Speaks Art

By the way, The Castellows have one of my favorite lines of any song in “Freeway.”

And it is: “Don’t know what you’re feelin’ til you hear it in a song.” Those girls understand art and its use. Yeah, it’s just a throwaway lyric in a pop country piece, but it hints at why so much leftist art fails and apolitical but now right-coded art like The Castellows’ succeeds: what matters (to also steal from Bo Diddly) is how it makes you feel.

Nearly all good art, by the way, is apolitical even if the person creating it is extremely politicized. And by this I don’t mean that art cannot or should not contain political content. Not at all. I mean that the work must treat whatever side it is portraying as fully human, fully realized, with actual motivations and not just as some cackling evil caricature.

Good artists can’t help but do that, even if in their everyday lives they are raving lunatics.

I said more than I intended, but so does that line in The Castellows’ little song. Which is exactly what good art does.

Workspace

So little that men or women do that is intended to be sexy actually achieves that aim. In our current culture, both genders view sexiness as something imposed or even inflicted on you, rather than something created with a shared experience in mind.

Sexiness as a consumption item, then, almost never works. A force-fed meal is not enjoyable, and by the same token neither is OnlyFans-style compensation-based generic libido on demand. Stasi vs. McDonald’s is not much of a basis for a cultural erotic imagination.

Real sexiness requires centering the other person and their awareness, their desire, and not conceiving of yourself nor them as a consumption unit or subscriber. It is not about impressing them, but rather asking together, “What kind of encounter am I making possible?” Since Gen Z is incapable of this kind of thought at all, they are hopelessly lost, with no chance at all of a revival of the concupiscent.

Which is sad. However, without a focus on the shared experience and willingness to yourself be changed by the response, even in private life “sexiness” just becomes another mode of stale content production aimed at a partner for which you are just as interchangeable as the next OnlyFans model on their phone screen.

The 90s

It’s strange being old enough now to remember a world that not only younger generations believe did not exist, they deny that it could possibly have existed.

But what’s “impossible” now lived and breathed once. The marks of that era’s passing have like glaciers carved the landscape in which we now dwell, and the light and shadow of that time have imprinted on the future as if on film. Now we play out the end of that movie, with the actors therein not realizing they are on a stage built by others they deny were even real.

Causality

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Neither can humans with any degree of reliability.

This criticism is crap, but you probably won’t understand why it’s worthless garbage unless you have a pretty firm grounding in philosophy and have thought about this sort of thing for many years.

To not write an entire screed — which is my wont — this clownery is either trivially true in a way that also applies to humans (you canโ€™t get causality from correlation alone), or false if itโ€™s meant in the sense that LLMs cannot do causal reasoning, because of course causal reasoning is possible once you supply assumptions and models. Which LLMs have access to and make use of.

Do people actually think? At all? Do they even try? I see no evidence of that. In that sense, LLMs already best 99.9999% of humans I routinely encounter.

Safety Method

Agreed. There is far more dignity in going to a brothel. There, you must interact with the real world and an actual human being; the safety of the screen is not present. There is only reality. Onlyfans, though, is the misdirection of desire into self-destructive ends that have no mitigating factor of messy human interaction. OF is nearly pure subversion of the erotic into wasted energy that would be better-directed to or for nearly anything else.

A brothel exists as a neutral artifact of craving that cannot then be satisfied elsewhere. And due to its realized existence in the physical is a negotiation with the world as is. However, OF is the corruption of the real, a simulacrum that leads to only more yearning, lesser fulfillment, less affection with no final satisfaction. OnlyFans rather acts as yawning void that consumes any possibility of eroticism and true fervor in a sea of tributes to Moloch enacted via 1990s video game mechanics.

Poppies Trimmed

I think a large part of why the left despises “attempting to do difficult things” in and of itself is that if someone succeeds in doing so that ipso facto disproves their inane notions about everyone being exactly the same.

Thus, every time someone brings about anything in the world that someone else definitely could not have created, this case of de novo instantiation acts as an implicit rebuke against the left’s moronic leveling egalitarianism that desires only to cruelly cut down anyone who excels. This should be resisted at nearly any cost.

