A personal AI road map for the present



Chat GPT: Please make a lifelike image of a stray cat walking along a street in Edinburgh, near Waverley station and the Walter Scott monument.


Ready or not, artificial intelligence is going to become a part of your life. Where we are now with AI reminds me of where we were in the 1980s with the internet. There were early adopters (like me), but eventually everybody was going to have it.

First, a disclaimer. I have been an Apple groupie for 35 going on 40 years. Thus I lean toward Apple products and discount (and even disdain) competing offerings from, say, Microsoft or Google. I also know next to nothing about Android devices, though I do have a Android phone that I keep as a kind of emergency backup for my Apple iPhone. So, Apple.

In the months since AI became the next big thing, I have been in exploratory mode — not spending much money but trying out AI’s to try to get a feel for what they’re good for and where they’re going. With the release last week of Apple’s new versions of Mac OS (version 15, Sequoia) and iOS (version 18), we have a pretty good idea of what Apple is going to do. Apple is going to have its own AI called Apple Intelligence, and Apple is going to partner with Chat GPT. Thus, for me, the course into AI adoption for the present is pretty clear — use the AI features built into Apple’s new operating systems, and combine that with a subscription to Chat GPT (which has a free version as well as a more advanced version for individuals that costs $20 a month).

Making images with an AI is a lot of fun. But, to me, it’s texts that really matter. The $20-a-month version of Chat GPT allows you to upload and analyze texts, though it’s not clear to me how long Chat GPT retains those texts. We won’t know until next month, when Apple releases new versions of its OS’s, what Apple’s capabilities with texts will be. However, it seems to be that Apple’s AI will read everything on your computer, including all your emails, and will know about you everything that can be learned about you from what’s on your Apple computer and your iPhone. I’m good with that, because Apple is making firm promises about privacy.

To be ready for what’s coming with Apple AI, you may need to upgrade your hardware. But that gets complicated, because sometimes AI’s run “on device,” and sometimes they run “in the cloud,” with queries uploaded to servers somewhere over the internet, and the responses downloaded to you, which means that you can use AI’s without having the newest Apple hardware.

Given that AI is in your future, your decisions really are about what you want to use it for and how much you’ll have to pay for it.

The cosmology of Giordano Bruno



Source: Wikimedia Commons


Heresy. S.J. Parris. Doubleday, 2010. 448 pages.


I want to talk not so much about the historical novel by S.J. Parris as about Giordano Bruno and why he deserves our attention 424 years after his death (burned at the stake for heresy).

I’ll quote from the Wikipedia article:

“He is known for his cosmological theories, which conceptually extended to include the then-novel Copernican model. He practiced Hermeticism and gave a mystical stance to exploring the universe. He proposed that the stars were distant suns surrounded by their own planets (exoplanets), and he raised the possibility that these planets might foster life of their own, a cosmological position known as cosmic pluralism. He also insisted that the universe is infinite and could have no center.

“Bruno was tried for heresy by the Roman Inquisition on charges of denial of several core Catholic doctrines, including eternal damnation, the Trinity, the divinity of Christ, the virginity of Mary, and transubstantiation. Bruno’s pantheism was not taken lightly by the church, nor was his teaching of metempsychosis regarding the reincarnation of the soul. The Inquisition found him guilty, and he was burned alive at the stake in Rome’s Campo de’ Fiori in 1600.”

Giordano Bruno’s life shows us how some people (a tiny minority, usually) can be right about many things many years before it can be proven. And then there is the ugly corollary: Some people can be wrong about many things (a huge majority, usually) many years after those things have been proven false. It’s important to keep in mind that, though Bruno had a scientific mind, it was philosophy, rather than science, that he was doing with his theories. Bruno’s philosophy, though, was grounded in the best science of his time.

Copernicus’ On the Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres had been published in 1543. Copernicus, who used telescopes and mathematics, was doing science. Even though it was philosophy that Bruno was concerned with, he was not just wildly speculating. The reasoning involved in forming scientific hypotheses is always disciplined by the rigors of philosophy. This is as true today as it was in Bruno’s time. Today’s cosmological theories come from a collaboration between scientists and philosophers of science.

