Me after spending the morning reading the NYT’s hot takes on A.I. Against my usual practice, I’ve actually been reading the Times lately. That stops right now. (Actual image source.)
Finished writing: Paradise Lost: A Biography by Alan Jacobs. Joseph Addison said, “We have an actual interest in everything [Adam & Eve] do, and no less than our utmost happiness is concerned and lies at stake in all their behavior.” Virginia Woolf said, “Has any great poem ever let in so little light upon one’s own joys and sorrows?” Thus my book. 📚
A wonderful explanation by David Bennett of the gloriously eccentric harmony of the Beach Boys' “God Only Knows.”
NYT (gift link): “What does a human slowly going insane look like to a corporation? It looks like an additional monthly user.”
Pet Sounds and a Last Word — for Brian.
I wrote about why I love demos, with lots of examples.
AI as Normal Technology | Knight First Amendment Institute:
The methods-application distinction has important implications for how we measure and forecast AI progress. AI benchmarks are useful for measuring progress in methods; unfortunately, they have often been misunderstood as measuring progress in applications, and this confusion has been a driver of much hype about imminent economic transformation.
For example, while GPT-4 reportedly achieved scores in the top 10% of bar exam test takers, this tells us remarkably little about AI’s ability to practice law. The bar exam overemphasizes subject-matter knowledge and under-emphasizes real-world skills that are far harder to measure in a standardized, computer-administered format. In other words, it emphasizes precisely what language models are good at — retrieving and applying memorized information.
And Gary Marcus:
If you can’t use a billion dollar AI system to solve a problem that Herb Simon (one of the actual “godfathers of AI”, current hype aside) solved with AI in 1957, and that first semester AI students solve routinely, the chances that models like Claude or o3 are going to reach AGI seem truly remote.
As if all of this hassle wasn’t enough, consider the fact that you have to tend the turntable like a fire, flipping and adding logs as needed. And that’s where all of this inconvenience pays off. Like a fire, those records keep you company, asking for nothing but a little reciprocity and attention in return for sharing their warmth. It’s not something unfair and it’s not something unreasonable. They just ask you to care.
My phone asks me to turn on notifications. It also asks me to share my location data, install updates, and rate my in-app experiences. Sometimes scrolling on it literally makes me car sick but it keeps asking me to scroll, ignorant of my displeasure.
Smartphone life makes me miss the good old days when everything was a little more scarce and a little more meaningful. We missed our friends when we didn’t know what they were up to every second. We looked forward to taking girls on dates instead of staring at strangers on Onlyfans. Going to the video store to rent a few movies was an event in and of itself. What could feel more like the good old days than sitting next to the fire, cell phone on silent in another room, while enjoying the annoying crackle of remnant dust stuck in the supposedly ultrasonically cleaned grooves of a used Tal Farlow record?
Via Robin Sloan.
Beautiful engravings by Rachel Reckitt, for a never-published edition of The Mill on the Floss.
Hopewell Cemetery (1831), near Ashville, Alabama.
