AI is the electronic drum kit behind John, Paul and George
Someone wrote about a group of “photographs generated completely by AI,” but “AI is not the central theme.” That makes about as much sense as fucking for virginity. And get this…
The photographs were generated by AI (ai?) “made” by a fictitious photographer… ANDTHEBESTPART… those photos are on display at a gallery in Berlin.
And that got me thinking without the aid of chatgpt. And… and… if you Google chatgpt, its header asks, “Where should we begin?” Let’s begin here… just for now…
AI!!!
The gift for the gift-less.
The experience for the inexperienced.
The talent for the untalented.
The lie that replaces the truth.
Henry Ford was first, I suppose without deep research, in automation, assembly line. A man completely out of his lane who made things designed to stay in their lanes. Interesting.
Honor, one among many failing attributes, is a weakness in this current political climate and tills the field that produces a crop of crap.
Automated societies cannot endure life’s pleasures or pains. What becomes of manual labor? What is the value of 10,000 strokes of the paintbrush on canvas? What of the experience of 10,000 exposures (on film) in a camera before you make your first visual statement?
Daily we are forced-fed on a plate piled high with fake news and fake photographs and fake portraits and fake feelings and fake resumes and fake experiences and fake emotions and fake food. We sustain ourselves on the calories of callous carelessness.
A social construct top heavy in technology will, one day, bottom out when there is nothing to eat, nothing to wear, nowhere to go, and the only place to hide will be the vault of artificial thinking… our newest political party.
Complaints without possible alternatives are merely boo-freaking-who moments stacked with quip-less quibbles.
Without the pressure of “make something of yourself,” just make something for yourself.
Awaken as the sun rises to proclaim another glorious day and to honor your presence in it.
Lean into the light and likeness of yourself with the knowledge of your profound promise, wonderful worth, capable competence, and limitless love. Because there is nothing artificial about any of that.