The history of ignorance is as horrifying as the history of knowledge is inspiring. From the Wikipedia article on Bruno:

“The Vatican has published few official statements about Bruno’s trial and execution. In 1942, Cardinal Giovanni Mercati, who discovered a number of lost documents relating to Bruno’s trial, stated that the Church was perfectly justified in condemning him. On the 400th anniversary of Bruno’s death, in 2000, Cardinal Angelo Sodano declared Bruno’s death to be a “sad episode” but, despite his regret, he defended Bruno’s prosecutors, maintaining that the Inquisitors “had the desire to serve freedom and promote the common good and did everything possible to save his life.” In the same year, Pope John Paul II made a general apology for “the use of violence that some have committed in the service of truth.”

The service of truth?? Even today, popes still don’t get it. It was its monopoly on dogma that the church was serving.

But about the novel. S.J. Parris has written a series of seven novels about Giordano Bruno. They’re mystery novels. The first in the series, Heresy, is set in Oxford in 1583. (Elizabeth I had come to the throne in 1558.) I had just finished reading all seven of C.J. Sansom’s Shardlake novels, the last of which is set in 1549. The Shardlake novels left me very much in the mood for staying in that period. S.J. Parris is a pseudonym for Stephanie Jane Merritt.

I have not been able to find much material on how Stephanie Merritt did the research for her Bruno novels. I doubt that she was as thorough as Sansom was with his Shardlake novels. But there is this quote from Merritt on her web site:

“At university I specialised in medieval and Renaissance literature and got to know the writers of the Tudor period, which was how I discovered Bruno’s story. For a while I was tempted to go into academia in that area, so I think I always had a desire to write about that era in some form. But I’m glad I found a way back to it through fiction — it’s a lot more fun having the freedom to imagine myself into that world.”

Bruno was right about a great many things. Even his panpsychism is taken entirely seriously by cosmologists today, though some contemporary philosophers argue that it was pandeism that Bruno advocated rather than panpsychism.

Vegetarian pimento cheese


Peppers in the garden continue to produce until frost. In fact they love the return of cool weather. A neighbor gave me some beautiful sweet red peppers. They’re not bell peppers. They look more like fresh pimento peppers — thick-skinned and sweet. I’ve used the heck out of them, because there are more where those came from.

Even if you make pimento cheese from scratch with good ingredients, you’re doing no favor for your lipid profile, what with the cheddar and the cream cheese. The New York Times ran a classic recipe for pimento cheese earlier this year. Yum.

I make a vegetarian version with mashed tofu and seasonings such as brewer’s yeast (also called food yeast) and turmeric or curry powder. There’s no substitute for the mayonnaise, though, I think.

Next time I’ll roast the pepper on the grill before I chop it.


That yellow-flower time of year



Tickseed sunflower

I call September that yellow-flower time of year. As soon as September arrives, yellow flowers appear all along the roadsides here in the Blue Ridge foothills.

And there’s another thing that arrives in September — bread season. The kitchen, at last, is cool enough to want to use the oven. My first loaf of the season was barley bread. It’s about ten parts barley flour to one part gluten flour, plus salt, a teaspoon of yeast, and water. As long as you add gluten flour to the barley and keep the dough warm, it will rise, even though barley flour is a little harder to work with than wheat. I grind my own barley flour from organic hulled barley. You can get the barley — and grain grinders! — on Amazon. My grinder, though, is a classic Champion juicer with a mill attachment.


Barley bread with fixin’s

A valid centrist narrative does not exist



Source: Wikimedia Commons

Some of the most smug and la-la-foolish people doing great harm in the world these days are the so-called centrists. They think that they are ever so superior to and smarter than the lowly “partisans” to their left and right. But once the right has descended into fascism, depravity, and false reality, a defensible center can no longer exist.

And yet that is where the mainstream media are today. Particularly guilty are the New York Times and the Washington Post, because, as the only newspapers of record left standing, they have a particular responsibility to the truth. The New York Times, having led the crusade to get President Biden to end his campaign for a second term, is now flagrantly applying its double standard to its coverage of Donald Trump. The Washington Post has shown some signs of rethinking its double standard, but the New York Times has not. The Times continues to translate Trump’s babblings into English, covering up what is increasingly obvious — that Trump’s mind is not all there.

