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@clwhowrites
You are on their shitlist
After the latest murder by ICE I felt nothing. It was a statistic, ICE has killed many people, how is the the shooting of Alex Pretti any different? How is his death any different from Genry Ruiz Guillen, Serawit Gezahegn Dejene, Maksym Chernyak, Brayan Rayo-Garzon, Nhon Ngoc Nguyen, Marie Ange Blaise, Abelardo Avelleneda-Delgado, Jesus Molina-Veya, Johnny Noviello, Isidro Perez, Tien Xuzn Phan,…
Do they secretly think they are inferior?
Watching a video by the Flint Dibble talking about Elon Musk. It brought up a thought I’ve had several times. Eugenicists like Musk keep wanting to have kids to spread their genes they see as superior, they want to breed the “smart people”, meaning them (though they are all very stupid, they are text book examples of the Dunning Kruger effect). In nature we have this thing called natural…
Tech Bros and their Obsession with Retro Futurism
Some weeks ago Microsoft VP David Weston said that in 2030 (less than five years) we'd all be controlling our computers and using AI and voice control. I have less than zero interest in this 80s and 90s retro futurist nonsense. I have no desire to talk to my devices, I have no desire to use an "AI" for anything at all, it has absolutely no use for me and will not do anything to make my life better in any way. I do not want a digital assistant, I have no need or use for an assistant at all. I got rid of Cortana when I first got Window 10, because it was wasting space, I did everything I could to get rid of Copilot including just deleting Microsoft Edge. As soon as I got my phone I disabled Bixbe, and when Samsung forced an update that added Google "AI" BS I git rid of that too.
I am not alone, I am the majority here. Only a small minority are actually interested in this retro futurist crap enough to consider any of these "AIs" more than a toy. I walk, I take the bus, and go out to coffee shops, people go to shops places to do work on their laptops and tablets. I get out into the world, unlike investors and corporate executives. I have never heard or seen anyone using any kind of voice control on their devices. The only person who I've seen ever uses voice control is my mother who is in her 60s. Most people don't want digital assistants, they don't care about "AI" or care to use it outside of just playing with it a little. These are not useful for the majority of people!
Why would I need Rosie the Robot to vacuum my apartment when I could buy this? It’s not sapient so I’m not enslaving anything and with some slight modification it can be very cute.
I don't know why this 80s and 90s retro futurism has such a hold on wealthy tech people, maybe it’s the slowing development of computer technology or maybe it's nostalgia (which always lies, nostalgia are the happy lies we tell ourselves about the past) but it is not the future. Futurism/futurology is just science fiction without self awareness and most science fiction is based on three things, plot, technological tends of the time, and rule of cool. Technological trends can change on a dime and what is cool is not always practical and even if it is people still might not want to use it. Technology does not advance exponentially (if it did we’d be on Mars by now, have permanent bases on the moon, safe nuclear powered electric cars, and common civilian space flight), it advances rapidly then slows (an S-curve). Even when it's advancing, technological advancements are not always practical or useful. Even if it is useful and practical, you have to take into account human psychology, people still might not use something no matter how useful or practical. A humanoid robot may have some uses (very few, it would be cheaper and more practical to use multiple robots that are designed for specific tasks) but you run the risk of running into the uncanny valley and people can find non humanoid robots very endearing. Think of how any people have names their robot vacuums.
Futurism (or futurology) has never given accurate depictions of the future or how technology would advance. As said above it is just science fiction with out self awareness, and science fiction is based on technological tends of the time and rule of cool. Futurists always assume technological trends will continue, the reality is trends change. In hind sight these technological trend changes seem logical, looking at why we haven’t been back to the Moon since the 70s, it makes sense. Been their, done that and it costs over $200 billion dollars (inflation adjusted). In 1969 futurists didn’t know the costs or how difficult it actual was to get to the Moon, all they knew is we went from barely getting off the ground in 1903 to "one small step for (a) man and one giant leap for mankind", and they assumed this trend would continue far into the future. Things changed, humans have done the easy things now the hard things remain. That is the way technology advances, the easy things get done first, when the easy things are all done, the hard things remain, when the hard things are done, the very hard things remain. This is why flight technology went from being made by two brothers who made the first plane from wood, canvas, and an engine to companies and government spending billions on aircraft/spacecraft R&D. It has gotten a lot harder to advance aerospace technology.
