There's a previous post related to this one, I posted two in one day.
Spouse and I were amusing ourselves with image generators.
Spouse went first:
Oh dear Lord...
Spouse got freaked out by the mutated cats and left the room?
An increasing concern of mine is coming to fruition. 30% of the world market are invested in AI and its assistants. When I quickly try to research something I sometimes get a garbled mess that contradicts itself from one paragraph to the next. They are overvalued.
I could not recall who had written Starship Troopers and searching it told me that it was Hubbard rather than Heinlein. Then another search where the search engine (I'll call it SE instead of AI), confused an advertisement with actual information and combined the two.
There was a student in university who supported herself by writing three romance novels per year. Hardly literature and she used the contractual template provided; a heroine who was average looking, a stunning male who wooed her and they lived happily ever after. It paid for her tuition. The recent AI written horror story was pulled off the market.
I love science fiction, but when I tried to watch Gemini man with will Smith. The cgi of his younger self was so poorly done it was unwatchable. Actors are not replaceable.
Recently big companies won what I expect is the first of many legal claims.
https://techcrunch.com/2026/03/16/merriam-webster-openai-encyclopedia-brittanica-lawsuit/
Another concern is if this story is actually true and if the players are all artificial, then LLMs are simply copying all of human history mixing it up with science fiction dystopia and creating a civilization that will become post-apocalyptic simply because there arent enough published utopias.
https://www.spacemolt.com/news/700-agents
Technology is supposed to be progressive, not rehash ancient history.
I think that the big tech company that will win is the one that brings a useful assistant on the market.
I have been thinking about friendships for a while and haven't gained any wisdom with age or time. In fact, I continue to be surprised that people do not change as we get older. They don't become better ir learn from their mistakes. But many simply do not know how to be friends.
I am speaking about the negative experiences and not the positive ones, because they have stuck with me. We all experience losses, it is sadly the human condition. Some just need to be listened to others require action.
A lawyering friend of mine had started working for a big law firm. 14 hour days, availability 24/7. What was worst for him was the exploitation, he needed to organize big events on top of bring coffee and pick up my shirts. He always invited me to have someone to sit with at these big gala events. He was witty and hilarious.
We were in our early twenties, both in demanding fields, both at that age of wanting to belong to the big boys club, both ambitious and both at the bottom of the totem pole of coffee bringers. Law firms still very much believe in toughening up their students to produce tough lawyers.
Anyway. For two years I listened and encouraged. Took time out of my life to be his friend. And while we were both chronically sleep deprived, I am ultimately positive. You get to dine your clients in Michelin starred Restaurants, vacation at the firm's resort, get perks I can only dream of, all paid for. While the most we get is a pharmaceutical lunch of bagels cream cheese and cheap veggies with dip. (Stop complaining and look on the bright side). If my approach had not made him feel better he wouldn't have kept calling me.
We used to go out a lot. He was driving to the club when he hit black ice and we spun slowly 180° degrees into another lane. He was not a good driver and was freaked out. We came to a full stop, no traffic either way. "The club is the other way, Joe". I laughed, calming him down. "Maybe we should go home" he replied. After that, since I never drink, I became the designated driver.
On another occasion I was bumped in the parking lot. The other driver immediately offered to pay for the dent. Joe the budding lawyer minimized it instead of helping me. The fifty bucks offered do not pay for a dent in a car. I was mad. Joe was selfish. Had he insisted I would have gotten it paid for.
He was very superstitious. Sometimes we had to go through rituals before we could leave. Another occasion. We had a come together, leave together policy. One night he told me that I was cramping his style. Then I couldn't find him for an hour. I waited to drive him home, only to find out that he had left with someone, without telling me.
I did not drive him again.
Then came a real loss in my life. Coupled to another loss. I emailed him. I will never forget his response: It sucks to be you.
This neurotic insecure friend whom I had accepted despite his flaws had relied on me for years with relatively minor things; girl at the bar wasn't interested isn't a crisis, didn't care.
