Category: Opinion

  • Trite and testy

    Trite and testy

    Why do Ai’s zealots take the road most travelled, usually by teenagers? Because they only think at surface level? Surely there must be more to it.

    “The Discovery of Nat Turner,” engraving from Popular History of the United States, published by William Cullen Bryant and Sidney Howard, 1881–88. Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.

    “History remembers who acted” is a line of adolescent attack I’ve seen being used by Ai proponents, that is to say grown adults – predominantly men – to convince other people to buy their preferred tech and to use it for anything and everything.

    It’s wrong.

    Expanding the stupidity of the line reveals it to mean that if you don’t jump aboard the Ai juggernaut right now you’ll be a no-mark. You’ll be swept into a common grave, anonymised, forgotten by history. You’ll be damned to a nebulous eternity; no glory for you.

    It’s a form of goading behaviour akin to those childhood games of dare you probably saw straight through as at best stupid and harmful at worst by the time you got to 11 years-old.

    It’s a form of ‘fortune favours the brave’ thinking that teenage lads believe fits them as well as it fits Captain America. It privileges action over thought; a strategy that even the most martially inclined of newly minted Lieutenant Generals will tell you is a fast track to destruction.

    Why might this be seen as so tediously, so sweepingly trite? Why, in fact, is it? Let me start with a basic story that even an artificially intelligent shill has a chance to grasp.

    Great Aunt Agatha’s fragile things

    A pair of 11 year-old twins are wrestling in the dining room of their great aunt Agatha’s house even though they’ve been told not to. They’ve been told not to because of the many wonderfully precious and delicate items balanced precariously on thin, fragile glass stands around the room.

    Crash! Bang! Wallop! Yes, you – the adult reading this – guessed it. The tumbling and brawling, action-taking mindless limbs of the twin wrestlers send a priceless 18th Century vase, a gift from Agatha’s one true love, the Count of Somewhere in Germany, to the floor where its shards now lie, mournfully, beyond even the most skilful mistress of Kintsugi to reconstitute. A love token demolished. A life’s story demeaned by violence. Sad, right? Right.

    Both twins stand up immediately and distance themselves from the fallout as at that very moment Great Aunt Agatha enters the room and sees her love memory as destroyed as her brave Count during the battle of that thing that most people have forgotten.

    “Who did this thing!?”, she cries.

    “He did!” chorus both twins pointing at each other.

    Now, of course, they’re both correct. However, to be more correct they could have said, “We did”, but where would that have got one of them.

    Not that it really matters because Great Aunt Agatha has a favourite twin. She already knows who she’s going to punish, and punish them she does.

    Now, you – the adult reading this – have probably already worked out what that little parable means. Just for the Ai fundamentalist who might accidentally have fallen into this too-human territory, I’ll spell it out.

    History isn’t sentient

    Like an LLM, history is not sentient. It is not a monolithic truth. It is mediated over and over again. This is the reason most sensible people spell it with a lower-case ‘h’ unless it’s the first word in a crosshead or a sentence.

    Therefore histories do not remember. It’s like saying that Great Aunt Agatha’s best goblets case remembers the first goblet ever placed in it. Histories don’t remember. Animals do. People do. 

    What’s worse for the machine-men is that memory (therefore the act of remembering) is malleable. Just check out the theory of Weapon Focused Memory, ideal for the action-man in your life.

    But let me be fair and reasonable, and test the assertion that history really does remember those who acted.

    Some questions:

    Who took the lead or even took part in the slave revolt aboard the New Hampshire ship ‘Adventure’ in 1764? They acted.

    What were the names of all the dissident writers who became zeks in the Soviet Gulags? They acted too.

    How about the names of the 30 or so unnamed soldiers in 1st Platoon, Charlie Company, 1st Battalion, 20th Infantry who carried out the My Lai massacre during the USA’s asymmetric wars in Vietnam, Loas and Cambodia in the 1960s and 1970s? They acted.

    What about the people who took part in the Stonewall uprising who didn’t make the papers. They acted.

    And so on and so on and so on.

    Why do you think historians still visit archives if HISTORY is settled? Why do people make oral history collections from multiple witnesses to the same event? 

    Why do you think Australia’s Black Armband “history wars” happened and are still happening?

    On and on and on…

    It’s not a difficult idea to get your head around unless, that is, you’ve opted to hand your critical thinking over to an alogrithm and a techbros. Or you’ve the mental capacity of a 10 year-old in a room full of someone else’s precious things.

  • Bach vs Ai

    Bach vs Ai

    Sheet music of the aria from the Goldberg Variations BWV 988 by Johann Sebastian Bach.

    Sunday afternoon deep in the the Yorkshire winter, I was listening to Johann Sebastian Bach’s Goldberg Variations (played by Beatrice Rana) and I drifted into imagining dear old JSB writing at his piano as the candles were lit and the sun set. 

    I thought of him finishing up and then trudging through the snow in Leipzig, off to have dinner with his friends the Bose family. Maybe the publisher Balthasar Schmid was visiting that night too.

    Sketches and outlines, phrases, snatches of his beautiful new music was still in Bach’s head and at the tips of his fingers. Maybe he played them a piece or two and then listened to their trusted opinions.

    I wanted to know more so obviously I turned to the internet, which revealed a trail of myths and other twisting histories about the music, its genesis and its composition.

    The rain smacked onto the windows of my home. I continued down the trails I’d uncovered. I read about the sad and wonderful life of Glenn Gould, the pianist so closely associated with The Goldberg Variations.

    Then the phone rang – a spam call – and I that made me think about Ai v9.23.87a making a piano sonata in 3 seconds by chopping up bits of Schubert, Chopin and JSB before being switched off for the night.

    I stopped thinking about it at the point and turned to listening to the rain instead because there really was nothing more to be intrigued or excited about.

  • AI is not helping your ideas

    AI is not helping your ideas

    ”That picture you painted doesn’t look like the bay of Naples even though it’s called ‘The Bay of Naples’, bro!” says an AI fundamentalist.”

    Many AI arguments I’m seeing appear to conflate Creativity with Self-Expression.

    Sure, get AI to plagiarise a bunch of other concepts for your marketing, PR and advertising copy – all using the same predicate: attract more money – and call it creativity.

    “That picture you painted doesn’t look like the bay of Naples even though it’s called ‘The Bay of Naples’, bro!” says an AI zealot.“You got the prompt wrong. Ask your LLM to make a painting in the style of Cezanne!”, they continue.

    “F*ck off”, says Cy Twombly.

    “That book you wrote called ‘The Poor Mouth’ will never sell, bro. You got the prompt wrong. Ask Claude to rewrite it in the style of Andy McNab! Then get your LLM to spellcheck and grammar check it, dude.”

    “Gamhna gan dáir ort!”, says Myles na gCopaleen.

    “That music you wrote sounds awful… blah blah… it’ll never chart blah blah blah”

    “Get to f*ck” drawls Thelonious Monk.

    ”That

    “That poem you wrote called ‘Gadji Beri Bimba’ is blah blah blah ask your LLM to write in the style of Rod McKuen so more people can understand it!”

    ”That’s not the point, you dolt”, replies Hugo Ball.

    Nothing but your own brain, mind, experiences, emotions, psychology can “help” with your self-expression.

    LLM’s do not, cannot help people who think they can’t write, paint, compose and so on, to express their ideas. It helps them continue to think that they can’t write, paint… you get the idea. Or maybe you don’t.

    Painting of a girl – silhouetted in yellow/ochre - on a black, cardboard background.
    Painting of a girl – silhouetted in yellow/ochre – on a black, cardboard background.