Jill St. John: the “St.” does not stand for “street.”
My wife last night was listening to some Hollywood thingy on YouTube, and the narrator broke my concentration on my work by talking about “Robert Wagner and Jill Street John.”
Had I heard that right? Well, yeah, I did. He kept saying “Jill Street John” instead of “Jill Saint John.” That’s when I realized it was no “he.” It was a mindless robot that only knew one use–the wrong use, under the circumstances, of the abbreviation “St.” as part of someone’s surname.
So there we are getting, uh, “educated” by machines programmed by careless simpletons… and who are the simpletons now?
Are we evolving into some species of brainless dweedle, taught and nourished by dweedles created and programmed by dweedles? Will our up-to-date version of the Apostles’ Creed include “the communion of streets”? How stupid do we have to get before we threaten our own continued existence?
We do keep God busy, don’t we?
See, I knew this would happen, and it has been happening frequently. People who say they are afraid AI and robots would surpass humans! Hah! Remember, people, these things are created by people.
A chess computer programmed by me would not be able to beat one programmed by Gary Kasparov.
There’s nothing intelligent about tech. It is simplistic, stupid, and unreasoning, but exceptionally good at math.
“The communion of streets” – that’s a good one. Now if it meant neighborhoods were having Bible studies in each other’s homes that would be great instead of people not even knowing their neighbors’ names they have lived by for years. Maybe if we get hit by an EMP and have not electricity people might figure out we need each other to survive.
This seems to fit here.
Going Nowhere
At times I wonder where I’m going.
I don’t know where I’ve been.
So I’ll probably be arriving
Nowhere once again.
I don’t remember what I’ve done.
I don’t know what I’ll do.
Every careful plan I held
Vanished from my view.
I feel I’m going nowhere fast,
But soon I shall arrive.
It should be much more pleasant
Where I feel I can abide.
My jumbled thoughts are playing
Havoc with my mind.
Here and there, and everywhere,
I’m running out of time.
Twist and straight, love and hate,
Are tearing at my soul.
Pain and pride, walk and stride,
Will never make me whole.
Evil days and prideful ways
Are roaring like the tide.
So now that I’ve confused you all,
I think I’ll run and hide.
– The Path Life Takes
(As I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there…)
he wasn’t there again today!
I wish I wish he’s stay away.
Eletelephony
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant –
No! no! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone-
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I’ve got it right.)
Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee-
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)