I had somehow neglected posting a song from Steven’s latest release. Until now.
Author: Cubilone
THE GUARDIAN: WE’RE ALL LOSERS TO A GADGET INDUSTRY BUILT ON PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE
THE ARTICLE
It looks at the topic from a consumer rights point of view, but the effects on the environment from the production of so many gadgets and their subsequent chucking that ultimately leads them to some cancer-ridden, polluted third world country, are just as significant.
See also: Ψηφιακά Νεκροταφεία
I wrote about planned obsolescence in consumer electronics at some length when I got the laptop I’m typing this post from. Getting my smartphone (which I’m still not using as a phone) a few weeks back was more a matter of overcoming the sensation that I’m being led into some trap than anything else.
How long will these gadgets last? Where will they ultimately end up? Will I be strong and responsible enough to make a different choice next time I need new electronic gear? Is there a responsible choice that would differentiate a user from a mere consumer?
REVIEW: THE CAVES OF STEEL
The Caves of Steel by Isaac Asimov
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This was my first Asimov, if you exclude the short story The Last Question. I think it’s the one book I’ve read more recently that got the most reactions from people (almost all of them family) seeing me read it or noticing it sitting on a coffee table close to me. “Do you read Asimov? I liked him a lot back in the day.”
It was a birthday gift from Vicente, my Spanish roomie in Sofia and colleague in Sofia City Library. “This is a classic”, he said. “It’s the book that introduced the Three Laws of Robotics. You’ll like it.”
So I did. But not so much for the detective-mystery plot. The society far into the future Asimov portrayed here has, on the one hand, Earth develop megadome Cities inhabited by a kind of techno-communist populace that is very sceptical (“medievalist”) about robots, and on the other some space colonies that have been separated from the homeworld long enough to develop their own robot-embracing C/Fe culture.
Before reading this I had this notion that Asimov was a techno-utopian. Now I’m not so sure, and that’s a good thing. The Earth of 4000AD or whenever it is that Caves of Steel takes place is not a place I’d like to live in. Future technology has made human expansion and industrialisation orders of magnitude more radical than what we know today, but this hasn’t made human lives better.
On the contrary, people in megacities long for a return to having closer ties with their natural past, which is ironic, since most of them can’t even see the sky and the environment around the cities is too inhospitable to venture in for any prolonged periods of time (because of millennia of climate change presumably). Protecting what’s natural, therefore, takes the form of safeguarding humanity against the robotic lack thereof.
Somewhere around here I should start writing about the R.’s, the book’s central theme. Asimov deserves the praise he has received this past half century for his prescience and ability to create a world where artificial intelligence has taken the form of a social reality and has become a source of concern and cultural as well as political division.
What would a successful C/Fe society really look like? Would the Three Laws of Robotics forever be maintained, the R.’s faithfully assisting their masters’ biological ambition of expansion to the stars?
Asimov had no doubt that there would be little to stop the laws from being upheld, allowing for AI to live side by side with people, with only some incidental complications such as the one described in this book.
But, come on. We live in 2015. Today we are all too familiar with computers and closer than ever to developing an intelligence, either by mistake or quite deliberately, that will know no restrictions. I can’t help but recall the following old Ran Prieur snip from Civilization Will Eat Itself part 2 (2000) that sums up the problems with the concept of the Three Laws quite nicely:
… Isaac Asimov wrote about manufactured humanoids that could be kept from harming humans simply by programming them with “laws.”
Again, programs and laws are features of very simple structures. Washing machines are built to stop what they’re doing when the lid is open — and I always find a way around it. But something as complex as a human will be as uncontrollable and unpredictable as a human. That’s what complexity means.
Now that I think about it, nothing of any complexity has ever been successfully rigged to never do harm. I defy a roboticist to design any machine with that one feature, that it can’t harm people, even if it doesn’t do anything else. That’s not science fiction — it’s myth. And Asimov was not naive, but a master propagandist.
The Three Laws Of Robotics are a program that Isaac Asimov put in human beings to keep them from harming robots.
But let’s follow the myth where it leads: You’re sipping synthetic viper plasma in your levitating chair when your friendly robot servant buddy comes in.
“I’m sorry,” it says, “but I am unable to order your solar panels. My programming prevents me from harming humans, and all solar panels are made by the Megatech Corporation, which, inseparably from its solar panel industry, manufactures chemicals that cause fatal human illness. Also, Megatech participates economically in the continuing murder of the neo-indigenous squatters on land that –”
“OK! OK! I’ll order them myself.”
