Enviably good writing, Jill ... maybe not envy, though I wish I could string together words like these. The thinking, perhaps, the way it feels like both a gentle and a fierce conversation. The stillness, coupled with an urgency as you seek answers, maybe, or the next question. Informed, and informing ... provoked, and provocative. This is what we were given words for. I fritter mine away on made-up stories but I sometimes wish I had these sort of words too ... that's what I mean by enviable. Thank you. B
Listening, listening listening to your voice this Monday morning. Thank you for your analytical insight that makes my head throb.
at our Peace meeting last night. Someone used AI to come up with the right slogan for our vigil. It was some thing like united in mourning and grief, to end the occupation.& ceasefire.
It’s like writing a leaflet by committee, a little bit of everything, making some sense but no heart.
I’ll be taking a short walk to the museum soon. I’ll try to notice every dead lantern fly, but mostly I just keep putting 1 foot in front of the other to get to my destination.
My favorite part was the abseiling spider 😌 Also this must be the third time I’ve brought this up in internet conversations but your mention of Life Streamifn made me think of the short story by Ted Chiang called “The Truth of Fact, The Truth of Feeling” about a future where written communication is replaced by visual stimuli and constant personal footage, and the way that changes a father-daughter understand of their relationship.
Loved it. To me it seems like people creating and implementing AI technology are probably the least well equipped humans to understand the implications. And, I would argue that given social and governmental structures, everyone not in control of the tech is utterly powerless. Cheers!
There's so much here I want to reply to! First, thanks for the shoutout. It took me a bit of digging, but I found the link to the poem you're talking about that I posted on Notes:
Regarding AI, something I heard Rory Sutherland (a UK advertising rockstar) say about AI is that one problem it has is that all data-driven systems can only look at what has happened in the past. They will always be taken unaware by the novel events. I've been thinking about that quite a bit.
I loved the immediacy of this, it felt really up close. And there was something of early 19th century essay about it somehow. Charles Lamb at the sushi bar?
Listening to this piece this morning as I walked my ancient little dog in the dark I had a strange feeling of recognition -- like this beautiful, meandering stream of thought could have streamed from my head and not someone on the other side of the ocean whom I've never met.
I feel all the things you write about, Jill, in varying ratios every day -- empty nest, disdain for the day job, fascination and mistrust in AI, and threaded through it all, nature which is the one thing that keeps me sane. I wish more people read their work. It's lovely.
Getting paid to waste the days
Your post taught me something about butterflies, a new word (abseil) and more importantly the pleasure of reading your writing. Thank you!
Enviably good writing, Jill ... maybe not envy, though I wish I could string together words like these. The thinking, perhaps, the way it feels like both a gentle and a fierce conversation. The stillness, coupled with an urgency as you seek answers, maybe, or the next question. Informed, and informing ... provoked, and provocative. This is what we were given words for. I fritter mine away on made-up stories but I sometimes wish I had these sort of words too ... that's what I mean by enviable. Thank you. B
A truly breathtaking post, Jill. Thank you for such a thought-provoking start to my Tuesday. Awesome writing. 🦋
Listening, listening listening to your voice this Monday morning. Thank you for your analytical insight that makes my head throb.
at our Peace meeting last night. Someone used AI to come up with the right slogan for our vigil. It was some thing like united in mourning and grief, to end the occupation.& ceasefire.
It’s like writing a leaflet by committee, a little bit of everything, making some sense but no heart.
I’ll be taking a short walk to the museum soon. I’ll try to notice every dead lantern fly, but mostly I just keep putting 1 foot in front of the other to get to my destination.
figuring that out is the hard part!!
Enviably good writing!
Nice dap
My favorite part was the abseiling spider 😌 Also this must be the third time I’ve brought this up in internet conversations but your mention of Life Streamifn made me think of the short story by Ted Chiang called “The Truth of Fact, The Truth of Feeling” about a future where written communication is replaced by visual stimuli and constant personal footage, and the way that changes a father-daughter understand of their relationship.
Loved it. To me it seems like people creating and implementing AI technology are probably the least well equipped humans to understand the implications. And, I would argue that given social and governmental structures, everyone not in control of the tech is utterly powerless. Cheers!
There's so much here I want to reply to! First, thanks for the shoutout. It took me a bit of digging, but I found the link to the poem you're talking about that I posted on Notes:
https://substack.com/@lifelitter/note/c-41932694?utm_source=activity_item
Regarding AI, something I heard Rory Sutherland (a UK advertising rockstar) say about AI is that one problem it has is that all data-driven systems can only look at what has happened in the past. They will always be taken unaware by the novel events. I've been thinking about that quite a bit.
Another great post!
Reminds me of a walk I took last year, and picked a bag full of blackberries (but it was early Sept, so that's OK ;)
“I've had eight years on this planet,” he said, “and I'm still not used to seeing clouds from below.” My heart skipped a beat when I read that. 🤪
I loved the immediacy of this, it felt really up close. And there was something of early 19th century essay about it somehow. Charles Lamb at the sushi bar?
Listening to this piece this morning as I walked my ancient little dog in the dark I had a strange feeling of recognition -- like this beautiful, meandering stream of thought could have streamed from my head and not someone on the other side of the ocean whom I've never met.
I feel all the things you write about, Jill, in varying ratios every day -- empty nest, disdain for the day job, fascination and mistrust in AI, and threaded through it all, nature which is the one thing that keeps me sane. I wish more people read their work. It's lovely.
I think you (& I) used to be able to fly, too. Your son asks wonderful questions ❤️
Walk on Jill!
Another brilliant piece of work. You’re so inspiring and talented 💕