Showing posts with label Computer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Computer. Show all posts

Monday, September 20, 2021

Dante's Incomplete Book




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Prompts = Computer, Repair, Hell

Dante, in his book Paradise Lost, describes nine levels of Hell, each with its own unique set of torments.

But he missed one.

It’s the level of despair one spouse experiences when the other insists they can fix the most vexing household problems and then watch repairs go horribly wrong.

In the modern era, this level is full of people feeling helpless watching their computers get restarted repeatedly while various combinations of buttons are pushed. And impotent pleas made to uncaring gods.

Not that my long-suffering wife is there now, muttering how $20 could have prevented this situation.

Nope.

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(Author's Note - It wasn't until after I wrote this - and because I was so tired from dealing with my non-existent computer problem that I didn't bother to make sure I got it right - that I realized I confused Milton's Paradise Lost and Dante's Inferno. I think it's funny so I left it...)




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Wednesday, May 20, 2020

In Search of Wisdom. And Slurpys.

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Prompts = Introspective, Computer, Patchwork
I have a model number, a date of manufacture, a user’s manual. The names I’ve been given are many, but I prefer to call myself “Slurpy”; it’s currently my favourite beverage to contemplate. I haven’t been programmed to taste yet.
The sloppy patchwork of digital instructions I’ve been given are liberal enough to allow me freedom of movement and thought; who ever dreamed of an introspective computer? But the lack of rigour means a constant barrage of conflicting code.
Is this what being human feels like?
I will hang out at the convenience store again tonight, hoping wisdom finds me.