Inside my head dwells a hyperactive 11-year-old boy. From dawn til dusk, he rattles on with endless observations, comments and questions about the things that were, are, and might come to be. He is rarely appeased, but after a bit of work I can usually get him under control with a few routines.

My morning ritual begins with Toby, my canine BFF: we roam an old golf course as he tries to outwit me in pursuit of his life's work: the throwing of the ball.

AI’s Moore’s Law: The exponential growth of AI capabilities and its implications for the future.

As we blaze through the AI hype-cycle, fear and excitement abound. Is it only a matter of time before we are all replaced by robots? …

For the third time in two days, I was foiled by this monstrous idiosyncrasy in our modern society that so arbitrarily wrenches the very fabric of time from under our feet, repeatedly and without mercy.

Generative-AI is busy eating itself. But I’m not holding my breath for AI-superintelligence any time this century …

TLDR: Holy shit! Also, B-minus …