the jig is up (13. 509)

Via Language Log, we are treated to Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal’s latest one panel comic—with mouseover title shown—that provides a funny take on the AI Effect, moving the goal-posts as artificial intelligence advances to redefine what “real” intelligence is, with a tendency to conclude that once a problem is solved, like besting a human grand master at chess, it’s all brute compute and no longer a reliable metric of what it’s gauging, and Moravec’s paradox—the observation that whilst computers can excel at maths and in a bounded game environment, they struggle with perception and mobility. Rather than siding with the scientific consensus that this counterintuitive skill-set is owing to the limits of disembodied cognition and how we take what took billions of years of experience, evolution and gravity to learn effortlessly for granted, the comic supposes that like an adolescent prodigy that is too smart for their own good, AI is making a conscious decision to avoid doing chores.

synchronoptica

one year ago: Israeli defence forces launch an aerial attack on Iranian nuclear enrichment facilities (with synchronopticæ), AI as stone soup, hip hop party fliers plus variations on the impossible trident

twelve years ago: a visit to Lucca 

thirteen years ago: US army headquarters in Europe moves to Wiesbaden plus protests in Istanbul

fourteen years ago: EU playable characters plus Germany government scandals 

sixteen years ago: a mosaic of photos of Istanbul 

 

day one hundred-four (13. 508)

Again losing control of the narrative and lashing out with chaotic and contradictory claims of progress towards achieving a peace accord, Trump pulls back on his threats to attack Iranian civilian infrastructure and seize petroleum processing facilities, offering that a deal could be reached by the weekend, after first decrying news out of Tehran that nothing had been agreed upon and then accusing them of spreading disinformation with a leaks of the draft as a sign of movement. Unconscionably, world energy markets hang on Trump’s every word, valuations lurching wildly despite the lack of positive news (he has promised a swift resolution no less than thirty-eight times since the ceasefire went into effect) and minting former first buddy and race-baiting Space Karen Elon Musk as the world’s first trillionaire with his rocket company going public. Neither Tehran nor Washington have disclosed what the terms of the agreement are—which seems to largely hinge on Israel’s actions in Lebanon, the aggressor excluded from the negotiations—but the administration is conservatively saying still that a deal is imminent, though to my mind the odds are not convincing.

my only escape from it all, watching a film or a face on a wall (13. 507)

On a recent long road trip, I contracted quite an earworm in the form of the Bananarama song “Robert De Niro’s Waiting…” when it came on the radio. Though not an unpleasant intrusion (in fact such randomness is quite welcome in an overly-curated environment), I was hoping to exorcise it with a little research, discovering that the lead single from the Irish-Anglo girl group—British-Hiberno? I wonder what that particular construction is called and as for girl group, Sara Dallin, Keren Woodward and Siobhan Fahey were true pioneers with an imprint—was supposedly lyrically meant to suggest something edgier and darker than their usual quirky pop-songs but was just about fandom and hero worship in the end.  The accompanying music video for Talking Italian was directed by Duncan Gibbins (making videos for Glen Frey, Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam, Blow Monkeys, Wham! and others, Gibbins tragically perished in 1993 whilst trying to rescue his cat during a wildfire that engulfed Malibu, sustaining severe burns all over his body and jumping into a swimming pool, Gibbins contracted blood-poisoning from chlorine in the water—the cat was later found unharmed) portrays one of the band members being followed by mafia-presenting man for a possible hit. Unable to locate a De Niro lookalike, they used a John Travolta impersonator for the shoot, who ended up being the pizza-delivery guy that they had had summoned. Honoured that someone had written a song about him, the actor, the renowned up until that time for his roles in the Godfather sequel, Taxi Driver and Raging Bull hosted the band for dinner. Talking Italian.

bechbretha (13. 506)

The codex of customary law, fénechas, in medieval Ireland included quite a sophisticated and substantial register of “bee-judgments,” as apiculture was recognised on par with other forms of animal husbandry, requiring regulation and legislation. The concept of justice under Brehon legal traditions privileged the restorative, remunerative and rectifying behaviour over the punitive and provided a framework for the plaintiff and defendant to work out compensation for injuries sustained—whether from an errant sting or bee-trespass, supposedly pilfering a neighbour’s nectar, or stolen hives. More from The Conversation at the link above.