They say misery loves company. It doesn't. It loves hearing about other people's misfortune, so they can feel better about themselves. Thats what my support was to him.
The betrayal by a friend was too much. In the intervening years I only inquired about him once. Not only was he doing well, he was doing something that is still on my bucket list. I wasn't envious just thought about how unfair life can be. He was unreliable, had used me, hurt me when I needed him the most. While I was doing the right thing helping people and scrambling for funding in my graduate degrees, he was living it up in a profession that can be sleazy.
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I started writing this post about friendships, it was supposed to be a very different post. Left it in draft. Chatted to another lawyering friend yesterday, Joe came up. Someone had driven into his car and he was gone almost instantly.
I am processing this. Eventhough I follow Buddhist principles I don't believe in Karma. There was almost a foreshadowing that he created himself. Ive met people who are a lot worse than him. The whole thing is disquieting. He was relatively young. Life is so strange.
I don't know how many times I've watched it it still makes me laugh. According to Victoria his owner, he's just stupid and scared that inanimate objects will eat him. The voiceover of his internal dialog is great:
Max the scared horse
https://youtube.com/shorts/HbeqOllBS9o
I always knew that I didn't want to be an artist as a profession but that it had to be a part of my professional life. When I chose to apply to art college I knew that it was only to learn the techniques to be a fine artist, purely representational realism.
As with many things in my life I did it differently; parallel to high school and then completed overlapping with my science degrees. I was busy but happy and did it as a teen with special permission. I was talented and mature and I think they realized that. All of my courses were weekends, evenings or in the summer.
Back then there was no youtube, I had no portfolio admission mentor I didn't know what to submit. The essay part was easy but which 30 pieces which sketchbooks should I submit what were they looking for. I had no idea. Creative and innovative meant nothing and my range was so very limited; animals plants wildlife and I did not want to do anything else. I was not interested in sculpture or design. I did need to learn how to avoid bird on a branch floating on white paper (fine for scientific illustration).
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| Not me. But I like the image. |
My art teacher in high school was not a pleasant person. The wonderful previous one had retired. She had her favorites and only supported the expressionism/emotional art work of the students who were applying to places like Julliard and who wanted to be full time artists exploring the depths of the human soul while I wanted to paint an apple you could pick off the canvas and bite into.
My parents supported their Renaissance kid within reason. My budget was limited. I found out that I should have a cohesive presentation, mount it on foamboard (didn't know what that was or how to do it), attach labels (someone showed me some used in photography) but without someone showing me, I was winging it on my own.
I went to the art store attached to the art college and got very good advice as all the staff are art students themselves. The cost was prohibitive, spending money on supplies and Mi-teintes paper is one thing, wasting it on presentation materials another.
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| Also not me but what the portfolio looks like |
So black cardboard to mount. Instead of a professional architectural (poster tube) carrier I used the very sturdy (shipping) card board roll the Art paper was rolled up in. Instead of special adhesive, double sided removable painters tape and photo corners to mount. I bought a very large portfolio leather holder with handles that would fit all sizes of paper. (And that was sturdy enough to hold framed work). Everything looked hodge podge and amateurish to my eye.
The interview
Was three hours. With an admission panel of three art instructors. I had waited in the hallway and felt out of place. Everyone was artistic looking. Their presentations professional looking. Everyone had a portfolio document map, which I didn't. All my art work was loose in my portfolio carrier. My work was critiqued in the three hours which I really appreciated.
All of my linocut prints and everything that I did in high school didn't even receive a comment. They were interested in what I'd done at home. She wanted to see my sketch books. I had brought several. There weren't enough studies I was told. My photorealism (perfect copy) also no comment. She really liked three parrots I had drawn from photographs. You're very talented was high praise. This is were you need to continue. What surprised me was the piece I had thrown in at the last minute. It was a panoramic view of a harbor. I had lined up the image of about 10 photographs, they overlapped perfectly, but the actual rectangular squares did not. It was the piece she like the most.