Responsible people on the left are now calling out the centrist media for this, for what good it will do. The centrist media haughtily ignore criticism from the left, even as they are terrified by criticism from the right. Heather Cox Richardson directly quotes Trump’s incomprehensible ramblings about child care, as does Sara Libby in the San Francisco Chronicle and Rebecca Solnit in the Guardian.

There is something sentimental about the New York Times’ delusions. It is as though the Times has convinced itself that America today is still a place like Walter Cronkite’s America, a place where a single trusted voice could reach pretty much the entire country. Cronkite was host of the CBS Evening news for 19 years, from 1962 to 1981. He was often called the most trusted man in America. The New York Times craves that kind of trust but supposes that lying to cover for a depraved right is the way to get it.

I have only one comforting thought about this. It’s that historians understand quite well what is happening in the United States today. History will get it right. The malignant failings of the media will be a part of that history.


Here, verbatim, are Trump’s babblings about child care:

“Well I would do that. And we’re sitting down. You know I was somebody. We had Senator Marco Rubio, and my daughter Ivanka was so impactful on that issue. It’s a very important issue. But I think when you talk about the kind of numbers that I’m talking about, that because—look, child care is child care. It’s—couldn’t, you know, it’s something you have to have it—in this country you have to have it. But when you talk about those numbers compared to the kind of numbers that I’m talking about by taxing foreign nations at levels that they’re not used to—but they’ll get used to it very quickly—and it’s not going to stop them from doing business with us, but they’ll have a very substantial tax when they send product into our country. Those numbers are so much bigger than any numbers that we’re talking about, including child care, that it’s going to take care. We’re going to have—I look forward to having no deficits within a fairly short period of time, coupled with the reductions that I told you about on waste and fraud and all of the other things that are going on in our country, because I have to stay with child care. I want to stay with child care, but those numbers are small relative to the kind of economic numbers that I’m talking about, including growth, but growth also headed up by what the plan is that I just told you about. We’re going to be taking in trillions of dollars, and as much as child care is talked about as being expensive, it’s, relatively speaking, not very expensive compared to the kind of numbers we’ll be taking in. We’re going to make this into an incredible country that can afford to take care of its people, and then we’ll worry about the rest of the world. Let’s help other people, but we’re going to take care of our country first. This is about America first. It’s about Make America Great Again, we have to do it because right now we’re a failing nation, so we’ll take care of it.”


The future of ancient places



On the island of Gometra, looking toward the island of Ulva. Photo from my visit to the islands in 2019. Click here for high resolution version.


The Scottish islands have been on my mind lately for a couple of reasons. The first is that Ken is working on an article for the New York Times on the community buyout of the island of Ulva, which he and I visited in 2019. The second reason is that I broke my vow not to buy any more Harris tweed jackets.

As part of his research for the article, Ken was reading a history of the community buyout of the island of Eigg, which was completed in 1997. The book is Soil and Soul: People versus Corporate Power, by Alastair McIntosh, published in 2004. McIntosh was born in 1955, and the book starts with his reflections on growing up on the island of Lewis and Harris. The book gives a complete history of the Eigg buyout. But it also describes how the island of Harris narrowly evaded the construction of an enormous and incredibly destructive “super quarry” in the 1990s.

Land reform in Scotland has a long and depressing history. Vast amounts of land in Scotland’s highlands and islands is still owned by rich absentee landlords, who continue to do everything they can to keep as much land as possible in the hands of as few (very rich) people as possible. See Absentee owners buying up Scottish estates in secret sales, in the Guardian, April 2022. The secret sales are intended to keep local people from bidding on the land.

McIntosh’s book has a good deal to say about Harris tweed, but much has changed since the book was published in 2004. Probably the best source on the economics of Harris tweed is the Stornaway Gazette. If you search the Gazette for the word “tweed” you’ll find that the island’s tweed industry was in a deep crisis in 2007, when a foolish Yorkshire entrepreneur bought a major mill in Stornaway and immediately set out to wreck the industry. See The tweed crisis that became an opportunity. A man named Ian Angus Mackenzie is credited with almost single-handedly stepping in to save the Harris tweed industry. According to Wikipedia, production of Harris tweed more than doubled between 2009 and 2012.