bunny-rabbit style (13. 505)

Via Kottke, we are directed to a decades long, well maintained passion project that has reliably remained the go-to destination on the internet for educating oneself about shoelacing and knot tying. There’s a wealth of useful and practical advice here with contributions of fans and enthusiasts spanning years. New to us, we happily don’t arrive here too late to find it retired, archived or worse zombified, a fall that befalls many inactive sites that once had a following as a landing page for catch-penny SEO, or even worse succumbed to enshittification by the platforms and infrastructure that undergird such veteran webpages, but there is a tinge of sadness to learning about Ian’s Shoelace Site, a dying breed whose likes are disappearing from the web, resilient to the above symptoms that make the internet brittle and anaemic it’s still susceptible to the sleek plagiarism and repackaging that erodes the quality of the lessons, not only with AI scrapping and TikTok artists reposting content without attribution but also usually get things wrong. I am going to learn some new, satisfying knot techniques and wish I had known years before in protest to the heartbreaking hunger that the web has developed.

synchronoptica

one year ago: assorted links to revisit (with synchronopticæ)

twelve years ago: travels in Liguria 

thirteen years ago: flooding in the Danube 

fourteen years ago: mood rings and classroom metrics plus EU economics rollercoaster

day one hundred-three (13. 504)

The Persian Gulf Strait Authority (PGSA, the government agency established by Tehran to oversee maritime traffic established at the beginning of May along with Oman) has announced that the Hormuz is closed until further notice over US attacks. The American navy disables the third tanker this week approaching Iranian or Omani ports in violation of its own blockade. Pakistani intermediaries insist that peace negotiations are ongoing, but Iran announces that US hostilities have rendered the ceasefire meaningless as Iran continues to lob missiles and drones at American allied gulf states. Never respecting the enemy’s veto and showing his cards, Trump is losing the control of the narrative, threatening more strikes (now to take Kharg Island and assume control of petroleum production “much like we have with Venezuela”) whilst saying a deal is imminent, that Israel does what he says, lurching towards mutual exclusively outcomes, in thinking Tehran can be pressured into acquiescing to Washington’s terms and retains significant leverage.

public law 119-98 (13. 503)

Concluding a record-breaking agency shutdown of one hundred fifteen days, with lawmakers withholding money from immigration and customs enforcement hoping to pressure the weaponised bureau to reform after the death of two American citizens, congress, by the slimmest of margins along party lines voted to fund ICE and its parent department of Homeland Security. Arguably worse and further reaching than the Democrats securing no concessions to curb the agency’s thuggery and predatory practises, however, is the way the legislation was passed: with negotiations deadlocked, the GOP moved to sideline the Democrats entirely, bypassing the usual funding process of annual appropriations that require department heads to submit their yearly budget request and argue it before the competent congressional committee—a process that guarantees more oversight on the part of lawmakers—and giving DHS a three-year budget package that will last through the end of Trump’s term, seventy-billion dollars, through a process called reconciliation, an expedited parliamentary procedure used primarily safeguard presidential policy priorities, like the Big Beautiful Bill or Biden’s environmental laws or domestic microchip production, but not to fund government programmes out of cycle from being dismantled by the opposition. The Secure America Act was sponsored by Senator Lindsey Graham and signed by Trump immediately upon passage. With only a vanishingly small majority in the House and Senate, more departments and activities favoured by Trump—or the next administration—under this precedent could turn to reconciliation to keep budgets unbeholden going forward and nullify the minority’s ability to leverage influence through a lapse of appropriations.

dynalites (13. 502)

Via Waxy, we are lured down a deep rabbit hole on the subject of commercial signage that are especially ubiquitous in the US, bas relief and embossed vacuum or thermo-formed pan-faced signs that go by various trade names with this appreciation of their origin and design from Beth Matthews. Appearing in the 1950s after the novelty of neon was replaced by the durability and low cost of moulded plastic, the spread of the new format can be credited to a salesman in Los Angeles, Conrad Escalante, who developed and patented the layout of standard variants seen on guest lodgings, salons, repair shops, eateries and other businesses in need of a shingle. The docent then conducts us on a tour to see iconic examples in the wild. More at the links above.