The central and implicit assumption here is that we can continue living on a material equivalent to how we do now. We cannot. As we rapidly outstrip our planetary resources there will be staggering events and paradigm shifts on a scale that render control by AI virtually irrelevant.
With due respect to Mr Assange (whom I respect enormously) , culling the herd and subjugating the remnant will be a far more likely scenario.
Do you consider fish a resource? If not for you or humanity specifically as food, for some vital part of the interconnected web of life that sustains us? How about rhinos, or tigers? What about topsoil? And resources don’t have to be stripped to create a scarcity – they can also be poisoned.
Unfortunately, many of the type of people who have legitimate concerns about the biosphere are also the type that resort to shrieking, lying and generally below-the-belt tactics for getting their point across. As most people on TBP know, anthropogenic CO2 has nothing to do with climate change. The legitimate aspects of the Green movement foolishly hitched their wagon to this cause, and as a result their credibility is waning rapidly. That doesn’t mean some of their other points are valid, and in urgent need of remedial action.
He who is controlled by words is controlled by narrative. & typically wants to control via imposition of some narrative.
Babel’s moral ain’t one language fractured into a million shards. It’s the infinite shard manufracturing that words precipitate…or the fracturedness they project.
How’d soon to be undeniably, irredeemably, fractured Humpty put it?
FN5 reads:
But cf. Carroll, Through the Looking Glass, c. 6:
“The question is’ said Alice, ‘whether you can make words mean so many different things.’
“The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be the master; that’s all.” (See: 335 U.S. 1 , 43)
Color of law is color of words is this color: worship, reverence, pavlovian salivation.
But who is in charge of, wills, salivary gland action? Neither Popeye nor Pogo is willin’ their whilin.’ & tidybowl man rides his word-rhymes-_______ right down the coriolis vortex.
Words *can* light some candle in the dark. But mostly? Mostly they are blacklights…see men, or dick, run. Ha.
This kind of talk is why TPTB want Assange silenced. He’s figured out the game and is telling everyone who listens. Truth and knowledge is poison to the elite.
Iska Waran
January 16, 2018 10:09 pm
150 years ago – a blink of an eye – we didn’t even have electricity. Now the NSA’s Utah Data Center measures its storage capacity in zettabytes. It will almost certainly outstrip humans’ capacity to control it. Skynet. I don’t think there will be a cure. Ray Kurzweil longs for the singularity. I’m not sure that in 200 years (or less) being a living human will even allow for agency in any meaningful sense. I shudder to think how the world will be in 1,000 years, but I’m pretty sure that depleted “resources” will be the least of our problems.
Not Sure
January 17, 2018 5:59 am
Not sure it will be resources that will do us in as much as we are removing ourselves from relevance by the inventions we create. The Jetsons feature George going to work to push buttons all day at Spacely Sprockets that may seem idyllic, but in reality, we are subjugating our existence and purpose for living to AI. As automation culls the need for a workforce to a few repairmen and as virtual reality replaces our own, we will have worked ourselves into a corner of having to justify our existence among the millions of jobless, aimless and purposeless humans inhabiting the planet.
As a Christian, I see a different future for us that provides more hope than the future we are creating for ourselves, but the writing is on the wall and it isn’t pretty.
“The writing on the wall”, or “the hand writing on the wall”, or “the writing is on the wall” or “Mene Mene”, is an idiom implying that there is evidence of an impending disaster. The event may be seen as difficult to avert. The expression refers originally to Chapter 5 of the Book of Daniel, in which a disembodied hand writes an enigmatic message on the palace wall of Babylon. -Wikipedia
Grog
January 17, 2018 7:18 am
More to the point, Not Sure’s last phrase above was “but the writing is on the wall and it isn’t pretty.”.
That reminded me of Daniel.
Belshazzar’s peeps couldn’t decipher the writing, so Daniel was called in.
Perhaps a better interpretation would be ‘numbered, numbered, weighed, divided’
In today’s jargon:
I see you, counted you.
Sized you up.
You ain’t up to standard.
You and you kingdom is chopped liver.
