Riding the Waves to Eternity: Hangin’ with the Cosmic Surfer

All Made Out of Ticky-Tacky

I wrote a post here a couple of years ago pondering the impact of technological change. It’s something I’ve touched on in blog posts for a long time (for example here and here) and quite often think about in idle moments. I found myself thinking about it again yesterday when listening to a podcast featuring George Zarkadakis discussing Artificial Intelligence (in a broad sense, not the fabled singularity of some recent SF).

Zarkadakis makes a point, not original in itself but nevertheless one that resonated with me while listening, that automation removed vast numbers of jobs based on manual labour, while AI looks set to do the same for those based on intellectual labour (and jobs based on intellectual labour are often careers). There are a number of ways of parsing this, but one obvious one is that AI does for the middle classes what automation did for the working classes.

It would be easy to get dystopic about this, and I’ll resist that temptation (though there is another post there at some point), but this all interests me in the context of the election of a leader for the Labour Party. I am not a member of the Labour Party, nor any other party for that matter, so in that sense it’s not my circus and not my monkey. What interests me is that the candidates all, to one degree or another, seem to be being judged against ideological positions formed in the 20th century, many of which are crudely expressed. It seems to me that those positions are not articulated in a way that adequately analyses the nature of society now, especially with regard to the relationships between the social and economic classes, because the structures that sustained those classes are attenuating at pace.

Yes, of course we face the challenges of inequality and all that go with it, along with continuing challenges of population, race and–especially–climate; yes we are looking at a world in which, to distort the words of Drew Philp, this generation may aspire to a career but have to settle for a job. But I think to properly articulate a context for the challenges (aside from the obvious moral ones) and to articulate solutions, we need to move away from an analysis rooted in an industrial culture and the social class divisions that grew out of it.

That old parody of The Red Flag The working class can kiss my ass, I’ve got the foreman’s job at last becomes meaningless when both labour and management are replaced by automata.

There is a lazy analysis which takes the ideas of Thomas Kuhn from the Philosophy of Science and applies them to social science, but even if viewed purely as metaphor, it seems to me that there is a paradigm shift going on and politics hasn’t caught up.

Dog Days

It’s been a funny old year so far, weather-wise at least. It seems to have been continually grey and wet since I can’t remember when and it insinuates itself into one’s mood. It’s at times like this that you remember that Edinburgh is on the same latitude as Labrador. It doesn’t help that I haven’t had a break since January and I’m starting to feel in need of a freshener of some sort. We’re going to Croatia for a week in October, but that’s still a while away.

There have been a number of things I’ve wanted to post about here, but never quite got around to it. I never did write up our Hong Kong trip; I haven’t picked up on any of the political stuff that’s going on, and even in my geekiest moments I haven’t written about using a Ubuntu phone as part of a trial separation from Android. Perhaps all of these will come along one day.

In the meantime I’ve been playing with cameras, working, and writing odd little stories which are a sort of third cousin twice removed of vampire stories. That’s been fun: I’m currently around 60,000 words in with a few more thousands to go before the sequence is finished, at least in first draft. The few people who have seen them have been positive, which is gratifying. I’m also developing ideas for other stories, at least one of which makes me giggle like an idiot whenever I try and research it further. I make no claims for these tales, by the way, I just enjoy working on them.

More later, honest.

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added: I’m also trying to grow out my hair a bit; alas it doesn’t seem to grow as fast as it did when I was eighteen.