The OP-1 by teenage engineering has become my main instrument. Love that they’ve done a field recorder type thing, although I have to say, I trust zoom for that
I have recently gotten a walkman, like an old school 90's sony thing. There is something so freeing in limitations. Only being able to listen to one album at a time makes my consumption so much more intentional.
This a a very thought provoking piece. I do find that so much stuff is now made for the largest common denominator and in doing so it loses beauty and interest. I like things that are niche, for they feel more like the intentional choices of the creator.
Loving the themes in this piece: music and fruit-maxxing. The sound of my summer 🌞
Specificity is the opposite of neutral AI slop
For me, it's specificity without wonder that is the crux of the soullessness issue. I feel almost opposed to the example when it is framed this lightly, even if it's an important one. AI or not, any venture that prioritizes getting to an end result without really exploring what it means to get there is probably slicing reality too thinly. It's all the taste but not enough texture for my liking.
tbh, I don't know if I'd enjoy the feeling of her sliced strawberries at all - where is the bite? the suspense? the before and after-thought after you've perfected the first slice? Damned am I to enjoy the greed and satisfaction of digging into a mouthful of berry, may it be as sweet and delightful as an angel's embrace or as disappointing as the devil's watery piss. Maybe if it were the last strawberry on earth! But I don't think we've paved over all the strawberry fields yet. and we're certainly not running out of time or patience or human capital either, only someone's (or our own) manufactured sense of of a timeline.
It's a beautiful passage actually... no doubt in sitting at the table, in witnessing the careful knife work, the methodicalness, the audacity, I'd start to wonder less about taste and more about what it means for her to be so determined to enjoy it that way. We should call it what it is: an art, and it would be enough to convince me.
Going to have to prepare some very thin strawberries now
The OP-1 by teenage engineering has become my main instrument. Love that they’ve done a field recorder type thing, although I have to say, I trust zoom for that
I have recently gotten a walkman, like an old school 90's sony thing. There is something so freeing in limitations. Only being able to listen to one album at a time makes my consumption so much more intentional.
This a a very thought provoking piece. I do find that so much stuff is now made for the largest common denominator and in doing so it loses beauty and interest. I like things that are niche, for they feel more like the intentional choices of the creator.
Loving the themes in this piece: music and fruit-maxxing. The sound of my summer 🌞
Specificity is the opposite of neutral AI slop
For me, it's specificity without wonder that is the crux of the soullessness issue. I feel almost opposed to the example when it is framed this lightly, even if it's an important one. AI or not, any venture that prioritizes getting to an end result without really exploring what it means to get there is probably slicing reality too thinly. It's all the taste but not enough texture for my liking.
tbh, I don't know if I'd enjoy the feeling of her sliced strawberries at all - where is the bite? the suspense? the before and after-thought after you've perfected the first slice? Damned am I to enjoy the greed and satisfaction of digging into a mouthful of berry, may it be as sweet and delightful as an angel's embrace or as disappointing as the devil's watery piss. Maybe if it were the last strawberry on earth! But I don't think we've paved over all the strawberry fields yet. and we're certainly not running out of time or patience or human capital either, only someone's (or our own) manufactured sense of of a timeline.
It's a beautiful passage actually... no doubt in sitting at the table, in witnessing the careful knife work, the methodicalness, the audacity, I'd start to wonder less about taste and more about what it means for her to be so determined to enjoy it that way. We should call it what it is: an art, and it would be enough to convince me.