Awesome. They are finally coming to take us all home.
Seriously, though. Is there anything similar for the threat in Japan a couple days later?
I have a theory, Hardscrambled Funnyboy.
This is an image of the “ships” seen in the sky over Hawaii (low contrast to show that the images don’t disappear, so they are not glare), but not reported during the missile scare. The accompanying speculation is irrelevant in my own theory. Wanna see my theory?
See EC. I am not like Sally Field at all. Nobody when asked wants to read my obviously strange theories.
i forget
January 17, 2018 10:35 am
The ever present threat of machine-like humans is worth a mention, too.
And a very high opinion of discourse, this. Dunno why, tho (beyond the motivations that come with being an infoe-motional provider, & esp being one with some significant market cap).
History is a long repletion of discourse as flu vaccine: as often as not, if not more often, the vaccine has nothing to do with flu in the wild, but still causes zoo-raised flu. Wordaccines wreak more havoc amongst besotted wordaholics than the next 6 things combined.
But…existential threat, & dread, remains a widescale fact, & would, even if nobody ever said another word. Which tells most of what needs be known about cordages of warming, self-soothing, wordage. Like lots of medications, side effects, especially cumulative\interactive, can be & often are worse than the disease.
Wo\man•tras are hairy spiders; big, poisonous, ones. Mant(a)ra(ntula)s. Or Reservoir Dog Rorschachs. Mant(a)ra(ntino)s.
Tablature is learned\read to get past the tablature. Language, same thing. Scenes & spiders along the way are not the destination, despite all desiderata rah-rah staking contrary claims…to fame…which are merely-mostly frames…for boys & girls named Patsy. Or Tammy. Stand by your mantra.
The central and implicit assumption here is that we can continue living on a material equivalent to how we do now. We cannot. As we rapidly outstrip our planetary resources there will be staggering events and paradigm shifts on a scale that render control by AI virtually irrelevant.
With due respect to Mr Assange (whom I respect enormously) , culling the herd and subjugating the remnant will be a far more likely scenario.
We’re nowhere close to outstripping our planetary resources.
Any shortages we seem to see are shortages of production and/or distribution, not resources.
Do you consider fish a resource? If not for you or humanity specifically as food, for some vital part of the interconnected web of life that sustains us? How about rhinos, or tigers? What about topsoil? And resources don’t have to be stripped to create a scarcity – they can also be poisoned.
Unfortunately, many of the type of people who have legitimate concerns about the biosphere are also the type that resort to shrieking, lying and generally below-the-belt tactics for getting their point across. As most people on TBP know, anthropogenic CO2 has nothing to do with climate change. The legitimate aspects of the Green movement foolishly hitched their wagon to this cause, and as a result their credibility is waning rapidly. That doesn’t mean some of their other points are valid, and in urgent need of remedial action.
*aren’t* valid.
Symptoms symptoms everywhere and not a cure in sight.
He who controls the labels and meanings controls the narrative.
He who is controlled by words is controlled by narrative. & typically wants to control via imposition of some narrative.
Babel’s moral ain’t one language fractured into a million shards. It’s the infinite shard manufracturing that words precipitate…or the fracturedness they project.
How’d soon to be undeniably, irredeemably, fractured Humpty put it?
FN5 reads:
But cf. Carroll, Through the Looking Glass, c. 6:
“The question is’ said Alice, ‘whether you can make words mean so many different things.’
“The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be the master; that’s all.” (See: 335 U.S. 1 , 43)
Color of law is color of words is this color: worship, reverence, pavlovian salivation.
But who is in charge of, wills, salivary gland action? Neither Popeye nor Pogo is willin’ their whilin.’ & tidybowl man rides his word-rhymes-_______ right down the coriolis vortex.
Words *can* light some candle in the dark. But mostly? Mostly they are blacklights…see men, or dick, run. Ha.
http://comparativelawblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/humpty-dumpty-and-law.html
This kind of talk is why TPTB want Assange silenced. He’s figured out the game and is telling everyone who listens. Truth and knowledge is poison to the elite.
