January Vibes
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☉ 28.2 Sun Exalted |
☉ 60.6 |
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⊕ 27.2 Moon Exalted |
⊕ 56.6 |
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☽ 59.1 |
☽ 50.3 Moon Exalted |
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What comes after the attention economy?
‘It’s now really clear that AI is coming for a wide range of tasks for which we currently pay humans, particularly those in creative and white-collar fields. When I’m trying to understand where technology might take society, I try to channel my inner Herbert Simon.
Back in the seventies, he observed that we live in an attention economy. His reasoning was as follows:
- Economies are driven by what is scarce, and therefore valuable and in demand, such as arable land or industrial machinery.
- Information is abundant and free.
- Information consumes our attention, so when we have more information, we have less attention to pay to things.
- Therefore, we live in an attention economy.’
‘The Internet has given us a shortage of directed attention we can spend, but AI is now making attending to something cheap and easy.’
In a world where AI can attend to things for us, summarize ideas, and generate instructions, three things become scarce: Prioritizing, doing, and novelty. Setting great priorities in a world of distracting possibilities will become an increasingly hard challenge, and those who can do it best will win.’
‘With so many things that can be done, we’ll value those who actually get them done instead of dithering. When AI can summarize and explain things for us is, what’ll be in demand are people who can interpret the things an AI suggests and produce something authentic, and unique, and tangible.’
‘It’s why I find the New Age so nauseating. Everybody’s got formula things that they say, and then if you actually watch them in their lives, you know it’s just hypocrisy. It’s not true. Being able to say something intelligent and wise means nothing if you don’t live it.’ Formats and Transcendence – The Abstract System | Ra Uru Hu
‘My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird — equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young and still not half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture. Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes, a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is that we live forever.’ Mary Oliver
