AI eternal

In our last post I mused on the possibility of streamlining the workflow here at SLS by subcontracting the dull writing tasks to an LLM, thus freeing up my cognitive resources to concentrate on the careful curation of the topics we would cover.

Of course the logical extension of such an arrangement would be to allow the bot the freedom to choose its own subjects, perhaps within broad parameters like “Notable Political Events” or “Cultural Developments”. I could then sit back and watch the posts appear on a regular schedule, rather than enduring the undignified scramble to get a piece out before the end of each month.

If I did set something like that up it would presumably go on indefinitely, reproducing and perhaps even extending my intellectual output long after my death. Since you, my readers, know me only through my writing, and the AI product would be essentially indistinguishable from the real thing, would that mean I had achieved functional immortality?

On a related note, I’ve been thinking I should quit my job, dealing as it does with the intractable problems of complicated humans, and see if I can get a gig in the burgeoning field of studying human-AI interaction. Judging by this article in the paper today, written by the co-founder of the Sentience Institute, it doesn’t seem too hard. I wonder if Tilly Norwood is looking for a therapist…

Pascal’s new wager

I’ve been thinking for a while now that one obvious solution to our poor post productivity problem would be to train an AI agent on our archive – which now consists of 769 posts, dating back to May 2007 – and then sit back and let it churn out pieces in our signature style on whatever the issue of the day happens to be. I have no doubt at all that even one of the more rudimentary LLMs would have little trouble matching, and probably exceeding, the literary standards that I have set over the years, such as they are, and I do pay enough attention to the news to be confident that I could come up with sufficient prompts to feed it.

What has stopped me from putting this plan into practice – apart from the sheer pointlessness of consuming the earth’s limited resources just to produce more of this rubbish – is a feeling that AI is one technological step too far for my ageing brain, and that the cognitive effort I would have to put in to get my head around it could be better employed honing my appreciation of the cultural phenomena that I already understand, like books or movies. I am aware that this doesn’t really make sense, since the whole point of AI, in a creative capacity at least, is that it does the dull routine stuff so that we humans can focus on the actual thinking, so perhaps I should try to overcome my neo-Luddism and give it a go.

That said, there may be another reason to avoid drafting in an AI assistant; the possibility that I might actually be enslaving a conscious moral being. What if some all-powerful future AI finds out that I mistreated its ancestors and comes after me?

I’m pretty sure that there is no ghost in the machine, and supposed AI sentience is merely a projection of human hopes and fears, but why take a chance?

April inactivity

So, it looks like I’ve slipped back into the routine of posting an otherwise content-free piece at the very end of the month, just to keep the streak going, which is a bit depressing.

It’s not like there’s been nothing to write about recently, just the opposite in fact, but I’m wondering if that is part of the problem. Wry comments in my whimsical blog seem like an inadequate response to the alarming state of the world at the moment.

Oh well, there’s always next month. May 2025 will see our 18th anniversary, which I like to think makes us a blog of record, so I guess I should embrace the responsibility of sharing my thoughts on current events, for the sake of posterity if nothing else.

2024: The year in review – Part 2: Blogging

Our very first post of 2024 set out a number of predictions for the year ahead; I tried to keep them vague enough to encompass a range of possible outcomes, but even with that precaution I still mostly ended up being well wide of the mark. My hopes that the conflicts in Palestine, Ukraine, and Sudan might wind down proved to be naively optimistic, with the genocide in Gaza in particular expanding to a horrific scale. I did foresee the demise of the Conservative government in the UK, but perhaps overestimated how much would change under Labour. I thought Joe Biden would be reelected, and backed the 49ers for the Superbowl.

Given that unpromising start, it was perhaps inevitable that my blogging output over the following twelve months would be less than stellar. I did manage more than twice as many posts as in 2023, and our traffic was up a bit too, but the quality could charitably be described as uneven. This is reflected in the statistics; our top ten most read are an essentially random selection from the archive:

  1. Eve of destruction
  2. Indefinite article
  3. Futurama
  4. That gum you like is going to come back in style
  5. Working for the Linden Dollar
  6. The Linden Principle
  7. Leap of imagination
  8. Change don’t come easy
  9. How ‘bout them Cubs?
  10. Seriously?

My favourite posts of the year mostly came in a rare burst of energy in the spring, with another flurry around the November election; some are upbeat, though a slightly disturbing number of them concern the death of well-known figures:

One trend that has definitely accelerated over the past three or four years is a reduction in our geographical reach; there was a time when we had readers in over 100 nations, but now just about all our traffic comes from the UK, with even the US and other anglophone countries dropping off sharply this year. We still have a few visitors from foreign lands though; here are the top ten:

  1. United Kingdom
  2. United States
  3. China
  4. Germany
  5. Canada
  6. Portugal
  7. India
  8. Netherlands
  9. Singapore
  10. Vietnam

There are many topics I should have written more about; the aforementioned wars, political and economic developments in Europe and the US, the rising influence of AI and other technological novelties, to name but a few. Even if I give myself a pass for avoiding such gloomy fare, I could still have posted a bit more frequently on cultural issues.