150 years ago – a blink of an eye – we didn’t even have electricity. Now the NSA’s Utah Data Center measures its storage capacity in zettabytes. It will almost certainly outstrip humans’ capacity to control it. Skynet. I don’t think there will be a cure. Ray Kurzweil longs for the singularity. I’m not sure that in 200 years (or less) being a living human will even allow for agency in any meaningful sense. I shudder to think how the world will be in 1,000 years, but I’m pretty sure that depleted “resources” will be the least of our problems.
Not sure it will be resources that will do us in as much as we are removing ourselves from relevance by the inventions we create. The Jetsons feature George going to work to push buttons all day at Spacely Sprockets that may seem idyllic, but in reality, we are subjugating our existence and purpose for living to AI. As automation culls the need for a workforce to a few repairmen and as virtual reality replaces our own, we will have worked ourselves into a corner of having to justify our existence among the millions of jobless, aimless and purposeless humans inhabiting the planet.
As a Christian, I see a different future for us that provides more hope than the future we are creating for ourselves, but the writing is on the wall and it isn’t pretty.
mene mene tekel upharsin
Writing on personal\individual walls is the graffiti that defaces. De(Smilin’)faces tell lies…& I’ve got proof. ♪♫♪
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CJZcVi5BA4
mene mene tekel upharsin
“The writing on the wall”, or “the hand writing on the wall”, or “the writing is on the wall” or “Mene Mene”, is an idiom implying that there is evidence of an impending disaster. The event may be seen as difficult to avert. The expression refers originally to Chapter 5 of the Book of Daniel, in which a disembodied hand writes an enigmatic message on the palace wall of Babylon. -Wikipedia
More to the point, Not Sure’s last phrase above was “but the writing is on the wall and it isn’t pretty.”.
That reminded me of Daniel.
Belshazzar’s peeps couldn’t decipher the writing, so Daniel was called in.
Perhaps a better interpretation would be ‘numbered, numbered, weighed, divided’
In today’s jargon:
I see you, counted you.
Sized you up.
You ain’t up to standard.
You and you kingdom is chopped liver.
Couldn’t have said it better! You must have read the KJV version and then quoted from the TBP version of the Bible, Thanks!
And then maybe it is our savior…
https://kauilapele.wordpress.com/2018/01/15/solarismodalis-1-14-18-photographs-taken-during-hawaii-missile-incident-and-possible-light-craft-presence-during-that-event/
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Awesome. They are finally coming to take us all home.
Seriously, though. Is there anything similar for the threat in Japan a couple days later?
I have a theory, Hardscrambled Funnyboy.
This is an image of the “ships” seen in the sky over Hawaii (low contrast to show that the images don’t disappear, so they are not glare), but not reported during the missile scare. The accompanying speculation is irrelevant in my own theory. Wanna see my theory?
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I didn’t think so.
See EC. I am not like Sally Field at all. Nobody when asked wants to read my obviously strange theories.
The ever present threat of machine-like humans is worth a mention, too.
And a very high opinion of discourse, this. Dunno why, tho (beyond the motivations that come with being an infoe-motional provider, & esp being one with some significant market cap).
History is a long repletion of discourse as flu vaccine: as often as not, if not more often, the vaccine has nothing to do with flu in the wild, but still causes zoo-raised flu. Wordaccines wreak more havoc amongst besotted wordaholics than the next 6 things combined.
But…existential threat, & dread, remains a widescale fact, & would, even if nobody ever said another word. Which tells most of what needs be known about cordages of warming, self-soothing, wordage. Like lots of medications, side effects, especially cumulative\interactive, can be & often are worse than the disease.
Wo\man•tras are hairy spiders; big, poisonous, ones. Mant(a)ra(ntula)s. Or Reservoir Dog Rorschachs. Mant(a)ra(ntino)s.
Tablature is learned\read to get past the tablature. Language, same thing. Scenes & spiders along the way are not the destination, despite all desiderata rah-rah staking contrary claims…to fame…which are merely-mostly frames…for boys & girls named Patsy. Or Tammy. Stand by your mantra.
Is that in code for Q?
Maybe more like decoding Quran.