And know the place for the first time.” T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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Not Skynet concerns (yet), but rather these remarkable simulacra and their extraordinary capabilities to mimic human discourse have become increasingly entwined with our lives. The CEOs of all the major players in AI development are calling for stronger regulation. We ignore those warnings…
We all wear a yoke of our own choosing; we might even make our own. Our yoke is chosen, but not optional. As Bob Dylan sang, “you gotta serve somebody.”
Most of our homemade yokes are some derivation or combination of the…
My next to baby brother Greg left the scene suddenly. We only get so many brothers. Impossible to process, so I’ll write a post to try. We’ll miss him beyond words.
“A human community, then, if it is to last long, must exert a sort of centripetal force, holding local soil and memory in place. Practically speaking, human society has no work more important than this.” Wendell Berry, “The Work of Local Culture.” Apollos…
Decades ago, the first time I watched a moose swimming on Webb Lake in Weld, Maine, I had no idea how to help the poor thing out in the middle of a near mile wide stretch of water. If it started to founder…