I’ve got a few minutes of unexpected downtime.
So — like second nature it seems — my mind moves to open Facebook.
Oh, but.. wait, I just deleted it from my phone two days ago. But how about on my computer? I logged out two days ago, with intention.
Instagram? Same story. Twitter and LinkedIn, same. Jesus, how did I ever get to the point where I was checking LinkedIn on weekends, anyway?
So, ok. I’ve got this intention and growing drive in me to write. So yeah, let’s start with now. I’ve turned down this impulse for a decade.
I hesitate — do I have enough time? What if someone calls? Will it be substantial enough to justify launching into before I head out on a date? Screw all that. Ok, but should I write it in a Google Doc, in case I don’t intend to publish… or, if I write something personal, would Google or Medium use my data in a way that I may come to regret? …
Emotion AI is a Meetup series and community forum dedicated to the interdisciplinary exploration and intersection of artificial intelligence, emotion, feeling, neuroscience, art, creativity, technology, and more. We’ve held two events so far in the past few months, and for now are aiming to hold another every 2–3 months, alternating between SF and NYC.
For the Meetup series, we’ll bring together technical and non-technical speakers and audiences at this intersection for talks, conversations, and interactive activities to approach emotion and feeling from the perspectives of deep learning, machine learning, software, neuroscience, psychology, the social sciences, design, art, film & theater, therapy, and other professional disciplines.
Look for a more detailed blog post to come, and in the meantime check out the overview and the keynote video from our first Meetup at https://emotion.ai!
I just shared a poignant conversation with Sean, who is sleeping on the street in San Francisco tonight.
He asked if I had a lighter. I did, and I asked if I could sit down beside him, in his bed pile of cardboard and soiled blankets. He consented.
I lit his cigarette and sat. He had a beautiful nose-piercing that reminded me of a beautiful partner. And he cried, unsolicited. I supported his wrist with my hand, like a tiny hug.
He said he was here to get the evil out of the city, that he was here to bring all the people back together in San Francisco. And he cried at the pain of cops being hurt, and of people hurt by the system. He empathized with everybody. …
We start from the following principle: An ideal government represents and is accountable to all its people equally.
In order to better realize this ideal government, we have set out to make voting more trustable, efficient, and accessible.
We believe modern technology, like digital devices and distributed ledgers, can help us more closely embody the democratic promise of the United States of America.
Democracy requires a fair, easy process that ensures each person’s vote counts equally.
Here is what is possible right now, with currently available technology:
Each voter can verify that their vote was properly entered and counted. Everyone can view and validate every vote, and individual voter privacy can still be maintained. Even the software used to run the voting system itself can be inspected. …
at times I feel I’m shouting
even though it’s never loud
I’m thinking “this is a reflection”
or maybe “here’s a space to go”
and really “way to be”
as the space is in the being,
that becomes of having pointed
or reacted, as reflection,
and the space is who we are
as we become, as we respond
and as I hear the silence
maybe of imperception
I change course
and who am I then, there
as a covolutionary element
as the cosmos
the anonymity of being
in a way that isn’t real,
a freedom of directory,
to allow the things I feel..
in a way that is protecting
in a way that holds my space,
a way, a space I need to hold
while double bound, however sold.
this is an accusation.
here is pain, blame, anger.
in dreams she sang
sanguinely of spirit, free~
just how I need to wish to be.
let’s get together
and practice being 100% real
or as close as possible
as we can each muster
as we feel able and willing
to have the energy
to burn the effigy
to learn the entropy
of bisectionary recipes
of functionary pedigrees
memetic unxious memories
expressing a vasectomy
an alchemy of breast and bee
a tincture made delectably
a potion craft of energy
expressed in love
and especially real
i refuse to compromise
of who i am
every moment ever mountained
ever lived in ever
as i saw a window with a
son we can sing
sun beam glances
glancing through a window portrait
fixed within a simple pin
i approach the pin dropped
marker of a place a
dropped upon a map by
and why has this window frame
this door become perceived
unveiled its breast to me
that heart may give its energy
love i refuse to compromise
the truth within my heart
for the past 2 weeks of #LiBFestival and beyond
i have experienced a revolution
a thousand transformations
lifetimes of identity released
i have experienced life as one tribe, one community, at the scale of 20,000 human beings in community
we spawned new galaxies dancing in the space cocreated by the DJs and music artists of Lightning in a Bottle
i have worn the same clothes every day, no wash
i have experienced what feels like a next-level covolution and realization of transformational community: a massive iteration on and practice of sustainable permaculture civilization
i lost my toiletries for the past few days and have not brushed my…
a practice is something we do
it can become a habit over time
some practices can feel “constructive” and some “destructive”
we realize this over time by practicing
(whether or not we realized it was a practice)
and you can observe how changing your practices
can change your life
we have all observed this.
often we think of changing our actions by means of consequence, behavioral control.
we use negative conditioning to keep our way of being, our practice, inside a set of limitations, a box, that we believe
is how we are supposed to be in reality, in the world, in society, with others. …