Ugh those smartphones

Smartphones and streaming did not make me uniquely happier. The things that I have decided to consume need to be memorable. Not more memorable or somewhat memorable, but actually something that is easy to remember because it was impactful. Art that elicits emotion falls into that category. The first time I heard the album Texas Flood (1983) by Stevie Ray Vaughan it stopped my perception of the rest of the world and focused my attention on the music. So much of what we consume is just very single serving content that won’t ever be memorable. Sometimes just taking the moment and enjoying the silence between things is enough to really start to think deeper about things.

Thinking about that Codex demo

Yesterday, I watched the OpenAi Codex demo on my living room television. It was potentially that important of a demo of a new technology. It is almost an implementation of conversational coding. Watching a generative interactive code interpolation based language model work during a demo was super interesting. That technology could very well be the future of coding inactions with a computing interface. I’m really worried about the ethical considerations of such a technology. That was the first thing that came to mind after the realization of what they had built. The OpenAI team should be working diligently on an ethical boundaries module. That course of action should probably be a top priority for that entire group. It is entirely possible that right now  Boston Dynamics dog has a working machine learning Spot API and this could functionally teach and command it. Consider for the moment, “What are the ethical boundaries of how the Open AI Codex should be used to issue programming and commands using the Spot API?” To me that is a very real concern and something that should be deeply considered before more complex robotic implementations are built out and operationalized. 

Today is one of those days where the words are not flowing for some reason. I’m sitting in front of the screen wondering about what is next, but nothing is really happening. At this point in the writing cycle I have taken to typing a few words about the nature of being blocked in the hope that the simple act of writing will free up some stream of consciousness based prose. That is potentially a possible outcome of my typing exercise. Things could potentially just fall apart as well. A whole page of prose about the experience of writing just seems to be lacking in terms of communicating something interesting. Writing for the sake of writing can end up being very banal and off-putting to a reader. I know that my general plan was to keep taking notes in Google Keep to allow me to go back and work out some previous notes when the writing process slows down.