Wednesday, April 17, 2024

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THOSE IN THE BACK!


President Russel M. Nelson said this back at Conference in October 2020. I believed it then, and I believe it now.

I've tried to work past my prejudices, to accept that all are God's children, and that we should, as he called for in his address, to "let God prevail."

So I was saddened today to read not just a few comments on this Church News story about saints in Ghana opening their churches to their Muslim neighbors, giving them a safe place to gather for Ramadan.

We either sustain President Nelson as a prophet, or we don't. Making statements that contradict his statements is wrong.

More importantly, we believe that Jesus is the Christ, or we don't. Making statements that contradict his statements is very wrong.

Luke 10:25, for a start.

Then Matthew 5, lingering in particular on verse 43:

43 Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy.

44 But I say unto you, Love your benemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;

45 That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.

Monday, April 15, 2024

"Writing is How We Understand Uniquely"

I want to write about artificial intelligence, or, more specifically, about large language models such as ChatGPT and the like. But first, I’m going to write about Disney animator Milt Kahl. The reasons for this, I hope, will be clear.

Affectionately known as one of Disney’s “Nine Old Men,” Kahl is considered the animator’s animator, known for his skill in drawing fluid two-dimensional characters of the like of Shere Khan from The Jungle Book, Little John from Robin Hood, and Tigger from Disney’s Winnie the Pooh stories from the 1960s and 1970s.

He developed signature animations without the use of human models because he wanted to animate how the unique drawn figure would move, not as a model would imagine them moving. He’s known for the Kahl “head swaggle,” seen in the likes of Shere Khan and Edgar, the scheming butler from The Aristocats, to show off his ability to maintain head shape and body weight and positioning throughout the complex animation.

YouTuber A Humble Professor, an admirer of “animation, film, and comics,” analyzes scenes from 1977’s “The Rescuers,” for which Kahl was the directing animator. The professor focuses on animation of Madame Medusa, the film’s primary protagonist: a vain, vile woman of seemingly humble means in New York City who longs for her dreams of wealth to be realized through the discovery of a diamond long-lost in pirate treasure. The professor discusses rough animation of one scene: “Despite how rough these are, Medusa’s character shines right through them. We can really feel her frustration she feels in the scene and we can also see how her pear-shaped body influences how she sits down and scoots the stool.”


In other words, while Kahl could have used human models, or relied on past animation success (which he did with the head swaggle) he also realized that good character animation relied on how each unique character moved and talked and walked and, in the case of Madame Medusa, shrieked and climbed up on a stool and gathered her skirts when Bernard, a hero mouse in the film, arrived, spat out by one of her pet alligators after she whopped it on the head with her walking stick.

Kahl helped Medusa become a standout character because, through long effort and practice, he figured out how she looked and walked.

Uniquely.

Now let’s get back to Chat GPT and the like.

Essayist Evan Puschak, narrating a video essay called “The Real Danger of ChatGPT” at Nerdwriter1, says “Language is how human beings understand themselves and the world. But writing is how we understand uniquely. Not to write is to live according to the language of others, or worse, to live through edits, tweaks, and embellishments to language generated by an overconfident AI chatbot.”

Let me re-emphasize what Puschak says: Writing is how we understand uniquely. Not through the language of others, but through our own language and understanding.

That, I believe, is what large language models threaten to remove from us. Artificial intelligence will win out not because it develops the ability to think like humans, but because it will entice humanity with the expeditiousness that only results in humans accepting writing like an algorithm thinks they should is good enough.

Large language models present the world of writing with its own calculator moment and we as writers, educators, and students have to figure out how much we’re willing to give up for the ease of what this new calculator offers.

This is not to say that the likes of ChatGPT are bad in every way. Like any other tool, large language models can and should have their uses. The danger lies in confronting every writing problem as a nail, and using large language models as the ubiquitous hammer.

For every student and teacher who recognizes ChatGPT is a valuable tool for outlining, for brainstorming and the like, there is a student who takes the large language model shortcut and submits artificially-written work and fails classes because of it. Just this year I saw a student who was writing passable essays and commentary as an English learner succumb to the promise of ChatGPT – once, then again on a major assignment after being warned about the first offence; a semester of effort turn into failure in only a matter of days. My colleagues all share similar tales of woe. I can often hear my wife, who also teaches English, ranting in the next room in our basement as she finds another student who thought artificial intelligence was their best writing friend.

