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Anxiety

Imbolc                                                                        Maiden Moon

Palmer Hayden, a painter of the Harlem Renaissance, did a series of 12 paintings about the John Henry legend.  John Henry matched his muscle and steel-driving skill against a steam engine. When watching Alphago, the DeepMind computer program, play Go champion and legend himself, Lee Sedol, Michael Redmond, a Western go master at the 9-dan (highest level) said he really wanted to play the computer.

Here’s a quote from the only man who claimed to have seen the John Henry contest:  “When the agent for the steam drill company brought the drill here,” said Mr. Miller, “John Henry wanted to drive against it. He took a lot of pride in his work and he hated to see a machine take the work of men like him.” wiki, op cit

 

This is Lee Sedol and his daughter at Match 3. He lost, for the third game in a row, losing the match of 5 games to Alphago. Quite a different scene from Hayden’s imaging of John Henry’s loss, but still a human loss to a machine.

It occurs to me that both images evince a fundamental difference between humans and machines, love and concern for another. In Lee’s case, he and the Alphago team member are smiling, shaking hands. He has his arm around his daughter, another key distinction between  humans and machines, biological procreation. Parenting, the long task of raising a human child until they can take off on their own, is also a complex relational challenge, one well outside the current and possibly future capacity of artificial intelligence.

 

As John Henry lies dead, a heart attack brought on by the stress of the competition, others surround him. Their expressions vary from disbelief to sadness. One man has a ladle of water to offer, indicating that Henry must have just died. Too, the endurance of the legend and the song about John Henry show how deeply rooted are the questions. Is a human determined, defined by his or her capacity to defeat a machine? Ever?

Lee Sedol said, at the end of Match 3, “Lee Sedol lost. Not humankind.”

There is a fundamental anxiety about humanness revealed here. It is the question that Ray Kurzweil believes he has answered in his book, The Singularity Is Near. In Kurzweil’s mind, all of these human versus machine moments are stair steps toward the ultimate confrontation between humans and an artificial intelligence that is superior to us. The John Henry legend foreshadows what will happen. Like the steam drill a superior consciousness will simply eliminate the competition, not out of pique or malevolence, but because that is what happens when superior beings interact with inferior ones.

 

I don’t believe it. I believe the crowd around John Henry, the shaking hands at Match 3 with Alphago and the presence of Sedol’s daughter shows the true distance machines will have to travel to become superior to humans. And, when the contest is over love and compassion, the human characteristics on display in these two instances, then the machine will not want to eliminate us, but to embrace us.

Saturday

Imbolc                                                                             Valentine Moon

 

Not used to being the slow one, but in our tai chi class, now in its 6th week of 8, I am. It’s ok though. I need repetition and once I get it, I’ll have it, so speed of learning is not so important here as quality over time. Physically co-ordinated things have never been my shining moment.

The weather has been warm and in mid-winter on the eastern slopes that means chinooks. Warm = windy at this time of year. Still learning the weather patterns. It has made for outstanding electricity production. Yesterday’s output is below.

Feb 19 2016

 

Small Miracles

Imbolc                                                                     Stock Show Moon

I would like to report a minor victory. Patrick came out from Golden. He actually knows Kohler generators. He knows what it will take to fix it. At this point in the generator installation saga I’m agog with wonder.

He says the problem with electricians here in the mountains is that the work dried up several years ago and most of the electricians left. Now when work has begun to ramp up again there are too few of them for too many projects. He hires a lot of electricians as a primary solar installer and says he has a lot of problems, too.

Anyhow, sometime soon we will have a functional generator. Only a year and a quarter into the process. Yippee.

What’s Happening Now

Yule                                                                                  Stock Show Moon

My UPS just kicked in and saved my current work. But, now I have to go reset the modem. Sigh. (Well, I’ll be damned. The modem fixed itself.)

We’ve had good production out of our solar arrays this last week, not so much the first three weeks of January. We’ll see how generation averages out in this first year. A learning curve.

chart jan 2016

Kate’s been organizing, an Iowegian dervish of the kitchen. She’s been much lighter since she started. Glad.

Vega goes in tomorrow for a bandage check and biopsy results. Hoping for good news, aware it’s unlikely.

Tomorrow, too, another session with Greg.

 

Social Media

Samhain                                                        Christmas Moon

Social media. A possible explanation for its rapid rise and spread around the world. Thinking yesterday about Facebook, the app I know best, I realized that it had reconnected me with an outer tier of friends and acquaintances: former high school and college classmates, hometown folk, friends from various organizations with which I’ve worked over the years, random friends from other moments in life. People with whom I would have likely lost contact.

These are people who were at one time significant in my daily life and me in theirs. In the old regime of dial telephones, snail mail and the occasional reunion they would have faded away, not because they were unimportant, but rather because communicating them would have been difficult at best, impossible in most cases. Now I can hear daily from members of the Alexandria class of 1965, the Northstar chapter of the Sierra Club, fellow radicals from college.

This has the effect of expanding my social world, of allowing memory and today to coexist. I feel enriched by the experience.

It’s not such a good medium for close friends and family. We communicate by phone, by visits, by texts and e-mails, more dialogical than a scatter shot post can be.

What I’m saying is that Facebook, in our mobile culture, in this large nation and globe of ours, bridges the distance and makes friendships of the past available still. I suppose in this sense it serves a similar purpose to the small town or urban area where similar folks might have dispersed, but still be close enough for occasional visits. Now that small town can be 12,000 miles across.

I’ve been surprised at how much this means to me. And, gladdened.

