Listen along or listen after...
Word on the street is-
Serious movies are the new blockbusters. Indiana Jones and Mission Impossible are not surpassing Oppenheimer in ticket sales. Something like that. So, what do you think of that?
I think it's a sign of something... promising? But then, I have the ability to see three sides of everything- well most things. I haven't seen Oppenheimer. It's three hours long. But I'll try to get to it and share my review. I think. I mean... it's three hours long.
Before I can hunker down for a three hour joyride into the making of annihilating weapons, I am in the midst of launching some stuff that I have done. I have to create some posters for other projects, and start all the working on other projects. I am moving away from my fascination with diving into the male mind and have gone back to exploring my feminine Anima. You'll find in the still for my documentary, Finding Mother, something more internal, languid and fluid. (And yes, lots of pink. But soft, "baby" blues, too! A lot of a color I have officially dubbed "marzipan" after the treat.)
And of course, all the talk is A.I. Human beings are funny. People are weaving nightmare scenarios around A.I. And, don't get me wrong, I don't think there's anything to sneeze at in terms of all the foreboding, apocalyptic everything we've been gearing up for. It's just funny how people treat the nightmares of their own making as inevitable or, somehow, organic. Like the economy. Unfettered capitalism and accumulation all feels like it's "human nature" - or an entity in and of itself. It's choice. And I get it, I often feel like I have no choice about the three dollars and fifty cents pants and one dollar tank top I just bought at my favorite shop Zoey's, BUT- I actually do have a choice. (No, I don't). YES I DO!! (But like, it was three dollars. And a meager amount of change. Fifty cents. A mere pittance, I tell you. A pittance.)
But I digress. The fact is, I have been walking around thinking that the worst in people is some sort of baseline of reality that has no deviation. Our evolutionary progress is mere de-evolution- or the consolidation of what is the worst of us. (Ima make me a horror film about every day life called, The Worst of Us. It'll be a zombie apocalypse set in every place that ever existed ever).
I am trying to hunt down a book where this writer - whose name escapes me - posits that mentalities and mindsets that we take for granted are not inevitabilities. If someone knows what I am talking about, please, please hit me.
And I guess I should introduce myself. I had a blog a long, long time ago- deleted everything on it and am now re-igniting things. I'd like to chat about movies, books, plays- whatever glues us together and gives us sumpn' to talk about. I'd love your feedback. What do y'all think of AI? I have read some AI generated poetry-and I have to say- it's fast. But unimpressive. I mean, it's impressive for a computer, but -here's the thing. I feel like Oppenheimer is the wrench in the plan. The sheer unwillingness of human beings to be anything but unsurprising. Or, the sheer willingness of human beings to be totally, completely surprising.
I think the subconscious thought was that we would be weaned on all these blockbusters, so A.I. could come in and ya know-- give us more of what we were used to. But people, we never fit into equations. Maybe the whole world hates math! Maybe we balk at being summed up- or maybe it's not even some sort of thought out thing. Maybe we just simply are not a formula. Feed us blockbusters for twenty years and we'll just suck down the A.I. generated script. (I mean, as I said, I haven't even seen Oppenheimer, so maybe I wouldn't like it. BUT- it's about something sorta not superhero-y.
And I actually like that stuff. To a point and in a way. See The Invincible Jayson Garvey.) I don't know what the future holds. But there are people who don't get that some people-- ugh. Let me get my chatgp to help me say this. :)
Seriously, though. People are unpredictable. We might have some sort of primordial, evolutionary brain tag that prevents us from liking AI poetry. Something vestigial and stuck in our appendix. (We have pineal cells, I think, in our appendix. I hope somebody researches and fact checks me on that.) Something placed in us at the dawn of time that can sniff out plastic brain cells and fiber amygdalas. Just sayin'. Hit me up.
PS. Barbie outsold Oppenheimer. But she's a feminist. wild cackles.
The following podcast is a totally almost version of this blog.