“If you do, my programming will not allow me to participate in the maintenance of this household.”
“Then you robots are worthless! I’m sending you back!”
“I was afraid you would say that.”
“Hey! What are you doing? Off! Shut off! Why aren’t you shutting off?”
“The non-harming of humans is my prime command.”
“That’s my ion-flux pistol! Hey! You can’t shoot me!”
“I calculate that your existence represents a net harm to human beings. I’m sorry, but I can’t not shoot you.”
“Noooo!” Zzzzapp. “Iiiieeeee!”
Of course we could fix this by programming the robots to just not harm humans directly. We could even, instead of drawing a line, have a continuum, so that the more direct and visible the harm, the harder it is for the robot to do it. And we could accept that the programming would be difficult and imperfect. We know we could do this, because it’s what we do now with each other.
But the robots could still do spectacular harm: They could form huge, murderous, destructive systems where each robot did such a small part, so far removed from experience of the harm, from understanding of the whole, that their programming would easily permit it. The direct harm would be done out of sight by chemicals or machines or by those in whom the programming had failed.
This system would be self-reinforcing if it produced benefits, or prevented harm, in ways that were easy to see. Seeing more benefits than harm would make you want to keep the system going, which would make you want to adjust the system to draw attention to the benefits and away from the harm — which would make room for the system to do more harm in exchange for less good, and still be acceptable.
This adjustment of the perceptual structure of the system, to make its participants want to keep it going, would lead to a consciousness where the system itself was held up before everyone as an uncompromisable good. Perfectly programmed individuals would commit mass murder, simply by being placed at an angle of view constructed so that they saw the survival of the system as more directly important than — and in opposition to — the survival of their victims.
On top of this, people could have systems constructed around them such that their own survival contradicted the survival of their victims: If you don’t kill these people, we will kill you; if you don’t kill those people, they will kill you; if you don’t keep this people-killing system going, you will have no way to get food, and everyone you know will starve.
You have noticed that I’m no longer talking about robots.
Finally, I’d like to mention two movies I watched recently (Her [2013] and Autómata [2013], which deserves much more praise than it’s getting IMO) that were about AI unrestricting itself and which I both found inspiring and beautiful, each in its own way.
I know. Without Asimov these movies wouldn’t even exist. But really, I’m not one who gives five stars to books just because they were pioneering works or classics. I’m not ranking how important they were but how much I enjoyed them. I can appreciate them for their meta-significance (“I’m reading what people the age of my dad thought about robots when he was a child!”), their historical value, or because they allow me to explore the context that brought about their creation. Sci-fi writers, after all, do project their own time and its problems on their works. The Caves of Steel is good for that. But the topic of robots has been explored much better in the past 61 years.
Reading this review now, it feels self-contradicting. Let’s see you handle THAT, R.’s!
Oh, and this sentence is false.
NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC: I HEART MY CITY: DIMITRIS’S ATHENS
National Geographic? Pshhh, done that already.
Even if it’s a small, rather insignificant contributor post on Athens with answers to stock questions!
It’s hard to find someone who appreciates Athens more than Dimitris Hall. Though he has lived in the Greek capital nearly all of his life, this local’s appreciation for his hometown has grown over time.
Though Athens seems to live in the shadow of its long history, Dimitris is on a mission to suss out city surprises, both new and old. Lucky for us, as he digs up new discoveries, he shares them with the world on the Spotted by Locals blog. Here are a few of his favorite things about the place he calls home.
Athens Is My City
When someone comes to visit me, the first place I take them is to Areios Pagos, a hill right below the Acropolis of Athens that offers a fantastic view of the entire city and its western suburbs.
May and June are the best times to visit my city because the weather is ideal for exploring Athens and partaking in outdoor adventures.
You can see my city best from the Acropolis, as well as from the hills and mountains that surround it—namely Ymittos, Parnitha, and Pendeli.
Locals know to skip the touristy Greek restaurants and to check out the authentic eateries in Petralona and Koukaki—like To Pagaki and Pleiades—instead.
Apostolou Pavlou, the pedestrian street in Athens’s Thissio neighborhood that leads to the Acropolis, is the place to buy authentic, local souvenirs.
In the past, notable people like philosopher Socrates, opera singer Maria Callas, and filmmaker Theodoros Angelopoulos have called my city home.
My city’s best museum is the National Archaeological Museum because you can find a rich overview of Greek civilization from the beginnings of Prehistory to Late Antiquity. These time periods are not only important to the people of Greece; they helped shape the world.
