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This was not a good day to shop at my usual shopping mall back in KC nor is it going to be a good day getting around the Bay Area for a very long, very very long time.

The photo gallery for the trucksplosion story is amazing.
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[livejournal.com profile] hotelsamurai pointed me to this Wired News story which has interesting implications.

These researchers have invented a scheme for finding interesting images. Computers aren't so great at it yet, but humans are. In fact, we're so good at it that we recognize important images before we consciously know it, and this recognition can be measured by EEG. In their setup, a human watches images go by, and the ones that register on the EEG as "of interest" are set aside to be looked at more carefully. In short, it's brain-aided image triage.

Given the current sources of funding for research, the examples given are surveillance camera shots, and the T-word has to be mentioned. This makes the whole project stink of 21st century panopticon. But that's not the important part.

Using a human as a coprocessor, literally as a brain rather than as a person, is new. I imagine it doesn't matter too much which brain you use, aside from some that are very good or very bad at recognizing images. It's also likely that this isn't fun "work." Just looking at rapidly changing images for a long time is tiring, and if you aren't able to do anything else but sit in the chair and let your unconscious processes do something, the boredom would be awful. From my own experience doing EEG biofeedback, the side effects of directly EEG-linked activity can be very unpleasant and unpredictable. I doubt anyone knows yet what the effect would be of long-term work as a rent-a-brain.

A Philip K. Dick dystopia looms, in which "braining" is something the poor do, like plasma donation or prostitution. Maybe it fucks you up pretty bad, but the Wal-Mart hasn't been hiring in a while and you need cash. Too bad about the week-long psychoses a person gets after doing the hookups for a couple of weeks of 12-hour days...
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I made the mistake of clicking on a weird looking ad link in the Mark Morford column email from sfgate.com and ended up in this pavilion of what. I spent a good half hour trying to figure out if there was anything going on there.

It is not clear that they have ever done anything.

Looking at the self-submitted biographies of their founders, staff members, employees, and "conversation hosts" reveals that they are all wealthy well-educated Bay Area white people. They take care to mention that they have been to other countries for months or even years and that they speak foreign languages, and that they ride bicycles and use solar and hybrid power. They're all well-off, cheerful, and in fine physical shape.

Anyway they're going to save the world by talking about saving the world. I think technology is involved, and there are certainly oboes and wide, beardy grins. The stages are apparently 1) noticing that history and biology have happened 2) meditating and making your own brain better and ready to evolvulate and conversatify and 3) something they're putting on the web site Real Soon Now that will be a social network.

I've got a better idea. How about all of them stop with the website and the neurocosmology and the self-improving oneness of spirit exercises and just make sandwiches, say, 20 a week, all at once, on Saturday. They all have lots of time and money, so this isn't a big deal. Then, take the sandwiches to a church in a really poor neighborhood and give them a cooler full, and say "Hey, give these sandwiches to people who don't have anything to eat, okay?"

If they want to Create a Space to be Thoughtfully Open or work on their Epic Journeys, that's cool too, but not until the 20 sandwiches are delivered. Deal?

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