Proscript

The left is way too concerned with who people “really” are. As if they know anyone’s secret soul. As if anyone could. The immanence of someone’s being is of no concern to me — no, I care about what they do.

Indeed, the one salient fact that can be known about vermin like Decarlos Brown is what he does. Nothing else really matters.

At one time, these beliefs about the unicorn-like inner beings of all humans were probably noble, had some benefit to give to society and the world. Now, though, the left uses these as empty platitudes to enforce a doctrine that inflicts enormous societal costs on all the rest of us. And of course, the expenses of this suicidal faux-empathy fall disproportionately on women. In some ways I believe this is by design. However, it’s mostly the left wanting to appear to be on the side of good and having no real idea what that should look like.

It’s not actually good, though, to allow young women to be murdered when that could easily be prevented. It’s not helping anyone to tolerate crime-ridden neighborhoods beset by human predators. It’s not a benefit to society to jail those who enforce the tenets of civilization on mass transit.

This suicidal empathy is going to get us all killed in the end.

Usurp We Surp

Do most people not realize they are now captured minds fully running the optimization algorithms of other people who care not a bit about them? It’s moved beyond propaganda into possession. We’ve summoned demons from the nether realm and allowed them to irrupt into our most sacred place and rampage with no control and no restraint.

What are we thinking? We aren’t; not any longer.

Anti Anti

The modern left is extremely weird because they have suicidal empathy for what should be their sworn enemies, but extreme antipathy and hostility to those who should be their natural allies.

My hypothesis is that this is born of long-term internalized self-hatred, catalyzed by precarity and a feeling of ideological and cultural rootlessness. It’s a sickness peculiar to empires that have no frontiers left to the expand into, and whose people see no future beyond decline and decay.

Still, I hate those people as much as they hate themselves. One thing I do not possess is suicidal empathy; I wish to destroy my enemies. I can pity them after they are deceased.

Only Forward

As a wise friend once advised in a different context: there is no going back. If you know nothing else about how history and the evolution thereof functions you must know that any idea of return to the past is an invalid one and impossible due to the nature of humanity and reality itself. Retreating there cannot be done and attempting to do so is a fool’s errand that leads only to ruin.

Railroads didn’t disappear when that bubble popped. Neither did the internet in 2001. AI and all its implications, complications and dislocations will not either when the AI bubble deflates in 2027 or 2028. Quite the opposite — AI will get vastly cheaper as all those data centers are liquidated and it thus will be used far more.

There is no return. The past’s waves ripple outward forever and cannot be un-waved nor thoughts un-thought. Indeed, as an also very-wise cat once observed: what has been seen cannot be un-seen.

Jayne-ism

We’re all no longer human; we’re something else now. When someone had the first thought of the dichotomy of the nous and the numinous and attempted to reconcile and unify them, we transitioned to another state of being.

The ghost in the machine dissipated and we in turn then became more machine than human, more mechanism than moiety.

Definement

The quest for some constrained and denotative definition of “artificial general intelligence” is daft and pointless.

When does a 747 become a bird? When is a submarine a fish? When you ask an amorphous, unfocused question all your answers are disjunct from the set of possible paths to revealing the actual important questions, much less any answers.

I’ll leave it as an exercise to the reader what the important questions are. But suffice it to say that though I believe some form of human-level machine intelligence is possible, we’ll never succeed in making a submarine into a fish, and we’ll also never accomplish the feat of transforming silicon and transistors into a human. A person, perhaps. But not a human.

Edge Case

I’ve always been well off the beaten path politically. Though my views have changed some since then, on a forum I used to be a regular on back in the early 2000s the exact same dude around six months apart called me an “An unhinged loony leftist” and a “Prissy never-been-laid Republican conformist.” Because those sentiments were so apposite and opposite, I took a screenshot of the post but can’t find it anymore. Was probably on some CD-R that got corrupted before I had a real NAS.

There’s no tribe I am or ever will be a part of. I just can’t bend my thinking that way. I’ll always be at the edge, wrestling with the demons of complex thoughts and real-world exigencies. For me, it’s the only way to live.