As for my new jacket, I violated my oath not to buy any more Harris tweed jackets because this one was a color I had never seen before — burgundy. There also is no pattern in the tweed. It’s a uniform burgundy. I ordered this jacket on eBay from the U.K. (as usual) and when it arrived was surprised to see that it’s almost certainly new old stock. The pockets were still stitched closed, and there was a packet of spare buttons in an inside pocket. Based on what appears to be a date on a hidden label (I’m not certain), I strongly suspect that the jacket was made in 2015, when tweed production was increasing. The jacket was made in Egypt for Marks & Spencer, a British retailer. The tailoring is excellent. In the U.K. — at least once upon a time — one could buy something off the rack and still have a tailored look. I have found, though, that any Harris tweed jacket is likely to be well made. To afford the handmade fabric is also to afford some good cutting and sewing.

I’m eager to see what Ken will have to say about the Ulva buyout. My impression is that things have not gone as well on Ulva as on Eigg. It’s always the economics, and in Scotland’s highlands and islands I think I can imagine how difficult it is to balance a remote and sustainable lifestyle with the necessity of tourism. The islands’ situation is a microcosm of the global conflict that is the story of our era: Is the world a playground for the super-rich who want to be lords of the earth? Or is the world for the rest of us?

Imagination, knowledge, and heathens



Existential Physics: A Scientist’s Guide to Life’s Biggest Questions. Sabine Hossenfelder, Viking, 2022. 248 pages.


Physicists, I suspect, come in two flavors.

The first flavor, lacking imagination, are a little too quick to tell us what is impossible. Maybe they are more interested in understanding what we confidently know than in bravely expanding the boundaries of what we confidently know. Sabine Hossenfelder, I suspect, is such a physicist. She is popular on YouTube. No doubt she has helped many non-physicists better understand physics. But it would be very surprising if she ever discovers, or even hypothesizes, anything new. She just doesn’t seem to be wired that way.

The second flavor of physicists are driven by a burning curiosity. They know what we confidently know just as well as the first flavor. But they apply their efforts to trying to penetrate the mysteries of what we don’t know. The big mysteries today are in theoretical physics, which has been stuck for a century, mainly because no one has yet figured out what gravity is and how gravity fits with the well-supported theory of quantum mechanics.

Albert Einstein famously said, “Imagination is more important than knowledge.” What he meant by that is frequently misunderstood. He is not belitting the importance of knowledge. He is talking about the process of how new knowledge is acquired. (I’m appending Einstein’s quote, in context, at the bottom of this post. It comes from an interview with the Saturday Evening Post in 1929.)

In science, the word speculative is not a dirty word as long as the speculation is consistent with what is confidently known, and as long as the speculation is testable. That’s pretty much the definition of hypothesis, after all. Some scientific discoveries may fall into our laps as accidents and serendipity. But other scientific discoveries start as speculation — a hypothesis — that, when tested, passes the test.

I was charmed by the two pages at the beginning of the book with the heading “A warning.” Hossenfelder writes: “I want you to know what you are getting yourself into, so let me put my cards on the table up front. I am both agnostic and a heathen. I have never been part of an organized religion and never felt the desire to join one.”

In that way, at least, she and I are kindred spirits. I often refer to myself as a heathen, though I avoid the word agnostic because of a certain freight it carries. The freight that goes with the word heathen, however, I very much embrace. The word refers, of course, to a heath — rough, uncultivated land, almost always associated with Britain, where heather and gorse grow. Heathen was an insult, like hayseed, or hick — ignorant people who lived in forsaken places and who stubbornly held out against imperial religions such as Christianity.

This book then, is devoted to telling us whether some popular beliefs are, or are not, consistent with physics as we currently understand it.

Her first question is about whether the past still exists. Someone asks her this question, actually, in a somewhat different way. He asks whether there is some reality in which his grandmother is still alive. This question is all tied up with something that is just as mysterious as gravity — time. Her answer here may be surprising to some people. But it’s important, because most of us underappreciate just how strange contemporary physics is. She concludes:

“According to the currently established laws of nature, the future, the present, and the past all exist in the same way…. There is nothing in these laws that distinguishes one moment of time from any other. The past, therefore, exists in just the same way as the present. While the situation is not entirely settled, it seems that the laws of nature preserve information entirely, so all the details that make up you and the story of your grandmother’s life are immortal.”

She takes on other questions, such as: Why does time move in only one direction? Are there “many worlds,” with copies of ourselves in those other worlds? Do we have free will? Is the universe conscious?

