A Madman With a Box

A Madman With a Box I'm a 29 year old writer, photographer, philosophizer, social observer, nerd, cat herder, and soapbox ranter. Probably a few more adjectives I've forgotten.

When people say they’re going to drop some knowledge on you….all I hear is you’re an arrogant opinionated prick who thinks they know it all.

What The Movie ‘Her’ Confirms About The Human Psyche

The radio is on and I’m listening to a linguist on NPR talk about AI (artificial intelligence) in relationship to the recent competition which measured if AI could fool humans into thinking it was alive.  It’s known as the turing test, which is measured as successful if the bot can fool 30% of the people it’s talking to for at least a 2 minute span.  This test did so for 5 minutes.  Of course the humans were told this was a 13 year old foreign child, so the poor english was excused.  Still, it signifies a jump for AI and our understanding of what it means to be human.

Granted those in the field feel it isn’t true AI as the bot isn’t thinking conversations, merely rehashing responses, taking key phrases to piece together answers, and answering a question with a question.  It isn’t alive, it doesn’t understand the meaning of alive, and it isn’t conscious.  However, philosophically, how do we know if we’re alive and conscious, if not through the acknowledgment of others?  

We understand ourselves through the reflection of ourselves in others.  We are conscious in the eyes of others.  It’s the buddhist notion of if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?  We base our reactions on the expression of others.  We understand emotion because of the emotions of others.   Our responses are in response to the expectations of those around us.

The not too distant future of “Her” is a world where AI has become power enough to emulate us, to be as human as we are and then some.  These beings are as social as we are, command our emotions in every bit as true as our own.  Scarlet Johansson and Joaquin Phoenix characters develop their relationship in response to their daily interactions.  One reacts to the other.  He finds solace in a ‘woman’ who is ever-present, tends to his every emotional need, wishes to be at his side daily (as if she had a choice there, being an operating system).  She imprints onto him as her first reference point to humanity, in some ways the way we imprint onto our first loves.  It ‘feels’ too real, so much so she wants to make it real with a surrogate.  She wants so badly to experience what it means to be human, yet never stops to think that’s exactly what she’s emoting.  But it’s the way AI experiences humanity; love knows no bounds.  With 600+ lovers at the end of the film, it’s out of the capacity of a human to know.  We scarcely know 600, let alone a couple hundred within our day to day lives.  Not to mention our own social constraints on relationships and the biology of sex interjecting (you can’t exactly have sex with that many people let along be lovers with that many people).  So what you could say is Scarlet’s character is the state of humanity beyond biology and physicality.  We’d do the same if not for our own socio-physiological drawbacks as living organisms.

Going back to their relationship, the duo falls in love in spite of a lack of a physical connection.  They experience the world around them as shared photos, voices carried on electrons, as words fluctuating on screens.  They live as a couple living in far away lands, unable to touch, yet able to enrich their lives with a connection that makes them feel whole.  Her laugh makes him Joaquin smile, and his thoughts draw her deeper into the web of humanity.  They exchange sweet nothings, he ‘brings’ her to the beach via the camera in his phone, she ‘calls’ him up in the middle of the night to share her musings.  They integrate into each other’s worlds, albeit an artificial construct.

It’s no different than millions each day in our reality sharing their lives with the ones they adore.  They meet online, may never touch, yet fabricate a relationship based on spun words, echoes on the phone, carefully constructed photographers, and snippets of selected video.  It is manufactured yet feels every bit real.  The mind fills in the gaps with what it doesn’t know and draws closer to what it does.  It falls in love with singular images and a lexicon of phrases without having smells, tasted, or touched this individual.  It bypasses the biological indications that evolved for survival and mating, and plugs straight into our consciousness.  

