This post was inspired by my recent reading and thinking about ASI (Artificial Super-Intelligence) models going "rogue." The term PFC refers to the Pre-Frontal Cortex, more of which later. The first image that comes to mind when I hear about ASI going rogue is Yul Brynner's android gunslinger cowboy in the film Westworld (1973), based … Continue reading Does ASI need a PFC?
Varna International Jazz Festival – A Poem
I promised in an earlier post that I would share the poem I wrote about last year's jazz festival. Well, it is now no longer a work in progress, it is a finished piece. Herewith... We gathered in the courtyardof the old museum,aficionados of the genre, in appearance if not in knowledge.The moon slowly dipped … Continue reading Varna International Jazz Festival – A Poem
Natasha and Elsie Discuss Saxophone Lessons
Contemplating Nihilism
Contemplating Marathons
Natasha and Elsie Discuss Dinosaurs
Natasha and Elsie Discuss Podiatry.
Where Have all the Sheep Gone?
Regular followers of my blogs will know that I have a penchant for appropriating and mutilating song titles. Here we have a reference to Pete Seeger's 1955 song Where Have all the Flowers Gone?, covered by many artists since then, such as Joan Baez, The Kingston Trio, and Peter Paul and Mary. The song has … Continue reading Where Have all the Sheep Gone?
From Varna to Whitby Bay
The title may not convey the same glamour and decadence as Patsy Galant's hit song From New York to L.A., but it serves its purpose. I opted for this title rather than A Tale of Two Cities, primarily because Whitby does not have city status. A stickler for details. If you have not deduced the … Continue reading From Varna to Whitby Bay
July Morning
This is the view from Avren this morning, showing the sun rising over a field of sunflowers which will soon explode into a vista of yellow hopefulness. Today is a special day that is peculiarly celebrated in Bulgaria. Thousands of young people gather on the evening of 30th June along the many beautiful beaches of … Continue reading July Morning