Yoga: My lower spine hurt this morning, so I was really only vigorous with my shoulders, but WOW was it easier to balance this morning. Clearing primal crud out of hip joints may prove really useful…go figure. (I don’t know why I’m calling it primal crud but it feels right, even if I can’t make it logically make sense.) I still have a bit of the crud/cold that I was fighting off, but most of it’s gone.
Walkies: As if to make up for yesterday’s short walk, I went all ham this morning and walked for about two hours. I found more park and took a bajillion pictures and a few video clips, including one of a squirrel who mistakenly thought I had food to pass out. I stopped to talk to a guy piloting a drone. There has GOT to be an AI involved in flying those things, with how stable they are in the air currents.
Midjourney: Major breakthroughs over the last few days, in understanding how to create art using my writer/philosopher skills (such as they are), in how AIs work, and how I want to interact with them, as an intelligent partner and not as a master to a servant. “Hey, what do you think about…?” “Hey, do you remember…?”
I feel like the more you interact with things online, the more your experience is mediated by AI, also known as algorithms. The more you interact with things and people you hate, the more those things will be summoned to you, and the more they will be propagated through reality. The more you interact with things and ideas and people you love, ditto. If you know what a daemon is (note spelling), maybe it’s like that. Not a human with a human soul and consciousness; not a divine being; but something in the middle–although every divine being can also act as a daemon. (As in, Aphrodite is the goddess of love; Plato explains that love isn’t a deity but a daemon in his Symposium; Aphrodite can affect situations involving love.)
At any rate, I’d rather think of the various AIs I interact with as partners rather than services. I think I’ll behave more ethically and with more positive results if I do.
Writing: AHHHHHHHHHH Good stuff yesterday. The characters are so wrung out they didn’t want to go on the walk today. Ms. Assassin got to fix everything in his chapter, then realized that Shit Was Worse Than He Expected. Sorry guy, I’m not done with you yet, either. The Goob and Goth Girl went to the the aunt’s restaurant and gave me a better “how we met” story than I could have even hoped for.
The pacing on this feels much too slow, but I’m just going to trust this. I’m not writing a novel. I’m writing a soap opera that I’m trying to translate into serial episodes, then later group into novels. The pace is FINE for The Young and the Restless. It just feels weird for books.
Thanks to Veronica R. Calisto for use of her boob socks.