Year: 2013

This is a post on the subject of deep empathy with machines. Please carry on and disregard if you’re not interested.

This post is draft – intuitive, underdeveloped, now, possible[2.10am edit: possibly] needs far more development and though[2.11am t] but then perhaps not.

Empathy is about feeling for or as somebody. It’s about such strong sympathy that you are and become that other somebody. It’s may be construed as strange then that I am talking about empathy with machines – how can you empathise with a machine? The trouble is that I can.

I’m not that insane – honestly. I’m not intending to make outlandish claims here. Many people will accept that you can feel for motorcycles and cars. Perhaps it should be rephrased that you can come to know them so well. [edit 2.10am but then that’s not what I’m addressing here.]

Then there are cookers and cooking. I’ve got a pressure cooker that may be with me for the rest of our lives although she has been pissing me off lately. My cooker has not bonded anywhere near as well as my big heavy circular saw. Now that’s got soul.

More of the trouble is that I can empathise with these computing machines. Weird, isn’t it?

Yes, I can. It’s not about feeling because they have no feeling and it’s not about thought because they have no thought. It’s about drudgery. Drudging along. I’ll do this, busy now I’ve got lots to do. Don’t I ever get a rest? Now I’m bored, I’ve had nothing to do for hours. I feel that.

I’m thinking that having a blog I should post more often. Unfortunately, I feel that usually I have nothing to say that is worthy of your attention. I do apologise and I will try better.

I’m struggling to find words that are appropriate. It’s difficult and so ridiculous in such a contrived, nonsense society.

I did manage this … Enjoying ourselves is important despite all else. It’s good to enjoy the company of friends.

Well I don’t have much to say.

I am a natural beekeeper – keeping bees without exploiting bees and poisoning them like conventional beekeepers do.

Well I’m glad for that

because it didn’t exist for many years

Granted I’ve got the paper copy but there was no record of me existing the many times I searched.

Don’t worry, I am real ;)

I’m trying to keep to the commitment I made: .

It was fourteen or fifteen years ago I started blogging.That would be 1998 / 1999 which coincidentally coincides with that fecking lying useless shit of an afternoon …

Ten or fifteen years ago when I started blogging. Fifteen years ago? Well definitely 14 years ago – that’s proved, documented, UYA. UYA?

The point is that 14/15 years ago I was very concerned to publish anonymously. The whole concept of privacy is – possibly – lost now? I was publishing and hoping that people would not know and would never know who I amwas.

What about intimacy? Is the concept of intimacy gone now too with the concept of privacy…?  I would still like to get intimate with people …
XXX