Space station from 2001 a Space Odyssey, released in 1968.
We are getting closer and closer to that point in computer technology. The easy things have been done and most of the hard things have been done. The practical and useful to people uses of computer technology have mostly been figured out. This is where the push for crypto, the meteverse, and now the fake "AIs" is coming from. But that alone doesn't seem to be enough to explain the push for "AI", the "AI" push is so much harder than crypto and metaverses. Looking at David Weston, Musk, and Zucherberg it looks like it is this belief in 80s and 90s retro futurism. In their fear of missing out on exploiting the next big thing they are going all in on what they think the next big thing will be. These people grew up with 80s and 90s science fiction and futurism as visions of the future. Now when they are struggling to find the next big thing, the next money maker in a world were new technological uses that people will use are dwindling, so they falling back on old science fiction and futurism to find the next big thing. Zucherberg lost 47 billion dollars on his meterverce bet, now Microsoft, Google, Facebook (I refuse to call it "meta") and others are betting far more on "AI". Most people don't care about "AI" though, at least as anything other than a toy, it has little to no uses, not nearly enough to justify risking billions. When the "AI" bubble pops hundreds of billion of dollars will vanish, all because a bunch of old and middle aged men can't let go of outdated views of the future.
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Updated header and title.
Tech Bros and their Obsession with Retro Futurism
Some weeks ago Microsoft VP David Weston said that in 2030 (less than five years) we'd all be controlling our computers and using AI and voice control. I have less than zero interest in this 80s and 90s retro futurist nonsense. I have no desire to talk to my devices, I have no desire to use an "AI" for anything at all, it has absolutely no use for me and will not do anything to make my life better in any way. I do not want a digital assistant, I have no need or use for an assistant at all. I got rid of Cortana when I first got Window 10, because it was wasting space, I did everything I could to get rid of Copilot including just deleting Microsoft Edge. As soon as I got my phone I disabled Bixbe, and when Samsung forced an update that added Google "AI" BS I git rid of that too.
I am not alone, I am the majority here. Only a small minority are actually interested in this retro futurist crap enough to consider any of these "AIs" more than a toy. I walk, I take the bus, and go out to coffee shops, people go to shops places to do work on their laptops and tablets. I get out into the world, unlike investors and corporate executives. I have never heard or seen anyone using any kind of voice control on their devices. The only person who I've seen ever uses voice control is my mother who is in her 60s. Most people don't want digital assistants, they don't care about "AI" or care to use it outside of just playing with it a little. These are not useful for the majority of people!
Why would I need Rosie the Robot to vacuum my apartment when I could buy this? It’s not sapient so I’m not enslaving anything and with some slight modification it can be very cute.
I don't know why this 80s and 90s retro futurism has such a hold on wealthy tech people, maybe it’s the slowing development of computer technology or maybe it's nostalgia (which always lies, nostalgia are the happy lies we tell ourselves about the past) but it is not the future. Futurism/futurology is just science fiction without self awareness and most science fiction is based on three things, plot, technological tends of the time, and rule of cool. Technological trends can change on a dime and what is cool is not always practical and even if it is people still might not want to use it. Technology does not advance exponentially (if it did we’d be on Mars by now, have permanent bases on the moon, safe nuclear powered electric cars, and common civilian space flight), it advances rapidly then slows (an S-curve). Even when it's advancing, technological advancements are not always practical or useful. Even if it is useful and practical, you have to take into account human psychology, people still might not use something no matter how useful or practical. A humanoid robot may have some uses (very few, it would be cheaper and more practical to use multiple robots that are designed for specific tasks) but you run the risk of running into the uncanny valley and people can find non humanoid robots very endearing. Think of how any people have names their robot vacuums.