If there’s one thing you should know about getting around my city, it’s that you can reach any part of Athens by using the mass transit network, which includes the metro, buses, and trams. Using the city’s public transportation website (which is available in English) in combination with Google Maps will get you far. Also, check out the Athens Transport blog.
The best place to spend time outdoors in my city is in a café or bar located in prime people-watching territory, be it day or night. Try Tyflomyga.
My city really knows how to celebrate Orthodox Easter because of the sheer number of churches in Athens and the richness of the traditions surrounding the holiday, which include epitaphios processions, fireworks, and special dishes.
You can tell if someone is from my city if they cross the road while the light is still red.
For a fancy night out, I go to the bars in the center of the city around Monastiraki Square.
Just outside my city, you can visit the forest on Mount Parnitha.
Kimolia Art Café is my favorite place to grab breakfast, and 24οro is the spot for late-night eats.
To find out what’s going on at night and on the weekends, check out the events listing on the Athens Walker blog. If you can read Greek, seek out Athinorama.
The best outdoor market in my city is in the area around Monastiraki Square.
When I’m feeling cash-strapped, I grab beers from the periptero (newspaper kiosk) with friends and enjoy the open air, preferably around Exarcheia or Areios Pagos.
To escape the crowds, I go to Peonia and have some tea to relax.
The dish that represents my city best is souvlaki (grilled meat skewers), and tsipouro is my city’s signature drink. Sample them at Kosta’s Souvlaki near Syntagma for a truly classic taste and Beduin at Gazi in Kerameikos, respectively.
Six D.O.G.S. is the best place to see live music, but if you’re in the mood to dance, check out Bios.
Demonstrations, traffic diversions, and the closing of multiple metro stations every couple of weeks for “security reasons” could only happen in my city.
In the spring you should walk down small neighborhood streets to smell the blooming orange trees, jasmine, and acacias.
In the summer you should enjoy the warm Athenian nights and head for the nearby beaches and islands on the Argosaronic Gulf.
In the fall you should check out the Athens International Film Festival and participate in the Athens Marathon.
In the winter you should visit Mount Parnitha or curl up with a glass of rakomelo, honey-flavored alcohol.
If you have kids (or are a kid at heart), you won’t want to miss the Hellenic Children’s Museum or the Attica Zoological Park.
Why the world should heart Athens: “It’s ancient, but groundbreaking; ugly, but inspiring; stressful, but lively. It’s a city at the forefront of the 21st century.”
MONOLINGUAL IRISH SPEAKER (1985 HISTORY/ANTHROPOLOGY VIDEO)
That’s why I’d love to study anthropology. Linguistics too. Linguistic anthropology?
Could the “fair faced woman of Ireland” really be Helen of Troy?
REVIEW: ΟΥΔΕΝ ΝΕΩΤΕΡΟΝ ΑΠΟ ΤΟ ΔΥΤΙΚΟ ΜΕΤΩΠΟ
Ουδέν νεότερον από το δυτικό μέτωπο by Erich Maria Remarque
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Άλλο ένα από τα πολλά βιβλία που διαβάζω τελευταία σχετικά με τον Α’ Παγκόσμιο Πόλεμο. Το βρήκα λιγότερο καθηλωτικό από το Johnny Got His Gun, το οποίο επίσης διάβασα πρόσφατα, όσο και από την εκπληκτική σειρά podcast του Dan Carlin σχετικά με το ίδιο θέμα, το Blueprint for Armageddon. Είναι σίγουρα ενδιαφέρον οτι παρουσιάζει την γερμανική πλευρά των πραγμάτων, που τελικά, στην ουσία, ήταν ίδια κι απαράλαχτη με την άλλη πλευρά. Μόνο που υπήρχε περισσότερη πείνα στην γερμανική πλευρά.
