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What good is all this input, if there is no way to organise and process it in order to form meaningful output?
Manifesto — Cosmos
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Meanwhile, my single friends tell me meeting people “on the apps” has only gotten worse, making the dream of a coup de foudre over cappuccino dreamier. The coffee shop is a slower space, where conversation trumps sex, and the dailiness of the need for caffeine offers the possibility of getting to know someone over time. All the little things that w... See more
Simon de la Rouviere • The Human Medium is the Human Message

The best piece of writing I’ve read this week
Myself and people my age have been trained under the illusion that we can effectively eliminate any and all friction from our lives. We can work from home, Amazon prime everything we need, swipe through a limitless array of mediocre dates, text our therapist, and have a person go to the grocery store for us when we don’t feel like it, all while con... See more
Rosie Spinks • The Friendship Problem
AI is aggregated human intelligence. So it’s better to call it collective intelligence than artificial intelligence.
Emphasizing the collectivity (something built on the commons) over the artificiality (a feat of technology) gives us an entire new way to see, perceive and relate to the technology.
-via Holly Herndon, in conversation with Ezra Klein
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Unknowingly, the sum of these interactions is greater than we ever imagined: time spent on our screens will total 30 years of our waking life.
Unknowingly, the sum of these interactions is greater than we ever imagined: time spent on our screens will total 30 years of our waking life.
Manifesto — Cosmos
Every time I type something into ChatGPT, I imagine trees burning down. But I can’t stop.
The year is 2024. There are 8 billion people on Earth. We live with the world at our fingertips. We cling to a pocket-sized portal that promises dreams of escape, but leaves us feeling empty.
Manifesto — Cosmos
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