 

 

Connected

Samhain                                                       Christmas Moon

A wire had slipped loose from one of my ethernet connections to the house. David and Ian fixed that, then, using a five position switch lit up all the ports in the loft. The desktop and the TV have hardwired connections rather than the fickle wi-fi. Much better.

That’s one project finished. Solid internet link, no more fussing about it.

While Dave and Ian worked, I continued the last stages of unpacking. Yesterday I put art supplies in the cabinets of the big work table. It still awaits a top that Jon is making from oak floorboards of recycled semi-trailers. With a year almost gone, the final shape of the loft is very close to realization: bookshelves, work out area, writing and research spot with computer, a chair for reading positioned on a large rug and overlooking Black Mountain, a small fridge and a large counter space for teaware and coffee presses, art positioned and hung.

The books, though in very large categories, still have to be organized within those categories, e.g. mythology and folklore and ancient history, Lake Superior and Minnesota, art, poetry, religion, travel, Colorado, Civil War, various literatures of the world.

A lot of work up here over the last year, close to the finish.

2015 Home Project Year

Samhain                                                                          Thanksgiving Moon

A father and son team came over Monday morning to do a site survey. Their task is to create a reliable internet connection between the modem and the garage. Might be wi-fi. Might be hardwired. Hardwired is the preference and that’s what they’ll work on first. Hopefully they can make all the ethernet jacks live at the same time. That would make positioning things in the future much more flexible. They’ll be back next Monday to work.

The kitchen remodel is on hiatus right now, waiting on the countertop’s creation and the arrival of various doors and a large cabinet injured in the first shipment. Kate’s got great ideas for color once the remodel is done. Slowly, slowly.

20151119_134627_001The December 29th date for switching on the solar panels has me a bit twitchy. The new rule promulgated by IREA (Intermountain Rural Electric Association) goes into effect on January 1st. It makes demand charges for peak load times, evenings here, so high that the result is solar panel investments will not pay out. IREA needs to install our net meter before January 1st for us to be grandfathered in under the old rules, rules that allow our solar investment to go positive in about 12 years. Having the same people in charge of installing our net meter who benefit if it’s done late doesn’t seem like the best thing, but it’s the way it is. And the 29th. So close.

Back to the fire mitigation today. I have some free time and warm weather has melted snow cover from downed trees I need to limb. This is an all winter project, taking advantage of various windows of acceptable weather conditions.

grandpop 300We’ve had a long string of projects this year. Makes sense since we’ve moved into a new house.  After 20 years in Andover we’d adapted 153rd Avenue to our peculiar needs and values. Now in some sense we’re starting over. Each step, the bookshelves in the loft, the generator install, the new gas lines, the new boiler, the new stickley table, sealcoating the driveway, fire mitigation work, solar panels, the new bed and tempurpedic mattress, the kitchen remodel and now the loft internet connection have met some priority or another.

A few, the generator, gas lines and boiler, were driven by necessity. The seal coating was timely. The bookshelves, the kitchen remodel and the solar panels on the other hand are projects designed to make our home more responsive to our values. The new bed and mattress made sense given aging bones and joints. The fire mitigation is necessary, but also enjoyable, something I can do.

We are in these ways becoming native to this place, learning its contours and possibilities and just as important, it’s limitations. Home. Black Mountain Drive. On Shadow Mountain.

 

Nutz

Samhain                                               Thanksgiving Moon

Aaargghh. Internet. Wi-fi. Loft cyberspace not working. Not working. Makes me a little nutz.

Wondered why. Thought about it. The internet is my direct connection to friends and family, especially those now far away. When it’s down, I feel shorn, perhaps the electronic equivalent of unintentional banishment, exile.

Ever since the later 1980’s I’ve handled my own computer problems, sometimes with a boost from my friends, in particular cybermage Bill Schmidt. When I can’t fix a problem, it leaves me feeling defeated and sad. Where I was last night.

So. Had to face front. This one is beyond me. I’m going to call in a specialist to set up a wi-fi or internet link for the loft that works reliably. It’s too important to me. Working episodically seems the best I can produce on my own and it’s not good enough.

The wi-fi, hardwired links in the house work fine. It’s the physical separation between the house and the loft that creates the challenge. The previous owner had a solution that worked for him, but I don’t understand it.

Another project.

Lotsa Likes

Samhain                                                                       Thanksgiving Moon

Internet has the slows today. Yesterday, too. I know just how it feels. Though, the tempurpedic has reduced my morning stiffness and I do feel better rested. Still not fast. Not any more.

Had a weird cyberworld experience yesterday. I joined a facebook group called Creative Aging. I posted on it. So far I’m at 143 likes on my post and many replies, some from Australia and India, others from Evergreen and Bailey. This would be more remarkable, but I seem to have been the first male to post on this forum in quite a while. The number of folks living in the third phase grows daily and many, maybe most, have lots of energy for life.

Some of the new cabinets are in place. All the old cabinets went away yesterday afternoon. A nephew of Melanie and Kevin has just bought a new house. Feels good to know they’ll have a home in a new home. Mike Vanhee, the fence guy, comes by this morning to pick up the old fridge, dishwasher and metal bed frame.

Our solar panels passed their final inspection. Now the process moves to IREA, the local electrical co-op that has passed the draconian excess usage charges for new solar. Those new regulations don’t go into effect until January 1. If they get the net meter in before then, we’re under the old rules. That means our return on investment goes positive in year 12. If not. Well.

No snow in the forecast for the next ten days. I’m glad. I may be able to get back out and work on fire mitigation.