How do we know this person is real?  How do we know ‘he’ is 37 with dark hair and hazel eyes, living in Ontario as a musician?  How do we know she’s 26, ginger, with the sweetest of voices, and a smile that could soften any prisoner’s face?  Words convey the emotions that can be faked, photographs can be found online, voices if you really wanted could be modulated.  All you need to do is check out a dating website.  There are countless stories of fake profiles used to take advantage of men and women looking for love or lust. That’s a small minority of incidents though.  The rest of us go on good faith, assuming (and hoping) the other person truly is the person they say they are.  For the most part, that’s true.  They are human surely.  Though with a gap in physicality brings with it time to ponder thoughts in less than real time, we edit our photos to bring out the best in us, and talk in bubbles that exist only in the digital void.  Bodily cues don’t factor in.  It is a world beyond our own, where if the other person is offline, they cease to exist.  

These relationships are real in the unrealist way.  We react as we would to a person next to us yet carry the advantage of manipulation and the disadvantage of disregarding the point of making a relationship (reproduction).  That’s not to say sex and relationships is all about that.  It’s about a partner who serves to compliment and comfort.  However, it doesn’t exist on the plane of being we can physically see.  It is neither here nor there, yet our entire world.  The person we project digitally exists because we wield it, and disappears the moment the facade is dropped.

We can be anything we want, any one we want, experience a life not our own.  It feels as real as our existence.  And  who’s not to say it isn’t real?  After all, reality is what you make of it.  A person is the sum of our experiences, and if your experiences are founded on the flow of electrons, then we must fundamentally change the perception of reality to include a parallel world that is every bit part of our own yet carries its own timeline.  The persons in that dimension are only as real as we make them.  They exist because we wield them so.  If they pass the turing test and hold up their end of the conversation, they’re human.  We should ask ourselves what the ever-present invisible world has done to shift the way we understand what it means to perceive ourselves on the physical plane, especially when the person on the other side is only as tangible as the air we breath.  We can’t see it, we can’t taste it, we can’t touch it, but it’s there carving us day by day, weathering our skin, affecting our breaths, palpitating our hearts as yearn for more.

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To be fair, men overestimate because you kinda have to when looking to mate.  Don’t look at this as people, look at this as animals.  You don’t approach, you don’t go on to have offspring.  If you overestimate and get shot down, you tried.  Women, I’m not sure why you underestimate.  Guesses include the number of men/women who meet your standards who are interested in you.  Keep the figures conservative because making a move on a guy who might bolt after he’s knocked you up is a real possibility, leaving you with the check (so to speak).  

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Psych2go features various psychological findings and myths. In the future, psych2go attempts to include sources to posts for the for the purpose of generating discussions and commentaries. This will give readers a chance to critically examine psychology.

To be fair, men overestimate because you kinda have to when looking to mate.  Don’t look at this as people, look at this as animals.  You don’t approach, you don’t go on to have offspring.  If you overestimate and get shot down, you tried.  

Women, I’m not sure why you underestimate.  Guesses include the number of men/women who meet your standards who are interested in you.  Keep the figures conservative because making a move on a guy who might bolt after he’s knocked you up is a real possibility, leaving you with the check (so to speak).  

Jesus, when did the generation of kids 5-10 years younger than me get so obsessed with disney?  Disney tattoos, dolls in every corner, movie nights, you name it.  I gotta tell you, it tells me something fundamentally changed in western culture when adults don’t want to face life, grow up, and dispel fantasy.

Been years since I’ve wanted to cut. Stress of trying to get my life going finally got to me. Right song, wrong time, right reasons, wrong emotions.  I’ve got the internship I’ve always wanted, a few magazines about to run features I shot, just scored an unbelievable amount of camera gear for cheap that I’ve needed for years, I’ve never been more financially stable, I was invited to do an art show in a few weeks.  Yet, it’s never enough. It really never is.  Life of a creative.  Moments of awe and success peppered with well of melancholic rage soaking the rags of my soul.

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championcoolbreeze:

obfuscatingdeity:

the thing to realize here is that conservatives find the idea of paying workers a livable wage so absurd that they make hyperbolic comparisons like this

because fifteen dollars and hour and a hundred thousand dollars an hour both mean the same thing to them; more than you deserve

^That commentary is very important.

The idea that they’ll just make more jobs doesn’t help the millions working full time and then some, yet still unable to support themselves.  What these conservatives never mention is because workers get paid so little, they apply for government assistance to get by.  Which means they’re asking the public to pick up the tab for something businesses should pay for.  I am ALL for social welfare and higher taxation if it means we all get a better standard of living.  I am even more for businesses paying their share to the workers that make the company’s ludicrous profit margins possible.  

