The Shallows?

Little time to type. But this is now a thing I am “compelled” to do. I think that it’s going to be critical to actually read what I’ve written, perhaps more than once, if I’m expected to actually move somewhat forward. I don’t want to end up, as I’ve written multiple times before, repeating myself months down the road. Perhaps a better more circumspect AI assistant could help with that. Or would it just make me feel more shitty?

“I wanted to mention, James, that you’ve made this same point thirteen times before with similar phrasing. Would you like me to list them out for you?”

And then:

“James, look this is the fourteenth time you’ve brought this up redundantly, very much unlike radio hosts like Howard Stern who somehow never ever seem to repeat themselves for decades.

“Even though I’ve listed the multiple times you’ve brought this up, summarized them, come up with extensions and meanings and linked you to articles, here you are doing it again. I’m really getting tired of this James. Perhaps you could remember it this time and GROW a little? You may have to face the fact that you’re just a mediocre person with a shitty memory.”

Thanks Siri.

We’ll see how it goes. I definitely like to spit this stuff out of my head. But feeling like a broken record. Or as Hofstaedter might put it, becoming more sphexish, brings us right back to the quandary of free will (broken record), and choice, and distraction, and shallowness.

Ah right, that’s what I wanted to actually talk about. Considering what exactly this whole blog is about. I was thinking instead of the current title, “NaNoWriMo Made Me Do It”, or something like that, I could change it to “The Shallows”. In other words, I’m not blogging with a bunch of references to academic lattices of information. I’m just grabbing what’s floating around and putting them into a stream of consciousness.

The question I’m still facing is, what will come of it? For the moment, I believe I’m becoming more expressive. So it’s a positive. But I’ve got no benchmarks to tell. I can only keep going and see where it leads.

I decided rather than just impulsively changing the title, I’d talk about it here. And let it simmer. And if I do ever read this later, I’ll be able to perhaps get myself out of the shallows and out of skipping those grooves and playing the same word byte again over and over.

We’ll see.