeper impressions that could have allowed a quiet performance of the mind practicing stillness instead of the frantic word grab that was the motivating factor behind the 222 miles, almost four-hour drive to Duncan, Arizona. During the course of writing this post, I couldn’t help but consider how much I’d like to afford the forced downtime to simply exist in the garden to become a temporary permanent fixture like these three wise men who’ve taken up residence on one of the walls. It’s funny how consideration leads from one thing to the next because right in the middle of penning this, I reached out to Deborah at the Simpson enquiring about a room over the long Memorial Day weekend, and as chance would have it, the room of my dreams is available. So, with all of the proper intention to visit the garden again before things really heat up, Caroline and I will be leaving for Duncan next Friday. If all goes well, I’ll leave the writing behind in order to really be in the moment, but I’d be fooling myself.

Duncan, Arizona

Mornings are the quietest parts of the day when my meanders in the area are most conducive to discovering things in my head that stop me in my tracks to not what has bubbled up. Often, this is part of me talking out loud to myself and asking the universe when I’m stuck at a particular point in my writing where I should take the story. Sometimes, I might have been just looking at birds, a tree, or ruminating about something else when inspiration strikes, and I’m compelled to bring out my phone, eject the pen, and start jotting down notes. It’s happened more than once over these past few days and many times prior. As a matter of fact, I thought I was done with my writing chores here on the last partial day of my stay and that I’d take a leave of the Simpson relatively early, but after turning right here and passing through farms, that peculiar spark of encouragement had me standing roadside for close to a half hour furiously writing as fast as I could.

Molly the Cat at the Simpson Hotel in Duncan, Arizona

Back at the Simpson, contrary to my expectations, Clayton had not yet emerged to make coffee, which left me here with Molly, allowing me to indulge this super soft feline with rubs that guarantee she not only purrs crazily but also starts drooling by the bucket load. Okay, so I gave into that for about five minutes, and then I turned to transcribing my handwritten notes. Two hours later, and a small snack courtesy of Clayton, along with that promised coffee, I was packing up to start my drive home to see my own purring, drooling, equally soft and beautiful wife.

Algorithmic Taylorism

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There you are one day, sitting in front of a screen reading the latest on 1-bit LLMs, specifically Microsoft’s implementation of BitNet b1.58 for the creation of Local LLMs, and wouldn’t you know it: the proverbial one thing leading to another, an article about the processing speeds required by Microsoft to run a lower power LLM on a mobile device, shows up. While it was Intel in the story identifying the software giant’s requirements of 40 TOPS (Trillions of Operations Per Second) of calculation ability to run on the next-gen of NPUs (Neural Processing Units), it appears that Qualcomm and their X Elite chips with 45 TOPS of performance will be first to market this year, not Intel.

While I’m enjoying the luxuries of search using Claude Opus/Sonnet, Mistral’s Le Chat, CoPilot, occasionally ChatGPT, and very rarely Google’s Gemini, I’d like to think that having AI running locally on my smartphone might have some kind of advantage. I can’t help but wonder about the rise of 1-bit weighted models that utilize 1-bit strings of observational analysis of the user in a file smaller than the average cookie. What would appear to us as random 1s and 0s are data points that possibly allow companies to build a better psychological profile of a user without violating data privacy.

With AI-assisted voice, email, search, and the myriad of other transactions that could be filtered through such tools, a much more specific and accurate profile could be structured from the data.

Taylorism was first created in the late 19th century as a scientific management solution for measuring the effectiveness and productivity of people involved in physical labor. By the 2010s, Digital Taylorism was moving into the vernacular as software performance monitoring tools were spreading. Here we are today in the mid 2020s, and it would appear that we are on the cusp of witnessing the advent of Algorithmic Taylorism. This development would no longer be an outside observer or installed piece of software designed for a specific industry; it will be the operating system, the machine, able to monitor any individual for better management and observation by the algocratic state.

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Dating Yourself

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Watching the solo selfie crowd preen and pose in public while snapping three to five images of themselves has become my spectator sport. Tilt the head down or up? Do you add a pout or cock the head a bit off-center so your eyes look up from under the eyebrow? Slight smile or a toothy grin? Cup in the hand in the shot, or maybe shift the perspective to focus on a better background? These people/models are not taking these self-portraits for others; they are part of the portfolio of presenting themselves as a manufactured image of themselves that is most appealing to them. In effect, they are dating themselves.

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