Other Things

The kinds of questions around mystery that end up drifting because they're not allowed to land — in this lifetime — without permission.

So, there's chips, and there's chips. Ask your great-grandparents, and then ask the nearest five-year-old. A crucial difference. Not just one.

In a final note for now about AI, I say something about the use and abuse of logic and grammar.

That moment when AI tells you it may be using language to dupe you, and you start wondering about double bluffs and meaningless alarm bells.

Anguish and tuxedos. As if they make sense together. (Horrible.)

It’s amazing how you can look at an ordinary sofa and automatically find yourself thinking of three sitcoms and the Muppet Show.

Just notes on certainty and hearsay, as I thnk aloud about how artificial intelligence shows us more than we wanted to see about what we're full of.

When I got a new mobile router, I was staring at Spicy Ginger Biscuits. The whole thing got me started on memories of 1980s Olympic-style evangelism. That's technology for you.

It was a sad day when we heard Catherine O'Hara had passed away. But AI told me not to worry.

Thinking aloud on questions of philosophy and AI, touching on strawberry ice cream and elevator music.

…Blip. Oh. Well, that's the power gone. And I don't just mean electricity. Where's a techie when you need one? He's no good now. At least he has his dramaturgy to fall back on.

How can I say this loudly enough. There are sites that get the job done, and there are sites that don't think that alone was the point. Stewards and Advocates for each other. Salt and light. Ambience. Flavour.

You get knocked over by a wave. It was 5ft. No, sorry, 50ft. No, sorry, 50,000ft… or like Job. At what point is the hurt such that the scale isn't the point. Oh, and AI.

In slow traffic a bold sticker on the car in front becomes the talking point. What's his story, I wonder.

Fork handles. Scaffolding poles. Metal things and metaphors that might be in a box out the back, but I'll have to look. Was this what they meant by theological imagination?

The way I think about things like this — like Hezekiah's story — is like walking around a shed filled with metaphorical mechanisms. But then, my grandfather was a toolmaker.

Taking something or someone seriously means not hoovering in front of the football, and saving their drafts from the bin. And other things I've learned.

Here's a word-based mind worm for you. Not that you probably wanted one, because that's not how mind worms work. Sorry, but you've come this far and there's no going back.

Preaching through philosophical thought experiments, or just pondering? Toning it down, hyping it up — what's going on with my writing, I wonder aloud.

More notes on my thinking around metaphor and metametaphor — and how metaphor can provide scaffolding for ideas, thought experiments and meaning.