Futurism (or futurology) has never given accurate depictions of the future or how technology would advance. As said above it is just science fiction with out self awareness, and science fiction is based on technological tends of the time and rule of cool. Futurists always assume technological trends will continue, the reality is trends change. In hind sight these technological trend changes seem logical, looking at why we haven’t been back to the Moon since the 70s, it makes sense. Been their, done that and it costs over $200 billion dollars (inflation adjusted). In 1969 futurists didn’t know the costs or how difficult it actual was to get to the Moon, all they knew is we went from barely getting off the ground in 1903 to "one small step for (a) man and one giant leap for mankind", and they assumed this trend would continue far into the future. Things changed, humans have done the easy things now the hard things remain. That is the way technology advances, the easy things get done first, when the easy things are all done, the hard things remain, when the hard things are done, the very hard things remain. This is why flight technology went from being made by two brothers who made the first plane from wood, canvas, and an engine to companies and government spending billions on aircraft/spacecraft R&D. It has gotten a lot harder to advance aerospace technology.
Space station from 2001 a Space Odyssey, released in 1968.
We are getting closer and closer to that point in computer technology. The easy things have been done and most of the hard things have been done. The practical and useful to people uses of computer technology have mostly been figured out. This is where the push for crypto, the meteverse, and now the fake "AIs" is coming from. But that alone doesn't seem to be enough to explain the push for "AI", the "AI" push is so much harder than crypto and metaverses. Looking at David Weston, Musk, and Zucherberg it looks like it is this belief in 80s and 90s retro futurism. In their fear of missing out on exploiting the next big thing they are going all in on what they think the next big thing will be. These people grew up with 80s and 90s science fiction and futurism as visions of the future. Now when they are struggling to find the next big thing, the next money maker in a world were new technological uses that people will use are dwindling, so they falling back on old science fiction and futurism to find the next big thing. Zucherberg lost 47 billion dollars on his meterverce bet, now Microsoft, Google, Facebook (I refuse to call it "meta") and others are betting far more on "AI". Most people don't care about "AI" though, at least as anything other than a toy, it has little to no uses, not nearly enough to justify risking billions. When the "AI" bubble pops hundreds of billion of dollars will vanish, all because a bunch of old and middle aged men can't let go of outdated views of the future.
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People Don't Want "AI" and It's Failure Will Cost Billions.
Some weeks ago Microsoft VP David Weston said that in 2030 (less than five years) we’d all be controlling our computers and using AI and voice control. I have less than zero interest in this 80s and 90s retro futurist nonsense. I have no desire to talk to my devices, I have no desire to use an “AI” for anything at all, it has absolutely no use for me and will not do anything to make my life…
Last Cormorants of the Season
As the days are getting shorter the Cormorants move of from their nesting sites. I will miss them but they will be back next year.
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Mantis
Either a American Grass Mantis or Slender Prairie Mantis. I'm surprised I got such a good shot of her, I had to put my camera on the ground and hope the shots were good.
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Cynthia and the Troll
Cynthia Stray was walking home from school. It wasn’t a far walk but she decided to take a “shortcut” down the old road. She wore a Princess Pony t-shirt, thigh length loose khaki shorts, and a purple backpack. She was about four and a and a half feet tall, with light brown skin and very curly black hair.
As Cynthia skipped down the old road, she got the feeling that she was being watched. Walking, looking around she saw something standing under the old railway bridge over the road that forked off and use to lead to the Henderson’s farm. They was tall, to her, at six feet nine inches tall, they were wide, with a roundish body. Cynthia wasn’t a girl who was easily scared, which didn’t always work out well for her. “Why are you staring at me? Are you a weirdo?” She demanded.
The creature moved closer to the end of the bridge. “I don’t usually see people here anymore.” it replied in a gravely voice.
The girl walked towards the bridge, The creature stepped backwards, putting up it’s arms like it was preparing to fight. “What do you want?” It asked, despite the gravely voice, it sounded more scared than aggressive.
“You were looking at me.”
“You’re not going to throw things at me, are you?”
“No! That would be mean, I’m not mean." The girl paused, "what’s your name?”
“Mort.”
“Hi Mort, I’m Cynthia. Why are you hiding under the bridge?”
“This is where I live.”
“You don’t have a home?”
“This is my home.”
“You live under a bridge?”
“Yes,” the creature paused, “I’m a Troll.”
“A Troll? I’ve never met a Troll before. I’ve never seen one either, can I see you?”
“No, I’m ugly, you’ll make fun if me, or scream and run away.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
The toll reluctantly went into the light, he had green scaly skin, a hook nose with a large mole, and large ears. He wore a tank top with cargo shorts, and dirty old white seekers. His large eyes were brown and sad, and he had a large frown.
“You’re not ugly.”