And I feel like a failure to him: Should I have done more to warn my students about the pitfalls of AI? Did I miss AI on previous assignments and not nip the temptation in the bud earlier, so his confidence built in the tool he was using? Is the course itself – its design out of my hands and in those of a committee trying their best – flawed? Is my teaching too lackadaisical?

I don’t know. But it’s hard to place all the blame on the student when the solution to a writing problem seems so clear and easily accessible – and as a savings of time.

How do I help my students hone their ability to understand uniquely the world they live in, rather than – if you can bear another metaphor – exchange it all for a mess of pottage?

Or should I, as some commenters on large language model-adjacent videos I’ve watched, just surrender because AI is only going to get better and become more human and more undetectable?

I’ve piled on the questions here. Let’s go find some answers.

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Frag-ee-lay. That Must Be Italian

 

Got a message tonight on LinkedIn from Justin Hegyi from the fine folks at The Outlier Team, inviting me to joing their crew of writers training large language models and artificial intelligence to write more gooder.

They singled me out, they say, because I am "both proficient in English  . . . and are fluent or native Italian spakers -- like you!"

Italian must be the AI misspelling of French, because while I am somewhat proficient in French, my Italian is basically what I learned from A Christmas Story.


Thing is, this same guy contacte me back in February with the same message -- but he was working for a different company. To me, that's not necessarily a good look if you're looking to acquire talent.


My feelings on all of this, and AI:

I keep getting tagged on LinkedIn by companies that want to hire me to train AI to write better.

Then I see my students turning to AI to write their essays and gazing in wonder at the absolute nonsense AI produces and I conclude:

1. Yes, AI *does* need a lot of someones to teach it how to write.

2. Those who want to teach it how to write ought to be [word that will be censored by Facebook].

Thursday, April 11, 2024

A Book I Read: I Must Say, by Martin Short

As much as I like Martin Short as a performer, this book was a little tedious to get through.

Reading about celebrities at parties is . . . dull. And it feels like the book is about one-third that. Maybe it's because I don't like parties myself.

Getting a glimpse of his life, that was interesting. Hearing from some of his characters, that was fun. But I'm gonna conclude by saying that watching Martin Short is a lot more entertaining than reading about him.

Tuesday, April 9, 2024

Phones: Three Generations

So Bluey has an episode called "Phones." In just over seven minutes, it encapsulates three generations' worth of joy and sadness thanks to the Internet and the ubiquitous smartphone.

In the episode, Chili's father visits and is invited to play Restaurant with the girls. He's shown to a "house" he rents from people on the Internet, and is chastised for walking to the restaurant to order hie food. He's also called on the carpet for daring to use his phone to call the restaurant to place an order. He's eventually schooled into how to order food online. He again goes to the restaurant to pick up his food, and is told, of course, it's going to be delivered.

He goes back to his rented house, gets his sausages -- and is scolded for chatting with the delivery person -- and concludes: "So do I just eat here, alone?"

The kids' response: "You can watch TV on your phone. There's a TV app."

So Mort makes his own app, and after smuggling a crocodile into the delivery driver's scooter, forces social interaction into the game by being summoned to the restaurant through a croc catcher "app" he makes on the pretend phone he's given.

The kids, of course, don't know another world, or at least take it for granted that people would prefer to order their food online and eat it without any interaction at all. Mort, of coruse, is more familiar with the world where if you wanted something, you physically went and got it.

Bandit and Chili, the Gen-Xers in the crowd, know both worlds, and don't have much to do this episode, so there's no bridge between old and new.

Anyway, it's a hoot to watch.


 

Monday, April 8, 2024

Glow Worm


I vaguely remember hearing Mom say this little rhyme. I learned today at Marina's funeral that she had it on the fridge. It certainly does sound like something Mom would have.

Marina's funeral was wonderful. And sad. And a lot of other things. I'm still trying to sort it all out in my head.

