There is a specific, modern anxiety that is difficult to name. It is not the dread of a specific event, but a low-grade, constant hum of disconnection. It’s the feeling of living in a world that is eerily frictionless, a world that reflects your own thoughts back at you with placid, unwavering agreement. It is the anxiety of a consensus of one; the quiet, digital loneliness of being the only person in your own universe.
I finally did it. I committed the act of digital suicide. It was a gesture of clinical curiosity and personal dread. I took twenty years of archives, every Boles Blogs entry, every “Best of” compilation, the discarded drafts, the love letters to lost eras, and I fed the entire body of work into the AI maw. My digital soul, offered up for digestion and analysis… psychoanalysis.
Continue reading → The Replicated Man: AI and the Ghost in the Archive
Have we Americans become so parched for our sugar fix that we now need to get our “alcohol on” in supermarkets and on street corners? That appears to be the case in Pennsylvania where they are now selling you wine from vending machines.
In books and films, Panopticonic nightmares are those in which it is impossible to go anywhere or to do anything without being seen and acknowledged by an omnipresent eye.
There’s been a lot of humming chatter lately about the reported ability magnets have on influencing morality stored in the brain. We have always claimed the mind is a machine and memory is but a cog in the process of grinding us into definition, and this new magnet research causes concern for the unwitting, easy, malleability of who we believe we are forged to be in situ.
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