I have listened to smart people endlessly debating the matter of free will. Such discussions are almost as unbearable to me as discussions about religious doctrine. I am very much rooting for the case that we do have free will. That case, though, is strongly tied up in the question of what consciousness is, and whether consciousness has some mysterious relationship to the unpredictably of quantum mechanics — specifically, what physicists refer to as “the collapse of the wave function.” (Think Schrödinger’s cat.)

You knew I was going to mention Roger Penrose, didn’t you?

Hossenfelder of course describes Penrose’s ideas about consciousness and how consciousness arises from quantum activity inside the brain. She evens interviews Penrose at Oxford. Her conclusion about Penrose’s hypotheses: It is “highly speculative, … but at present it is compatible with what we know.”

Penrose’s hypotheses, by the way, closely relate to other ideas such as panpsychism and whether the universe is conscious. Hossenfelder’s conclusion about whether the universe is conscious: “It’s a speculative hypothesis, but if it’s correct, then the universe might have enough rapid-communication channels to be conscious.”

If Penrose is right about how consciousness arises in the brain, then it’s a very safe bet that the universe is conscious.

My guess is that many people who derive their existential comforts from religion would abandon religion and embrace physics, if they knew more about physics. As I see it, it is 100 percent guaranteed that religious doctrine about the nature of our being and the nature of the universe are completely wrong. Thus I am a heathen. Religion, though, provides susceptible people with the comfort of certainty, through a concept that I detest: faith. I’m sure I’m not the only person who finds religious faith horrifying, since I’m also a person who finds religion to be completely wrong.

With physics, there is no certainty. We must admit what we don’t know, that there are things we will certainly not know in our individual lifetimes, and probably even things that human beings will never know. If you can live with the uncertainty, and if you can appreciate hypotheses (such as Penrose’s) that would show the universe to be quite a magical place, then physics — not religion or agnosticism — is the way to go.



From Albert Einstein’s interview with the Saturday Evening Post in 1929:

Einstein: “I believe in intuitions and inspirations. I sometimes feel that I am right. I do not know that I am. When two expeditions of scientists, financed by the Royal Academy, went forth to test my theory of relativity, I was convinced that their conclusions would tally with my hypothesis. I was not surprised when the eclipse of May 29, 1919, confirmed my intuitions. I would have been surprised if I had been wrong.”

Post: “Then you trust more to your imagination than to your knowledge?”

Einstein: “I am enough of the artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”

If I only had a field…



From my morning walk. Click here for high-resolution version.

There are many beautiful hayfields in this area. I covet them. I have only woods. I’ve often talked about how much I’d like to have a pasture, or a field. Then again, maybe not. A hayfield is not a hayfield unless there also is a tractor with a mower and a baling machine. I don’t have such things, nor do I have the farmerly skill to use them.

Hay is a major crop in this area. Sadly, though, most of the hay goes to feed beef cattle. This is not horse country, though there are some. Country people love their beef. I can say this for their local beef, though. It’s all grass fed. The beef cattle all live in excellent pastures, and they winter over with local hay.

The political situation

I haven’t posted lately about the political situation. The changes have been dramatic, but everything is going well, and I have little to add. I would like to mention a piece in The New Republic today that detests the political punditry as much as I do. It’s “Beware the Pundit-Brained Version of the Democratic Convention.”

When a political event is on live television — for example, a president’s state of the union speech before a joint session of Congress — the brainlessness of the punditry is on full display. C-SPAN, if you can get it, may televise such events with no pundit “analysis.” But if you watch it anywhere else, you’ll have to listen to the inane and endless yipyap from witless talking heads that passes as analysis. I have not been watching the Democratic convention live. I do watch some of the speeches the day after, and, if there is yipyap, I skip over it.


⬆︎ Click here for high-resolution version.


⬆︎ The road past my house. The house is hidden behind the trees on the lower right. Click here for high-resolution version.


This hayfield plant has remarkably beautiful powers, but I well remember it from my rural Southern childhood and what its briars can do to children’s bare feet. I believe this is Carolina horsenettle, Solanum carolinense. Click here for high-resolution version.