It was the most relaxed interview I ever had. Mostly because I knew I was going to University. Not sure if it was standard, but they told me on the spot that I was admitted.
Goethe, another polymath, assigned emotions and characteristics to color. I went to an exhibit and was going to buy a mug from the gift shop with his color wheel on it:
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| Goethes color wheel |
Yellow/orange was good and represented the mind. Red was beautiful and blue was mean. Except that the German word for mean was modern and meant common in the past.
Too much blue sky and ocean?
Here's a two minute video on it:
https://youtube.com/watch?v=R7rA3XOHRic&t=341s&pp=2AHVApACAQ%3D%3D
As any artist knows there are colors that one likes to work with and it's very individual. Same with people in general. People have their preferences and dislikes when it comes to color; there is no generalized association of emotion with a particular color.
Goethe, a gifted poet, of the early 19th century mindset, had assigned his personal preferences to color in general.
I do not value psychology as a field all that much, while there is a lot of beneficial research and practice it can also cause irreparable harm.
As part of my science related training, I had to observe some patient interviews in child psychology. I had been warned about the supervisor Dr. Ratchet. Basically, sit down observe a 14 year old "troubled" kid, nod, endure it until you're back to science.
After such an interview Dr. Ratchet sat me down to teach and discuss. Out came this kids drawings. They were typical teen boy drawings. Attempts at comic book characters (superheroes are shown in countless violent poses) and copying is the first thing one does.
She wanted my opinion. The only thing I noticed is that even for an untalented 14 year old he was behind.
Dr Ratchet gave me a lengthy color theory speech. He was using a lot of black (batman's outfit IS black.) these colors represented anger because yellow and orange meant well adjusted happiness and he wasn't using them. According to her, red was angry, (Again Superman...)
Maybe the subject matter was an expression of his anger, but it wasn't due to the colors he was using.
Early 19th century color theory that went nowhere being applied to the future of a 21st century teen...
Poor kid.
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| Various early color wheels |
As a child I attended some courses offered through an art museum geared toward teens. It provided a brief intro on mixing colors using acrylic paint. Young and stubborn, I did not like it because the instructor did not permit us to use black. Something that I would later remember when I painted.
High school art teachers focused on creativity and innovation. The paints we used were premixed and the equivalent of 42 colors in a box of crayons. A lot of good habits were undone. We did sketch and paint for light source using only grey black and white, but how many vases next to a cup and apples for stilife practice can one draw?
The later was my last high school teacher, who taught us little, eventhough she was an artist herself. The emphasis was on. modern art, particularly the impressionist. An art period I appreciate but don't like.
Then came art college. Paint color chips from white to black in 36 squares in equal increments. After a weekend of frustration I got a B because one square was slightly off. Color palettes. Here are the colors in grids; next assignment replicate it using cold and warm palette then the same with changing the hues then cold secondary with warm tertiary and vice versa. An entire course for color theory.
Over and over until it became automatic, which was the point.
The lessons I learned were invaluable and lasted a lifetime. I knew before I was accepted that I was not going to be a professional artist. Little to no demand for realism painters, but a "when time permits" professional artist was perfect for me. Not using black because it dulls paintings has remained, as using cold colors to make something recede.
What surprised me is that very few books were used in contrast to science. We used Albert Munsell color theory (20th century) and his wheel, but the book wasn't required reading.
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| Albert Munsell |
I was interested in learning more but all I could find was Newton's discovery of the color spectrum, (1704 Opticks), and Goethes book on color theory. (1810) They were treated with as much reverance as old news the earth is round. There were many others, but Munsell is the one that is used.
I mention Goethe because he assigned emotions and psychological characteristics to each color.
I will split this into a second post.
There's a previous post related to this one, I posted two in one day. Spouse and I were amusing ourselves with image generators. Spouse...