“I am, people keep saying I am and throwing things at me.”
“Well they are meanies! You should never listen too meanies. Dad says meanies are unhappy people and take their unhappiness out on other people.”
“Why would sad people be mean? That would just make other people sad.”
“I don’t know. I don’t do that when I’m sad, and I not mean. Where are the other trolls around here?”
“I’m the only one, this is the only bridge.”
“So you don’t have any family here?” The pitch of Cynthia’s voice raised.
“No.”
“Do you have any friends?”
“No one likes me here. But it’s the only bridge available.”
Cynthia looked at the troll with a frown. “I’ll be your friend.” She smiled. “In fact-” she took off her back pack, opened, took out a bag of chips. “Here, a friendship gift,” she offered Mort the chips. “They were for my lunch but I didn’t eat them.”
He took the chips. “Thank you.”
“Sorry it’s all I have, I don’t have anything else on me except home work.”
“Thank you.” he said again.
Cynthia’s phone chimed. She looked at her phone, “dad’s asking if I got home yet. I guess I have to go.”
“Thank you for being nice.”
“Can I hug you? Hugs make people feel better.”
“Um- okay.” Cynthia walked up, hugged the troll, her arms couldn’t get around him, he put his hand son her back. Cynthia’s phone chimed again.
Cynthia groaned. “I have to go.” she said in sad voice. “I’ll make you a friendship bracelet.” she then said excitedly. “How big are your wrists?”
He looked at his wrist, she grabbed it, let go then put her hands together in a circle. “I’ll try to remember that.”
Turning to run home, “I’ll come back to see you tomorrow after school.” she yelled.
“Bye friend,” Mort waved as she ran home.
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Cynthia and the Troll
Cynthia Stray was walking home from school. It wasn’t a far walk but she decided to take a “shortcut” down the old road. She wore a Princess Pony t-shirt, thigh length loose khaki shorts, and a purple backpack. She was about four and a and a half feet tall, with light brown skin and very curly black hair. As Cynthia skipped down the old road, she got the feeling that she was being watched.…
The Last Death
Death approached a creature. They were not any life form that would have been recognized as life in the younger universe. Death looked at the creature, it had seen all life forms in the universe, and took them at the end of their lives, this being will be the last. Death hesitated, not knowing what with happen after the creature dies. With out life there can be no death.
Death rarely spoke to anyone. It knew that nothing was unique, the greatest conquerors were a dime a dozen, greatest artists counted in the trillions, the smartest point zero one percent in existence were countless. This was different, this was the last.
“Do you have a name?” Death asked.
“Who is there?” the last being asked in a language where each word lasted longer than many worlds. It was the first voice, other than their own, they heard in a very long time, even for them. They looked around, their movements so slow they would have been imperceptible by the species of the younger universe. Death's voice seemed to come from nowhere yet everywhere. “I thought I was the last.”
“I have many names, but most call me ‘death’.”
“'Death'? You have come to kill me?”
“No, I come at the end of life but I do not kill. It is my role since the first life emerged. You are dying, I can not stop that, I can only do my job.”
“I’m dying? I am the last, what will happen after I am dead? Is there a place for the dead? Do we- did we have souls.”
“I do not know what happens to those who die, that is not my role. I am simply an agent of necessity.”
“Am I truly the last? The universe is big, could there be anyone else out there? Will life survive.”
“No. You are the last.”
The creature was silent for eons.
“You did not answer my question, do you have a name?”
“A name? It has been so long, so very long. Once I had a name but I have forgotten it now.” The creature looked at the black sky, “I have forgotten so much. One thing I remember is they said the sky was lit with sparkling lights and a large world. Was it true or a myth? Did the universe truly teem with light and life?”
“It did, the stars all ended.”
“Why?”
“Entropy always grows, entropy ends all. Life needs energy, using energy creates entropy. This can cease or entropy can grow, nothing can last, except maybe entropy itself.”
“The universe was said to be impossibly large.”
“Big, very big. I’ve seen it all," Death looked out at the universe, "and even I can not comprehend how big it is." Looking back at the creature, "but it is still finite, still limited. The energy is almost used up, there is not enough left for life, not even one.”
"Will there be any to remember us? Will you remember us?"
"I do not know what will happen to me, I do not think I will have a place without life."
