Algorithmic Taylorism

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There you are one day, sitting in front of a screen reading the latest on 1-bit LLMs, specifically Microsoft’s implementation of BitNet b1.58 for the creation of Local LLMs, and wouldn’t you know it: the proverbial one thing leading to another, an article about the processing speeds required by Microsoft to run a lower power LLM on a mobile device, shows up. While it was Intel in the story identifying the software giant’s requirements of 40 TOPS (Trillions of Operations Per Second) of calculation ability to run on the next-gen of NPUs (Neural Processing Units), it appears that Qualcomm and their X Elite chips with 45 TOPS of performance will be first to market this year, not Intel.

While I’m enjoying the luxuries of search using Claude Opus/Sonnet, Mistral’s Le Chat, CoPilot, occasionally ChatGPT, and very rarely Google’s Gemini, I’d like to think that having AI running locally on my smartphone might have some kind of advantage. I can’t help but wonder about the rise of 1-bit weighted models that utilize 1-bit strings of observational analysis of the user in a file smaller than the average cookie. What would appear to us as random 1s and 0s are data points that possibly allow companies to build a better psychological profile of a user without violating data privacy.

With AI-assisted voice, email, search, and the myriad of other transactions that could be filtered through such tools, a much more specific and accurate profile could be structured from the data.

Taylorism was first created in the late 19th century as a scientific management solution for measuring the effectiveness and productivity of people involved in physical labor. By the 2010s, Digital Taylorism was moving into the vernacular as software performance monitoring tools were spreading. Here we are today in the mid 2020s, and it would appear that we are on the cusp of witnessing the advent of Algorithmic Taylorism. This development would no longer be an outside observer or installed piece of software designed for a specific industry; it will be the operating system, the machine, able to monitor any individual for better management and observation by the algocratic state.

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Ozempic

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A week ago today, I started a regime of weekly injections of Ozempic. That first shot was super stressful. I really should have watched a video from someone who was already using it, but in that tense moment I did not have the presence of mind to think clearly about anything aside from following the printed instructions to the letter. After injecting the first 0.25mg dose, I was uncertain I had done it right, but within a couple of days, it became obvious it was performing as advertised as I simply stopped caring about eating.

I lost a few pounds the first week, but more importantly, my blood glucose levels started dropping, and I haven’t had any side effects. While I can’t be sure, I believe the impact on my diabetes is caused in at least some part by the radically different portion sizes I’m eating. Experiencing such dramatic effects so quickly, my first inclination was that every obese person, such as myself, should be on the drug, but just as quickly, I changed my mind. Sadly, I think there are others thinking the same thing because the conversation began this week that the makers of Ozempic could be producing it for under $5 a dose. Sounds great, but…

For the previous eight years, I have managed my diabetes with diet, exercise, and Metformin, but no insulin. Portion control and the remaining 30 pounds I’d like to lose have been problematic. In the first couple of years after my diagnosis, I lost 40 pounds and have been able to keep that weight off until today, but can’t get below my current weight. We do not eat processed foods and only rarely opt for the convenience of eating at restaurants. We’ve never used Uber Eats or Grub Hub. We do make a serious effort to eat healthy which is made easier with only one of us working, that being Caroline. In addition to eating right, we walk five miles every day.

If the federal government were to get the idea that Ozempic is a magic cure-all, I think that without free time and extra income for the obese and diabetic to address their poor diet and sedentary lifestyles, the efficacy of the drug would be foiled. But we are in America. We do not invest in health; we’d rather pay big for disease. Me? I’d rather have the best, vibrant, and adventurous life I can drag into my aging existence.

Chamula in the Desert

Caroline Wise wearing wool pullover from Chamula, Mexico in Phoenix, Arizona

For the astute reader, looking closely at the photos I’ve posted so far this year, you might have noticed the poor quality of many of them; my apologies. Sometimes, I must take photos with my phone, and no, it is not a 2006 Potato Model. For the sake of preserving memories that remind us of our lives outside of routines, something must be posted on the blog. In my mind, it’s better than nothing, even if it does look like a potato capture.

By the way, the model in this shot is none other than Caroline Wise. She’s sporting a Balenciaga hand-embroidered faux-bear vest from the Chamula Collection. Perfect for winter wear on those sub-zero days in the desert. For the sake of transparency, the model wanted me to point out that she did not pay retail, which would have been the handsome price of $6400 in NYC, but instead snagged it at the Beverly Hills Goodwill on Rodeo Drive for the eye-meltingly low price of only $80.

Scent of Citrus

Citrus blossoms in Phoenix, Arizona

If you are not so fortunate to live in a place where citrus is able to grow in abundance, you can’t know the incredible phenomenon of these last couple of weeks of March when the scent of citrus blossoms wafts upon the warmer air currents here in the Phoenix area. Over the course of the 29 years that we’ve been living here in the middle of Arizona, this smell is one of the greatest aspects that greets us every year. Most everyone who lives in the desert knows that our seasons are scorching-hellish-summer and not-summer, but for about two weeks the air is heaven scent.

Dating Yourself

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Watching the solo selfie crowd preen and pose in public while snapping three to five images of themselves has become my spectator sport. Tilt the head down or up? Do you add a pout or cock the head a bit off-center so your eyes look up from under the eyebrow? Slight smile or a toothy grin? Cup in the hand in the shot, or maybe shift the perspective to focus on a better background? These people/models are not taking these self-portraits for others; they are part of the portfolio of presenting themselves as a manufactured image of themselves that is most appealing to them. In effect, they are dating themselves.

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Everything is Changing and Then it Dies

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Late last year, I found myself updating some old travel posts and verifying links I had included, only to find them leading nowhere. Many of the businesses that made an impact on us a dozen years ago have ceased operations as they must have been unsustainable. People die, tastes change, and the world evolves. I get all that, and I’ve typically embraced change, but something else is at work here in the United States, as many mom-and-pop operations haven’t weathered the times.

While particular destinations grow more and more popular to the point that Caroline and I no longer feel the same attraction, the traditional mom-and-pop businesses that serviced travelers are falling by the wayside.

After enough posts have been checked, when I’m looking for the same thing in Europe, I find that there’s a judicious number left. I’m verifying again and again that the majority of businesses we’ve visited in the past ten years are still open.

Disappointed that so many services that we’ve enjoyed here in the States are gone. I suppose it’s indicative of our form of capitalism that everything must churn and, ultimately, die.

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Weaving a Transparency

Caroline Wise at Weaving a Transparency workshop in Mesa, Arizona

If it’s Sunday, this must be Mesa, Arizona. For three days now, Caroline and I have been in the distant lands of this Mormon outpost of the East Valley, where she’s attending a fiber arts workshop to learn the craft of weaving a transparency. If you are wondering how one weaves a transparency, you obviously are unfamiliar with the seminal work of Hans Christian Andersen and his epic tome titled The Emperor’s New Clothes. As for the driver, I mean me, each day I took up a perch in different coffee shops that were all new to me: Hava Java, Pair Cupworks, and the last place called Renegade, where I was trapped for a couple of hours on a temporary island due to a water main break. As for Caroline’s project, I can’t tell you about it because I can’t see it.