An iron sign for A La Ville De Nancy. The Sign is in the shape of a cauldron, inside the outline of the pot is a table with a man and woman sitting and drinking wine while playing footsy under the table.

Update on that thing

Friday I posted that the latest Mistral models might be getting close to checking all the boxes when it comes to balancing quality and ethics. They have the documents for EU compliance, you can run them in regulated datacenters, their commercial terms let you block out training using your data. The box to check was…

A French vision of school in the year 2000 as envisioned in 1899, where books would be sent to the shredder while the children wear headsets uploading knowledge to their minds. We got part of it, I guess...

Still Doing That Thing…

I’ve been ranting a bit here over the last few months, talking about my stance(s) on AI in all its myriad forms. For a look back here’s Part 1 and Part 2. The things I keep running into in my day job, weekend writing gig, and nighttime doomscroll are about as consistent as a metronome….

A view of the 9-11 Ground Zerro memeorial in New York City. In the foregorund, names of those lost are etched in the stone. Water falls into the open hole where the tower once stood. Trees and a cloudy New York day still moves on in the background.

9/11 at 25, The “Misery Chick” and Minbari War

A memory, some reflection, a different lens, 25 years later, still thinking….

Two hand-sketched, suited people chat, one in an armchair facing their back at us and holding a cigarette, the other standing, holding a pipe. There are large flowers above the armchair. The hand-drawn image is superimposed with a textured rendering of a sad-face emoji covering the standing person's face. A seemingly random network of nodes hovers above the person in the armchair.

So I Did a Thing… Part 2

Part 2 of my journey to figure out if there is such a thing as ethical use of LLMs in writing.

Polling station sign

Polling the Pollsters

The polls left me scratching my head, and I had to ask, how can we get past this “photoshopped” moment