Distance is light, but darkness warms and invites. More specifically, the middle distance, deep within the complexity of nerves, within the body itself, comforts and invites with shelter. And not just shelter, […]
Distance is light, but darkness warms and invites. More specifically, the middle distance, deep within the complexity of nerves, within the body itself, comforts and invites with shelter. And not just shelter, […]
So, artificial intelligence, eh. On Monday, I introduced some thoughts about it, here: https://okanaganokanogan.com/2018/01/29/artificial-intel…e-and-you-part-1/ Today, an exploration of the language surrounding artificial intelligence. If it sounds like a language game, and as […]
Last week, I spoke in favour of enhancing human intelligence by extending it in consort with the earth and her processes… This Could Be You Wait, it is already! …rather than the […]
Air and lift create out of the body of raven a nearly flat plane. Raven, Unfolded Earth, however, demands a rounder form, using feathers and legs to form a balancing pivot. […]
In his book, Deep Thinking, https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31934455-deep-thinking?from_search=true, the former Chess Grandmaster Gary Kasparov (defeated by IBM’s “Deep Blue”), argues that the combination of even low quality human intelligence, adequate computers and excellent human-machine integration strategy […]
Big sage does her thing in the winter. It would be wrong, though, to call her a survivor.She makes stuff happen here. She provides shelter for flies in mid-January. The flare out […]
What follows is a post in defence of poetry as a defence against Artificial Intelligence. Regular programming will resume tomorrow. This thought came to me on my walk up the hill today, […]
Flowers are lovely. Creatures come to settle in. The flower calls, and the world answers. It’s the same with the stalk. Those seeds aren’t going to be spread on their own! It’s […]
West of the mountains, Western Red Cedar bends with the wind and grows tall in the rain forests. East of the mountains, she bends with the snow and takes her sweet time. […]
You can hide behind stuff. Sure, you might get spotted, but I bet that most times you don’t. And, in the end, the sagebrush masks one’s intentions. In a landscape that’s a […]