The creature was silent, then; “I'm not ready. If I die, there will be no one to remember those who lived, those I loved, they would truly be dead. I don’t want them to be dead.”
“Few have been ready.”
More silence. “Do not torment me! Just do it.” The creature looked down in.
“I apologize, no torment was intended. With out life there is no death, I am Death, your death is mine as well. I too am not ready.” After a brief hesitation Death reached out to the creature. As it reached, it prayed, “please accept me in what ever here after there is. I did not take you out of malice, I was only an agent of necessity. For new things to come, old things must go. Forgive me, I never meant any harm to any of you.”
The last living thing was dead, Death looked upon their corpse. There was nothing left to die, only fade away, even the gods, long ago, died, yet Death remained. It knew that it was only alive because it had one more thing to do. Death watched the decaying universe, the cooling white dwarfs, the decaying black holes, the planets in moons, now flung far from their original hosts, the near infinite blackness between it all. Death could not take itself, and nothing else lived, that meant one more job, a job Death dreaded even more than it’s own end.
“There is no going back, only a delay of the inevitable,” Death admitted to itself. "It is my job, I should have known." Death procrastinated, watching the white dwarfs cool to black, watching the black holes slowly decay and fizzle out. Trillions of years passed. Even in the blackness of the heat death Death found beauty in the universe. Finally Death did it's last job, it reached through out the universe. All movement stopped, matter instantly decayed, space itself ceased. All that remained was the primordial energy that made it all, the energy that even death could not destroy. Darkness became light and Death became Creation.
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The Last Death
Death approached a creature. They were not any life form that would have been recognized as life in the younger universe. Death looked at the creature, it had seen all life forms in the universe, and took them at the end of their lives, this being will be the last. Death hesitated, not knowing what with happen after the creature dies. With out life there can be no death. Death rarely spoke to…
Double Rainbow over Parking lot
Taken at a Walmart near Firestone Colorado.
Is it a landscape if it is a parking lot or is is a parkingscape?
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Dragon Fly
Taken at Washington Park in Denver.
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Protective Parents
Taken a while ago at Sang Creek Park in Aurora Colorado.
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A Knock at Juan’s Door
A powerful wind blew across the empty fields. Rattling the windows of the old house. Juan Salim sat in the living room looking at the TV, thinking back to the shows he watched before the event, seeing only his reflection in the black screen. The house shook from the wind. Juan looked at the wrinkles in his face, thinking back to before the event.
The front door rattled, but it wasn’t a rattle. Juan looked at the door, someone was knocking. He took a shot gun and a glass bottle, walked to the door, looking out the peep hole he saw a middle aged woman in a tattered old hoodie. As the door opened, “oh thank goodness!” the women exclaimed. “I’ve been running for days from the psychos, please let me in.
“If you can,” Juan replied. He stepped back to let her in.
The women went to take a step but stopped as if something was in the way, looking down she saw an iron rod across the threshold, more iron rods in the door frame. Looking at Juan her expression turned to rage, then her face began to contort in inhuman ways. Juan fired the shotgun at her, shooting her with a mix of iron shot and rock salt. The creature screamed a high pitched hiss like scream. He splashed the water on her, it flash boiled into steam then the steam caught fire. The creature screamed louder as her body burned, the creature’s body stretching and twisting into inhuman shapes as she burned. The fire consumed the creature leaving only ash which blew away in the wind.
Juan returned to the couch, looked at the TV, thinking back to the shows he used to watch. He laughed, remembering an old sitcom.
Original Photo by Filip Loczek from Pixabay, Swinging Wake font by Chad Savage.
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A Knock at Juan's Door
A powerful wind blew across the empty fields. Rattling the windows of the old house. Juan Salim sat in the living room looking at the TV, thinking back to the shows he watched before the event, seeing only his reflection in the black screen. The house shook from the wind. Juan looked at the wrinkles in his face, thinking back to before the event. The front door rattled, but it wasn’t a rattle.…
My Linux Adventure
I originally wrote this weeks ago but work and my mental health prevented me from doing anything. Part of it had to be rewritten as things had changed in that time. I’ve been using Linux for a while now and it has had it’s ups and downs. I’ve tried several distros and settled on one. I’ve found for everyday use, once set up the way I like, it works better than Windows. Between Wine and Steam’s…