“Traditions and ideas must be revisited and reworked, communicated and debated, entangled and disentangled. (Self)-critique can be carried out neither in narcissistic isolation nor in the silence of the ineffable. In the gap between acknowledging your echoing and refusing to echo, and the gap between one’s own pure voice and its simulacrum, critical educational theory of all persuasions struggles with words. Perhaps it is more critical when its loving words are addressed to others and when it harkens to their response, though in this case too, the teacher-pupil relation is one of articulation. For, to echo Derrida here, ‘a master who forbids himself the phrase would give nothing. He would have no disciples but only slaves’ (1995, p. 147).” —Papastephanou (2004)
Papastephanou, M. (2004). Educational Critique, Critical Thinking and the Critical Philosophical Traditions. Journal of Philosophy of Education, 38(3), 369–378. https://doi.org/10.1111/j.0309-8249.2004.00391.x
The 2024 Tsinghua Higher Education Forum 清华高等教育论坛 . Institute of Education, Tsinghua University 清华大学教育研究院. The Beijing Convention Center 北京会议中心. 30th August 2024,14:25 – 14:50 Prof. Holmes, Wayne: “AI and Education: A critical Studies Approach”
Derrida, J. (1995) Violence and Metaphysics, in: Writing and Difference (London, Routledge).
We create jungles we instill the wild poison ivy, cactuses ‘n’ cacti. Child!
we cut down trees we mow the lawn it’s a dawn of steel and wires it’s position and image for hire
when sofas and desk chairs as softness of comfort compound on relax: have you had a run since you turned thirty one?
hiding from claw and teeth’s life’s a breeze where masteries bring minds of pretended peace and luxurious anxieties brittles the new ease
lightness, lightness, brightness smile, teeth whiteness, comfy conductors, prescriptions conscription as scriptures of be
transparency and clarity ease, simplicity, ease keep it dumb or is it numb or is it under the thumb? who’s to say, who’s to see!
smile for cameras, here and there, or don’t fine-tune exposures and actions none-done life looks like a magazine, factual and undone There is chocolate melted on projections
life’s idealisms are realisms for some are stoic triggers
If ‘Odinshühnchen’ were a set of tokens it could be probabilistically reasonable to rehash it to ‘Odin’s hühnchen’ or could functionally be confabulated to become ‘Odin’s chick,’ possibly “hallucinated” to be of chocolate make. It seems when temperatures (t) are set too high (well above 2) a ‘chocolate chicken of Odin’ suddenly seems fair play.
Technology infused poetic thoughts —(by humans for humans) as a discussion and negotiation of nuances of linguistic intuitions and the weighing of words within a compound concept— are dimensions and vectors of what makes us human, well beyond the state of mathematical, engineering and scientific reductions we have access to for the moment. As with the statement “oxygen isn’t enough for humane life,” one without it would be equally challenging as thinking without reductions. And yet, that does neither exclude going beyond either.
Let me elaborate: non-sense, or nonsense, makes us human. Think of a snail intending nonsense; or of a lion. Perhaps a lion cub, or a dolphin might seem to have their moments and yet one might suspect the transposition of human features or human needs for sense-making onto non-human inanimate or animate others. Nonetheless, one might also wonder whether it is humans as a species who take non-sense to very diverse depths or heights. If so, one might assume this is since nonsense can be defined as acts (of which thoughts are a subset) lacking sense, for sense must be there to outlie nonsense away from its median, mean or mode’s stances.
Let us play with sense and nonsense via a loose interpretation of a neurolinguistic concept of “concept blending” while contextualizing the hypes, utopias and dystopias veining the public narrated peripheries of the field of AI. (That’s where this ignorant author roams).
For instance, ‘algorithmic’ we can agree is an adjective. It intuitively asks for another word to follow. Likely a noun. This sensation is very much as with playing musical chords or sequences that create an anticipation in the listener for some specific chord or note to follow. As it is with bird song. And so it follows…
In this case, let us imagine ‘algorithmic’ is followed by ‘fairness.’ It follows that this would result in the concept (a compound of two words) ‘algorithmic fairness’ just as, for instance, if ‘Odin’ were followed by ‘chicken’ would most likely result in ‘Odin’s chicken.’
Secondly, let us now assume that ‘algorithmic’ can be followed by a number of nouns. This creates a set of concepts that start with the adjective ‘algorithmic.’ For instance, another one is ‘algorithmic governance.’ Sure, one could play a surreal game and suggest ‘algorithmic potato’ or ‘algorithmic chocolate chicken.’
Here thus an intuition is introduced where the weight or the probability of one is higher than the other. And, where the “closeness” of one is closer than the other. ‘algorithmic’ is closer to ‘fairness’ than it is to ‘potato’ or ‘chicken’ and perhaps, to some, less so ‘chocolate.’