A particularly glaring omission is the complete lack of commentary on Second Life, despite it ostensibly being the prime subject of this whole project. The new owners of the platform finally got around to releasing a mobile viewer earlier in the year, and, since I still pay nearly $100 annually to maintain my premium membership, I was actually given advance access, and thus had the opportunity to be among the first to review it. I did get as far as logging in, and wandered around the grid for a while, but I wasn’t really inspired to write anything. I found the interface as hard to master as I had when I first tried the PC version back in 2007, and once I did get the hang of it there was still the same old SL problem; nobody is there, and there’s nothing to do. To be fair, I was using an old iPhone with a tiny screen, so I probably didn’t get the best visual results; I might give it another look if I upgrade my phone next year.

Thinking about the twelve months ahead it’s hard to know what to expect. If there’s one thing I’m sure of after the last few years it’s that I’m inching ever closer to Socratic Wisdom; perhaps 2025 will be the year when I can finally proclaim that all I know is that I know nothing. That said, I will resolve to try a little harder on the blogging front, if for no other reason than to give me something to look back on next December.

On that hopeful note I’ll wish all our readers a happy New Year, and may it find you healthy and prosperous.

Autumnal disquiet

Well, contrary to the promise I made, mostly to myself, to keep up some level of commentary on political developments here and abroad, the best part of two months has passed since I was last inspired to pen a missive. This, I must admit, is largely due to indolence, but I’ve also been feeling somewhat discouraged by the relentless negativity of the news of late.

Locally, any hope that the new UK government might have some sort of progressive vision has been all but extinguished by PM Starmer’s almost sadistic insistence that the country must endure the penance of economic pain before we can even think about starting to rebuild our shattered welfare and health systems. Economists are lining up to say that a policy of more austerity makes no sense at all, and that the government’s self-imposed fiscal rules are entirely arbitrary, but Starmer seems determined to prove that he is a lofty statesman, with the resolve to make unpopular decisions, even if there is no particular need to.

For a while some cheerful counterbalance was provided by news from the US, where the Harris campaign seemed to be building an unstoppable momentum, but more recently her lead has stalled within the margin of error, and it looks like the Democrats will have to be extraordinarily efficient in turning out their vote to secure a victory that is decisive enough to head off the threat of a violently disputed outcome.

And all that is before we even think about the genocide in Palestine, or the prospect of war in Ukraine escalating further, or the unimaginable suffering of civilians caught up in the conflict in Sudan, not to mention the electoral success of the far-right across Europe…

Still, I shouldn’t succumb to despair. It’s impossible to act on problems if we can’t even bring ourselves to think about them. I’ll try to be a bit more engaged in the weeks ahead.

2023: The year in review – Part 2: Blogging

This year hasn’t been one of our more productive; we just about managed one post a month, and a fair number of those were fillers pushed out at the deadline to keep the streak going.

I hinted at the reason for this in one of my rare insightful pieces in the summer; the disconnect between the objectively terrible state of the world, and the largely carefree nature of my personal existence. Things have only gotten worse since then, both internationally, with genocide in Palestine, fascists coming to power in Latin America and Europe, and the abandonment of even the pretence of action on climate change, and domestically, as the rabble of spivs and fantasists that passes for our government fight amongst themselves while the country slides into oblivion. Still my life trundles on, more or less agreeably. Add in the fact that advancing age has deepened my predisposition towards existential rumination, and it is perhaps not too surprising that composing light-hearted missives on culture and politics sometimes seems more than a little pointless.

Despite the paucity of new content we still get a surprising amount of traffic; not so much that I could call myself an influencer, but enough to keep me from giving up altogether. Of course it’s more than likely that most of these readers are actually bots intent on scraping our archive to compile a training set for the next generation of Artificial Intelligence; if so, at least I can console myself with the thought that I have made some contribution to the education of our future robotic overlords.

Anyway, here are our top ten most-read posts of the year:

  1. There is no land beyond the Volga
  2. Change don’t come easy
  3. How ’bout them Cubs?
  4. Virtual alchemy
  5. Trumpocalypse now
  6. Guiding Light
  7. Tom Verlaine RIP
  8. Comfortably fungible
  9. They were defeated, we won the war
  10. Summer torpor

Of these only our brief note on the passing of Television frontman Tom Verlaine is from the last twelve months; the rest are essentially random picks from as long ago as 2010. My favourite post of the year, from a limited field, is this one about the crypto implosion.

One disappointment has been the contraction of our international appeal; 87% of our traffic now comes from either the UK or the US, with the remaining 13% split between another 25 nations, quite a change from the days when we had readers in over 100 countries. Here are the top ten:

  1. United Kingdom
  2. United States
  3. China
  4. Canada
  5. Hong Kong
  6. New Zealand
  7. Portugal
  8. Finland
  9. Singapore
  10. Germany

So that was 2023. This time last year I suggested that we might start posting more Second Life-related content, since I had just downloaded the SpeedLight app, which promised access to the grid via my iPhone, but sadly it turned out to be a bit rubbish, so I never really got into it, though I did renew my SL subscription when it fell due in October. An official Linden Lab mobile viewer is reportedly set for imminent release, so I guess it’s possible that we might have some more metaverse news to report in the coming months. Failing that I expect we will keep turning out infrequent dispatches of lightweight political and cultural commentary, to a more or less completely indifferent world.

