What We Can Become Once We're Obsolete
Thanks for the company, Tim. It's not a waiting room for one, after all. It's a wild time to be alive and the weirding has just begun.
We've been eclipsed by our bedazzled artifice, our lives and systems born out of runaway abstraction. And the universe allowed it, without complaint or warning. That's just how it rolls. Of course it gives us feedback because there are limits and laws, but the whole is self-correcting.
Consequences appear as mysteries and thieves in the night to the delusional and detached.
I wonder what will become of us.
Nice one Tim. I always appreciate your writing. I do feel a little threatened by AI but also see them as a potential collaborators. If I follow your line of thinking here about obsolescence, then if we end up with an AI that can pass the Tim Kreider test, then... you get the 'opportunity' to be... even more of an artist? I think that follows from what I see having happened with the skilled trades—being a plumber, electrician, heck, even a house painter in California is now a white-collar, six-figure career, because so few people know how or want to pursue such things.
I wrote a piece myself recently about AI, Intuition and the Collective Unconscious, AI-assisted inner work, and raypunk intuition machines:
Can we just go back to art for the sake of art and bringing beauty to the world, rather than generating likes? Thank you for this provocative piece--especially the reference to “the prose style of Hulk Hogan.”
Loved this. I remember watching the original FROM STAR WARS TO JEDI VHS and seeing Tippett doing that stop motion stuff, so seeing the light and magic doc and knowing he’s still kicking was a boost.
Whoa, this started getting me very uncomfortable about my own obsolescence, but Praise Jesus! you pulled a rabbit out of your hat, hand-rendered or otherwise, and I came out of here smiling. And thanks for this story abut Tippett and this film. I'll watch for it! Oh, and the Snodgrass painting too!
I find myself increasingly drawn to work that is rough in its humanness — both in the things I create and the art others create that I allow to shape my mind. I want my comics to have hand-written text, even if it’s less even, I want my songs to have mistakes and human foibles — I want to hear the singer cough, I want to hear a bum note, an off beat — I want the not-quite-perfect word, so I can wonder about other words, I want the color that’s not from a perfected palette, so my eye can dwell in visual dissonance rather than all this shiny smooth streamlined perfect predigested crap. I want imperfection and error. I want to make it and I want to see it and hear it and think it. And so I really dig what you have written here!
I've been a stage actor for 40+ years. I get it.
Thank you. This was inspiring and extremely relatable.