This is partly due to one (e.g., ‘fairness’) having been used by other humans (perceived as leading voices or as voices echoing leading voices) while the other is not or probably is not (i.e., ‘chicken’).
In the ‘algorithmic’ set of concepts with the adjective ‘algorithmic,’ we (too) often decide not to include concepts such as ‘algorithmic potato.’ And yet , the set could still have a number of concepts within it.
One could decide to notate these concepts differently than how they are traditionally read. So instead of populating this set with constructs such as ‘algorithmic fairness,’ they would be populated with constructs such as ‘fairness, algorithmic_’ and not with ‘potato, algorithmic_’
Though some concepts give the intuition that this notation would not be entirely proper. (Yes, yes, really) Possibly because the link between the word ‘algorithmic’ and the following word or words is stronger or closer.
For instance: ‘Algorithmic Decision-Making Systems (ADMS)’ It feels as if this concept is less open to be notated in the structural style of ’fairness, algorithmic_’ It might be due to the fact that there is an acronym ‘ADMS’ and its capital letters or it might be something else. It might be because the concept is not only two words and rather three.
A similar intuition occurs with ‘algorithmic outrage deficit.’ And yet a different intuitive oddity occurs with ‘potato, algorithmic_’ let alone ‘chicken, algorithmic_’ and even more so ‘chick, algorithmic_’ not to mention ‘chocolate chick, algorithmic_.’ Earth shattering stuff this is.
These intuitions introduce inconsistencies into the set. The set which could contain ‘fairness, algorithmic_’ and ‘governance, algorithmic_’ and ‘harm, algorithmic_’ and ‘manipulation, algorithmic_’ and ‘oppression, algorithmic_’ and ‘persuasion, algorithmic_’ and ‘profiling, algorithmic_’ and ‘suggestion, algorithmic_’ and ‘transparency, algorithmic_’ and so on.
Therein lie, to this ignorant mind, the juices of a type of “concept blending” and perhaps, who knows, of fountains of discomfort and perhaps even anger in they who oppose such human-made blends. Who knows, who’s to chirp about it?
The above might have been conceptually blended (behind the scenes) with a list of bird names translated from German into diverse sets of language, triggering imaginations of sense-making in human sense-making reshuffling, and that in manners that seem to defy sensibility and functions or matrices of probabilistic processes.
‘Transparency, algorithmic_’ is thus questionable here.
Reality as an illusion —when disembodied— turns into a submission to artifices as constructs of illusion upon illusion upon soothing
“you will find me if you want me in the garden unless…”
where the simulacra are formed by those with control over their weights then truth becomes a shaking of fists but a setting seeding intention against fate she loves me, she doesn’t, she loves me, she
“what the hell is he building in there… he’s hiding from all the rest of us….”
are disconnects of intelligences undoing interaction of flesh and senses presenting enslavement as mesmerization of feedback loops and reductions to the digital reshuffling agents reassigning values
“happiness is…” poco allegro elongated can liveliness, yes, in minor fifth’ed be canned
fire, wheel, electricity, one artifice for kings thrown to dust by creative destruction and yet dust holds one consistency: absence of water with water stilling fire, crackling electricity, conducting artifice
“no, it’s a body of water… the monuments have been brought down to earth….”
as sediments and sounds of water from the old pond swooshing, water creaking, rushing, soothing, water, whirling, sloshing, water drowning becoming the overshot water wheel
“Se necesita mucha fortaleza para levantar….”
bubbles pop as balances between observations and constructions distractions away from confident doubt readily available to anyone into the puppetry of the happy few
be they chords, be they hursts Clickedeecklick dripping upwards
onto your sandy banks: immer mid stream
—animasuri’24
—-• some triggers
Abou-Khalil, Rabih. (1992). Sahara. IN: Blue Camel.
van Beethoven, L., Pollini, M. ( ). 33 Variations in C Major, Opus 120 on a waltz by Diabelli: Variation II (Poco Allegro)
Einstürzende Neubauten. (1996). The Garden. IN: Ende Neu.
Yesterday I pulled a hair of yours from the GPU no longer processing what it was for: the hair, a single visual of virility, once golden lock
I desire for accuracy, and proper process I demand cleanliness and method I own tools in proper Goldilocks zones yesterday I pulled a hair of yours
it prompted a visual of how I see you output hidden from alien invasion, how I saw you within the cranial privacy of my neuro-being a crack, a rift, the hemispheres appeared
the polis that is my mind partisan’ed now multidimensional making of truth conflicting as love-making that nightly chess game yesterday I pulled a hair of yours from the mainframe
Yesterday I pulled you from the motherboard one strand one hand one rip one slip calculations halted, output fuzzed logic principles and agendas shivered
positivist poles discovered a third repulsion choreographing a fourth attraction directing multitudinous memory of a plucked string resonatingly yours
Yesterday was the day you were no more, that many years ago, and yet and yet and yet: here you are my dear: here you show.