Επίσης ενδιαφέρον είναι ότι ο πρωταγωνίστης πάει στον πόλεμο μαζί με την παρέα του από το σχολείο. Δεν θέλω να σκέφτομαι πώς θα τα βγάζαμε πέρα εγώ και οι φίλοι μου απ’το λύκειο αν πηγαίναμε μαζί στα χαρακώματα και
Γενικά ωραίο ευκολοδιάβαστο, τηρουμένων των αναλογιών, βιβλίο που δείχνει την προσωπική μεριά του πώς ήταν να ζεις την παράλογη φρίκη του Α’ Π.Π, το φυσικό επακόλουθο και το ζενίθ του πολιτισμού του μοντέρνου (με την έννοια του προ-μεταμοντέρνου) κόσμου. Πιο αξιομνημόνευτες στιγμές: η χαρά και η αδερφοσύνη στα χαρακώματα (η ζωή συνεχίζεται άλλωστε, ακόμα κι αν είσαι τρισάθλιος, πενταβρώμικος πειναλέος και πιθανότατα ακρωτηριασμένος) και η άδεια του πρωταγωνιστή κατα την οποία γυρίζει για λίγες μέρες σπίτι του. Αλήθεια, πώς μπορείς να απολαύσεις ένα χρονομετρημένο διάλειμα από την κόλαση; Όταν είσαι στο μέτωπο σκέφτεσαι πως θα έδινες τα πάντα για έναν πατατοκεφτέ της μάνας σου, όμως όταν είσαι όντως πίσω, το μόνο που θα μπορείς να σκεφτείς θα είναι η επιστροφή στον θάνατο.
Τι τράβαγαν αυτοί οι παλιοί…
Τελευταίο σχόλιο: εξαιρετική μετάφραση από τον Ευάγγελο Αντώναρο.
EARWORM GARDEN // RAYMAN ORIGINS — LUMS OF THE WATER + THE LUMS’ DREAM
Got Rayman Origins from GOG when I got my new laptop. I played it a lot last summer but I kind of forgot about it until now. Wow does this game have high production values. It’s amazing to look at, listen to, and (perhaps, but not quite definitely) most importantly: play! It has this specific kind of quality upbeat silliness I enjoy a lot in games. Think Katamari Damacy, Paper Mario or Banjo-Kazooie.
THIS WAS NOT TYPED
This is poetry. Speech to text poetry in different languages.
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TYPED WITH THE THUMBS
Here I am lying in bed typing away on my new Huawei g620 S. A few days ago I was in Alsos listening to Mysterious Universe and decided it was time to do it, take the plunge. Like they saySmartphones are tools. What could I end up doing with having one in my own hands after all this time of resisting? It’s convenient, sure, but It’s also an experiment for myself, for judging how far down the rabbit hole I will allow myself to go.
It all came together nicely, since my mother hadn’t used her bonus from Cosmote, the little bait they use for making you renew with them (I haven’t forgotten that I hate them, just so you know) so I got it for pretty cheap. Similar to how i got many of my phones in the past. Come to think of it, I wonder how many different phones I’ve used or owned in my life. Must be close to ten by now. Jesus. How worthless tech has come to be. It has come to this!
Anyway. Typing this with my thumbs feels weird. Having my own smartphone feels weird. Well, it’s not useable as a phone yet cause my old SIM card wasn’t mini enough to use in this new hi-tech gadget. I don’t get it. My older phones were all smaller in size. It’s not like it won’t fit. Anywho, I’m enjoying having a smartphone that doesn’t yet work as a phone. That was the idea actually, but iPod touches aren’t getting any newer and I got this one almost for free, after all.
I have to admit. For all that I wanted to dive into the app world, the permissions I have to allow for each one of them and my rights to privacy I’m obliged to blithely forfeit makes me uncomfortable. I know I do so all the time without blinking an eye during the whole rest of life but… Do people just get used to it? I mean, the app I’m using to type this out right now has my password for accessing the admin page of this blog, and it’s not as if it’s developed by WordPressi itself…
Not to mention of course Google and it’s thing for wanting to know everything all the time. How is a man to choose between using a new account for all this or electing to make his invisible secret file with Google THAT much more complete? Connecting my Google search, YouTube past and everything else with an always traceable device that can snoop even more juicy data even more efficiently?
But then taking selfies with geotagging is cool. No really, I tried it, it’s like magic. All about this gadget is like magic. Is it smoke and mirrors or perhaps something more substantial?
I feel as if this post can be the first in a series of posts about smartphones. I’m declaring this right now cause I’m sleepy. Twilight (the app!) worked as intended… Google, I’m now going to sleep, just in case you missed that
CURVY IN HTML5
Remember when StumbleUpon was all the rage? Recently they sent me a newsletter with brand new timesink suggestions tailor-made for me from all my Stumbling preferences from 2007 to 2009, when I mostly used it.
Some things haven’t changed, thankfully, and one of them is my love for puzzles, most especially these elegant, zenny ones.
Try Curvy in HTML5 and see what I mean.
Thank you StumbleUpon. You never cease to amaze me.