Life has been going — it trods along. There are a few commitments one ought to tend to; other than that, Winter is settling. Winds are quite serious — earlier today, the satisfaction of a tailwind was shortlived, as a necessary right turn had me cycling at an angle for the ensuing road.
Maybe it is due to Winter. But frequently do I think whether *it is starting to become evident* that I'll be on the move soon. Hopefully not, for jeg kan virkelig godt lide Danmark. But we will see about that.
In the meantime, there's a clear chasm between my life in the real world and the life at the computer. On the first, all is calm and well; on the latter — oh my, on the latter — I might have it brought upon myself for checking Twitter every now and then, but it does seem like global revolution, at a species level, is coming soon.
Somehow all the hype is at a potential AGI/ASI — and if we were to believe it, it would come sooner than later. It feels a bit crazy, but I suppose this is the usual rhythm the Silicon Valley folks wish to see upon the world. I have recently read a book about the behind the scenes of AI. I can only conclude that whatever comes, we are the mercy of — whatever it is, it's already here. If not in technology, in techno-futuro-nihilism, or something akin.
I cannot help but notice slight shifts in our relationship with information (that has, too, been a theme for the last few months, whether when learning about educability or just having a pleasant ride through Internet's memory lane). For some people have, albeit possibly absentmindedly, switching their Google searches for GPT inquiries — and that one cannot do, of course, because hallucinations, and unreliability. But was Google ever in good standing in what *the truth* is concerned?
The point will sorely be missed. Convenience really is paramount. A few days ago, I read about an older brother whose sister's ChatGPT use brought him to despair. We might indeed be offloading way too much into the machine. On the other hand, it feels like information going full circle: maybe we were never intended to be feeding so much off it.
I am not sure.
