> A proposal to deter states from regulating artificial intelligence for a decade was soundly defeated in the U.S. Senate on Tuesday, thwarting attempts to insert the measure into President Donald Trump’s big bill of tax breaks and spending cuts.
> The Senate voted 99-1 to strike the AI provision from the legislation after weeks of criticism from both Republican and Democratic governors and state officials.
hopefully another sign that the bubble is about to pop.
while a concerted effort by techies managed to shove "AI" to depths that blockchain, NFT and Metaverse could only dream of, they did manage in the process to make the word "AI' synonymous with crappy, sketchy, exploitative, amoral, cheap. I'm here rooting for the Softbank money and other measures of investor patience to dry soon and lead to a big crash that hopefully takes half the tech industry with it
born under two Venus signs, pombagira-fronted, I'm generally torn by an abundance of love. I love life, I love being alive, and I struggle with how short the days are to express how much I love everything. I love people and plants and animals and fungi and I have a microscope here on my desk so I can look at bacteria and protozoa and nematodes and tell them I love them too.
I fly from passion to passion like a pretty little fucking butterfly, my interests this quarter include: my garden, advanced bondage, a decades-old and recently rekindled passion for the Japanese language, like twelve to twenty lovers, hookups and flirts, antifascistische Aktion, weightlifting, hand sewing, embroidery, every single one of my plants from the tiniest duckweed to the mighty blue fern, kickboxing, my kids, my kid's friends, poetry, lesbian fantasy fiction, playing two types of Japanese flute, and candy.
so for example right now I am watering my ~200 plants outside and I keep thinking, hmm this is such a prime spot that still has space, I have some wildflower seeds that can be planted just fine still in June, calendulas would be nice, also cornflower and delphinium… I meant to just water my plants, nothing else, but I'm inevitably like, :thonking: this morning-glory is always dry no matter how often I water, let's add a layer of homemade compost and another of bark mulch and… speaking of which I have all the materials to make some new soil, everyone would grow so much if I repotted the small ones… I wonder if I could hit the hardware shop between one date and the other and fix my garden hose situation, etc. and then I look at my white campanulæ who decided to bless me and my bees with a second bloom despite me not even deadheading them and I'm like, they love me too :pinkgirl_hearts:
and I'm that with everything/everyone. I start listening to honkyoku music while I garden and I'm like, that technique is so cool I wanna practice my shakuhachi more, I want to be able to play that I was progressing so well… or if I'm listening to an audiobook instead I'm like, omg let's buy the paper version of this entire series, I want to close read this story, maybe we could do a tattoo—then I'm doing a bit of exercise and thinking how cool would it be if I got to fight on a ring at least once, maybe I could already put a Probierzeit on queue at the good gym?, let's enlist kid #2 to spar more often…
unlike most people I know the apocalypse doesn't phase me either. like when I hear news of local nazis plotting to attack people in the near future I just feel like, maybe I finally get to punch one of those fuckers again it's been too long…
no, what phases me is the finitude of time, the unbridgeable gap between potential and actual, the feeling that I was stolen a third of my life and the uncertainty of how to make the most out of what I have left. what phases me is the drudgery and humiliation of dealing with bureaucracy and paperwork and crushing institutions of domestication, the resentment I feel over having to waste precious time I could be using to put a beautiful girl on a harness, instead going to the post to send some registered letter in two copies. the decision paralysis of "what do I do next" leads me straight into the arms of social media and reinforcement algorithms, our era's Lotus Island.
I want to keep more awareness of computers as a time stealer, of like, here's all the cool stuff I wanted to do if I wasn't trapped in the Youtube scroll trying to make it pop a video that latches onto my fickle attention… it's a basic point of the #bujo to keep track of things you have to do, which are probably things you don't *want* to do but have to. I will start doing the opposite, too; have a list of cool ideas, projects, entertainment, fun; of things and people I want to do; this list will always be bigger than what you actually do—that's just a function of a working imagination—but I want to have the tradeoff spelled out for me, the same way that zero-base envelope budgeting makes you aware of what you're giving up when you impulse buy something…