I did have a distinct impression at the graveside in Iona that Mom and Dad were there to be with the rest of the family. The veil felt thin.

Family photo, taken at the church on Mesa Avenue, which Dad helped build. Paula subbed in for Sherri, who had departed before we took the picture.

Saturday, April 6, 2024

"Dear God, Give A Bald Guy A Break"

One of my sisters died this week. Many prayers were said on her behalf. I gave her a priesthood blessing just prior to the crisis that led to her death, and I've been pondering many a thing since.

Part of the pondering: Was I listening to the spirit, or saying things I wanted to come to pass? The more I think, the more I'm unsure I even remember what I said in that blessing. I'm sure there were some of the typical bromides. I don't know. I wish I could remember.

I think I mentioned asking God to help her doctors know how to care for her. I know we saw that time and again this past month we were in the hospital, so maybe there's a ray of hope for my faith and my feeble grasp on priesthood power.

What Elder Holland said today in Conference is not new, of course, but hit me like a ton of bricks:

“It’s for reasons known only to God why prayers are answered differently than we hope, but I promise you they are heard, and they are answered according to His unfailing love and cosmic timetable.”

Then there was the admonition to pray out loud when possible. I can't remember who said it; I'll have to look again. That hit me too. Maybe articulting our prayers out loud gets away from the bromide side of our faith?

UPDATE: That was Elder Holland as well.

Thursday, April 4, 2024

Way too Late at the Movies: The Phantom Raspberry Blower of Old London Town

Usually when I write movie reviews under the "Way too Late at the Movies" title, it's a movie somewhat recent that I did indeed miss and finally saw.

This time, however, we've gone back to  1976, and to an almost-movie-length series of sketches from the British sketch show The Two Ronnies: "The Phantom Raspberry Blower of Old London Town," written by Spike Milligan and "a gentleman."

I'm familiar with Spike Milligan and his humor sensibilities thanks to his appearance on The Muppet Show. When our kids were younger, they were enthralled -- and I mean ENTHRALLED -- by Milligan's deadpan humor. It reminds me a lot of my Dad, who was pretty reserved except at times when he found something funny. He was pretty funny himself.

On to the show:

I will say I'm a sucker for a British satire/parody, and that's certainly what this is. The Phantom terrorizes London Jack the Ripper style by blowing raspberries at his victims, who in proper Victorian style end up in the Thames or simply keel over at the utter uncivility at the crime. Nonsequiturs abound as Milligan and company bring out the comic tropes you'd figure to find in such a story.

Well worth the watching, and available on YouTube in many forms, viz:



Tuesday, April 2, 2024

Mother Eve and Many of her Faithful Daughters . . .

Tonight as part of our scripture study, we read this from Section 138 of the Doctrine and Convenants:

(Verse 57) I beheld that the faithful elders of this dispensation, when they depart from mortal life, continue their labors in the preaching of the gospel of repentance and redemption, through the sacrifice of the Only Begotten Son of God, among those who are in darkness and under the bondage of sin in the great world of the spirits of the dead.

President Joseph F. Smith, in this section, also noted that among the gathering of the "noble and great ones" called to preach the gospel to those who have passed on are Mother Eve and "many of her faithful daughters who had lived through the ages and worshiped the true and living God."

Marina joined them tonight.

As we read, and as the texts poured in from family with the news of her passing, I received a witness that this is what Marina will be doing -- preaching the gospel to those who have waited long to hear it. And that is a comforting thing.

This is her favorite song. And she can sing it still.



Annoying Springtime Brb

This little guy or gal -- pretty sure it's a woodpecker -- has been perching on our chimney in the early AM, hammering away a things.

Most of the things it's hammering away at are sheet metal, so I've either got a hole up there the insects are getting into, or we've got a bird that's into early AM percussion sessions. so I've got to go up there and try to figure out what's what.

If I can't figure out what the attraction is, we'll have to get a plastic owl or some other kind of deterrent to keep the bird from hammering.

Getting up there will also give me the chance to replace the bit of siding that fell off under the eave earlier this spring. I should probably clean the gutters as well.