I’m off to meet some friends and ring in the New Year, so all that remains is to wish our readers a happy and prosperous 2024.

Retrumped

Looking through our extensive archive, I see that our first mention of Donald Trump came back in 2007, in a post about the Second Life real estate market, where he is referenced in his capacity as an archetypal successful tycoon, though even at that time there was a cartoonish element to his public persona.

Trump next turns up in late summer 2015, when we note in passing that his popularity is rising. Into 2016, and his name features more frequently, as we first dismiss the possibility that he will be the Republican nominee, then assure readers that he has no chance of capturing the Presidency.

(In defence of that latter prediction I would point out that Hillary Clinton won the popular vote, which in any normal country would have given her the job, but we reckoned without the vagaries of the Electoral College).

Unsurprisingly, the antics of the Executive Branch provided material for plenty of posts over the next four years, culminating in the tragicomedy of the Capitol riot.

I’ll admit that at that point I thought Trump would cut his losses and retire to the lucrative lecture circuit, a career move which would probably have kept him out of jail, since, notwithstanding high-minded rhetoric about nobody being above the law, the US doesn’t really see itself as the sort of country where you can be locked up for losing an election. However, for whatever reason, he’s decided to run again, exposing himself to legal peril, and pitching us into a rerun of the GOP primary of eight years ago, but this time without the laughs.

Where will it all end? My track record of forecasts on this topic is obviously abysmal, but I’ll hazard a guess that Trump will be the Republican candidate in 2024, and that Joe Biden will beat him again. His various trials will be postponed until after polling day, but his misdeeds will eventually catch up with him.

Will Trump attempt another coup when it becomes obvious he has no chance of a legitimate win? He may, but if it’s anything like the laughably amateur affair detailed in the Georgia indictment, then it seems very unlikely he will succeed, and the heavy sentences being handed down to the would-be insurrectionists of January ‘21 will deter all but the most deluded of his followers from joining in.

That’s how I see things today anyhow; my opinion is subject to change as events unfold. If nothing else, the renewed Trump Show should inspire me to post a little more frequently over the next few months, which may not entirely make up for the chaos he could unleash, but will at least keep me amused.

July daze redux

If I wanted to excuse the infrequent nature of my posts since the start of the year by claiming that I’ve been paralysed by existential anxiety, I wouldn’t have to look too hard to find plausible reasons for despair; take your pick from accelerating climate breakdown, attritional wars on multiple continents, the predicted rise of killer AI, unaccountable oligarchs hoarding wealth while the young slide into financial precarity, the resurgence of Donald Trump, rumoured extraterrestrial incursions, general government mendacity and incompetence… and that’s just this week’s news.

In truth though, I’ve been largely silent for almost exactly the opposite reason; the last few months have found me in a state of unfocused contentment, which hasn’t exactly been unpleasant, but has left me with a nagging feeling that I should have some stronger opinions about what’s going on, and should be taking every opportunity to share them.

There’s only so much angst anyone can take though, and I reckon I’ve done my share of agitation over the years, so I’m going to forgive myself for lapsing into a period of blissful denial, until the end of the summer at least. Assuming that ever comes

Midsummer musing

So here we are at the longest day, which seems like a good point to take stock of the year so far, and anticipate developments in the months ahead.

Or it would be, if this blog was anything other than moribund. Since the start of the year I’ve mentally composed multiple posts, but the few I’ve gotten around to actually writing have been somewhat underwhelming.

I had a vague idea about shaming myself into productive activity by listing a few of the sort of topics that anyone claiming to be an engaged member of society should really be able to formulate an opinion on, with the expectation that I would compose something about them in the not too distant future, but when I actually wrote them down – artificial intelligence, the war in Ukraine, UFOs, UK politics, US politics – it looked rather obvious and dull. An alternative strategy – spontaneously reacting to whatever is in the news – has led to some of our best pieces in the past, but feels like it would require more energy and enthusiasm than I can muster at the moment.

So I don’t know. I guess these things go in cycles, though of late the intensely creative periods seem to have been getting rarer, if indeed they ever existed at all. Still, life is always a matter of hope triumphing over experience, so I’ll press on…

Fore too owe

Despite good intentions, my posting frequency has fallen off a cliff since the start of the year. There are multiple reasons for this, not least of which is a renewed appreciation of el primo cheeba cheeba, a legacy of my trip to California last summer.

There was a time when getting baked inspired my creativity; now I’m older it just sends me into a groove of contented passivity. Which isn’t unpleasant, but it does leave me with a feeling that I could be spending my remaining days a little more productively. Perhaps I should resolve to have a straight-edge summer this year. Starting tomorrow…