I talked with an AI today. Salon had an article on a chatbot that was the most successful in fooling judges in the annual Loebner prize. So naturally I had to check it out. It’s name is Elbot. It’s by turns cheeky, philosophical, and obscure. Really, really obscure. James Joyce has nothing on Elbot. But what was interesting was the way my own side of the conversation evolved. I was friendly, chatty, open — in Read more…
Oh my, that was amazing. We were looking for a more moderately priced restaurant after the Mrs. B’s night. Stortini’s fit’s the bill. I had scoped the place out for lunch with Sharon and Max — it’s located conveniently close (like blocks away) to Sharon’s work, and since Max joins her at the office, they just strolled on over. It was great for lunch, and even more fantastic for dinner. The food was wonderful. The Read more…
One of the benefits of sending my novel off to my editor is that I have time on my hands, time that I’ve used for watching Nova and reading National Geographic among other less-noble programs (cough! Project Runway cough!). And once again it strikes me how utterly sad creationism and intelligent design are. I think these people look up at the sky and don’t see the glory of God. Instead they are really afraid of Read more…