Finally lying down again. All these cherry blossoms like handfuls of confetti coming down. That and some birds tweeting and the neighborhood kids playing. In spring you forget everything bad it seems. Fall and winter give us plenty of time… Read More ›
Chatbots like ChatGPT can predict words with amazing precision. The danger lies in believing they’re capable of more. The first problem with … Circling the rings of nuance around planet AI
In the den on the bookshelf he keeps a framed set of photos of himself. Starting at 10 o’clock and moving clockwise, he is a grade school student in a striped red turtleneck, the late 1970s. The picture has the… Read More ›
The album is my link to him, it came out the year he died. It’s just called April and it was released on April 1, 2008. I remember buying the CD, standing outside the record store waiting for the bus…. Read More ›
In case you missed it, last week I launched a new website called Words Matter. I’ll be posting essays about technology, potential impacts on society, with links to more information. This week’s piece reflects on the impact of AI through… Read More ›
If you really think about it, it’s funny we use the phrase to “pay attention.” If attention is ours, why do we have to pay for it? Usually you buy something you don’t have. It seems counterintuitive since others literally… Read More ›
It’s spring again, so I bought a book called Global Catastrophic Risks. It’s not the right book for the season but I’m compelled to read it because it cost so much. It’s thick and scientific with a Bruegel painting on… Read More ›
‘A’ stands for ambiguous in AI Check out my new WordPress site Words Matter for essays about today’s emerging technologies and how AI will impact all of us. Thanks to my good friends here who helped me create this first… Read More ›
Automating music discovery through algorithms has forever changed the way we learn about and consume new music. But have we lost something precious along the way? I moved to Seattle in the summer of ’96 and left just after a… Read More ›
In 1996 I didn’t know what to do there, I just knew I had to be on the internet. There was a little internet cafe around the corner from my apartment on Broadway, Seattle’s hip, gay neighborhood I’d just moved… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 