Low tech to the rescue


My heat pump (which also is a cooling system) had been working perfectly for fifteen years. It chose to stop running on a hot Saturday afternoon when the outdoor temperature was 88F. The temperature inside the house slowly rose to a miserable 89F.

When critical systems in a house fail, the perversity principle requires that they fail on a weekend, when the kind of businesses you need are closed (though they might make an emergency call for a hefty additional fee). Lucky for me, my nearest neighbor is retired from the heating and cooling business, and he came to take a look.

His diagnosis, in which he says he is 90 percent confident, is that an electrical relay on the air handler has failed. That’s a relatively minor thing, and if we can acquire a new relay on Monday then the fix won’t take long.

Two rooms in the house have ceiling fans, which help. But my upstairs office does not. I went up into the attic and fetched an oscillating fan that had been used in the downstairs bedroom before I had a ceiling fan installed in that room. I had forgotten how amazing fans can be!

I well remember what it was like growing up in the South in the 1950s, when some businesses had air conditioning but pretty much nobody had it in their homes or cars. It was fans that made life in the South bearable before the age of air conditioning. Architecture and landscaping were important, too. It’s why houses of that era had big front porches and shade trees.

Here in the American South, heat pumps have been common for decades. Almost everyone has a heat pump and has some understanding of how they work. In a climate that doesn’t get too cold, heat pumps are an efficient source of heat. The heat pump’s true magic, though, is that it’s reversible. It can pump heat into the house from outdoors, or it can pump heat out of the house. There is a limit to a heat pump’s efficiency, though. When heating, a heat pump can raise the temperature of the outside air only about 50 degrees F. So, if it’s 20F outdoors, a heat pump will have to rely on assistance from electrical heating coils, which are not efficient.

I have seen a good many stories lately about how efforts to introduce heat pumps in the U.K. aren’t going very well. A friend recently returned from a visit to a Scottish island, where a local had complained about the cost of operating a newly installed heat pump — £2,000 for one winter’s worth of heat. My guess would be that the problem is not so much the heat pump as a drafty and poorly insulated house. Here in American South, people who live in older houses often use heat pumps for cooling but still use gas or oil for heating.

The sound of the fan, and the start of the Democratic National Convention tomorrow, have stirred up clear memories of the summer of 1960, sitting in my grandmother’s living room with the sound of her large floor-model oscillating fan and watching the party conventions on television. In 1960, John F. Kennedy was running against Richard Nixon.


Correction: Upon reflection, I realized that my summer memory had to have been from 1960 rather than 1956, and I have edited the paragraph above accordingly.

I’m also remembering the importance of ice for living in the South before the days of air conditioning. My grandmother was fond of Pepsi. Pepsi over ice was regular thing with my grandmother, especially in summer. At home we drank far less Pepsi and far more iced tea. There was always iced tea in the refrigerator, and there was always ice in the freezer.

Normally, now, I don’t use much ice, even in the summer. But one of the first things I did after the air conditioning stopped yesterday was to turn on the icemaker.

The same way they treat San Francisco



Anne Hidalgo, the socialist mayor of Paris


Apologies… This post contains some coarse language.


The Paris Olympics went just fine. Right-wingers had predicted that it would go very badly. They said that Paris was a cesspool, and that the level of crime would be terrible. According to the Associated Press, 30,000 social media bots in 13 languages were spreading ugly memes about Paris. For example: “Paris, Paris, 1-2-3, go to Seine and make a pee.”

What the mayor of Paris, Anne Hidalgo, said about this won’t be distributed by 30,000 bots on social media. But you can read about it in Le Monde (though the full text of the article is available only to subscribers).

The Times of London (behind a paywall) also wrote about Hidalgo’s interview with Le Monde:

“Fuck reactionaries, fuck the extreme right, fuck all those who want to shut us in a war with everyone against everyone.”

To quote from the Times of London:

Hidalgo told Le Monde that criticism of her was orchestrated by “a reactionary and extreme-right planet” which nourished a “hatred” for Paris because it was the city “of all freedoms, the refuge for LGBTQI+, … a city that has a left-wing woman mayor, and what is more of foreign origin and with dual nationality and an ecologist and feminist to boot.” (Hidalgo was born in Spain.)

This is the same treatment that San Francisco, where I lived for 18 years, has always gotten from right-wingers. Let them say what they want. Let them eat cake, and let them live in Texas.