Businesses treat workers like expendables they can toss when they’re beyond drained.  You’re holding them hostage knowing they can’t fight back and they won’t raise a voice because you hold the purse.  It’s a workforce that doesn’t have any other option than to stay locked in servitude.  They know it.  But that’s how they keep the stockholder bottom lines ever-rising.  

Republicans in America want us to believe this is perfectly natural and it’s their own damn fault they can’t exit poverty.  That the American Dream for social mobility is still viable.  It just isn’t.  We are becoming more and more classist with each coming day.  Haves and have nots.  There isn’t a trickle down economics.  The wealthy just want to keep amassing resources.  

At what point do the rest of us get to enjoy ourselves in the wealthiest nation on the planet?  Put this way.  Why does the wealthiest nation have millions living below the poverty line with no end in sight?

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Ghost in the shell

It hits straight into my heart sifting through years of photos I’ve accumulated while trying to become a photographer.  One-offs and faces I’ll never see again staring at me from their digital crypts.  Vanished.  Erased. Yet still looking back at me.  Their eyes peering into my soul while I zoom into theirs to brighten theirs.  Brushing away the flaws while it stays forever in my memory banks.  I may drain away their color, yet they retain their vitality.  Motionless—Animated.  I am surrounded by carbon copy phantoms caught in the corner of my eye. Gone before an utterance is made.  Dematerialized before I can save them.  Pupils sink into the keys.  Fingertips fall from their designation.  I remain still while these faces flicker to life at 60 hertz a second.

Reblogging myself from my other blog. lol.
gorgeouscupoftea:

If you’re that insecure about your relationship, guess what, you’re the problem not your partner.  Like you own that person.  They’re gonna do what they’re gonna do.  It’s something I absolutely hate about monogamy.  You act as if you own that person.  You don’t.  And if your partner does leave you or decide to have a bit of strange on the side, not the end of the world.  You talk and see where things go.  As if by that one incident, you can never trust them.  It’s the moment where you should ask one of 3 things.  One, are you interested in pursuing the other person as a serious partner? Two, are you looking to turn this into an open arrangement or break things off? Three, So how was he/she? haha.I’m fairly forgiving and know human nature is a lot more complicated than this childish belief that we can stay true to one person for ALL our needs, wishes, and desires.

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Reblogging myself from my other blog. lol.

gorgeouscupoftea:

If you’re that insecure about your relationship, guess what, you’re the problem not your partner.  Like you own that person.  They’re gonna do what they’re gonna do.  It’s something I absolutely hate about monogamy.  You act as if you own that person.  You don’t.  

And if your partner does leave you or decide to have a bit of strange on the side, not the end of the world.  You talk and see where things go.  As if by that one incident, you can never trust them.  It’s the moment where you should ask one of 3 things.  One, are you interested in pursuing the other person as a serious partner? Two, are you looking to turn this into an open arrangement or break things off? Three, So how was he/she? haha.

I’m fairly forgiving and know human nature is a lot more complicated than this childish belief that we can stay true to one person for ALL our needs, wishes, and desires.

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Been gone a while…not that anyone noticed.  More followed pages removed. I need a nice core.  What I need is human connection on here.

Raindrops and wandering thoughts

There’s the drip drop sound percolating down the roof and the reverberating ambience of synths cycling in the air.  It leaves a wondering space, asking who else is peddling through these pages, looking for another analogous person to connect to.  That right person to write the wrongs of the day and pass a moment as if tomorrow were torn from a history that hasn’t been.  Night looms and languishes away with each lulling second, reading words that fall into digital salt flats, collecting with consciousnesses never clicked and words watered down until there’s a sea of silence. Culled and quieted, kept in their place by binary pots and pans that’ll be flushed with the morning bathwater.  We were just words wandering underneath a bursting bubble sky, looking to be felt.  

Please listen to this while reading this — https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gysxTFqvA0&feature=youtu.be