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Good grief, we’re burning up massive amounts of electricity to create three-eyed Snoopys

Someone posted this A.I.-generated image on Facebook recently:

Great job, ChatGPT! I’d recognize the famous “Penoots” character “Snoppy” anywhere.

Take a good look at this abomination. Snoopy’s smile is sideways, and he appears to have either two noses, or a sideways eyeball. It’s hard to tell. A six-year-old child could draw a better picture of Snoopy, and also could tell you why this image is messed up.

But “artificial intelligence” (sic) can’t, because “artificial intelligence” (sic) isn’t actually “intelligent” in any human way. It doesn’t have the reasoning power of a six-year-old child.

Charles Schulz had a very simple but sophisticated drawing style that reduced mouths to lines and eyes to ovals. Nevertheless, a six-year-old can intuit that a vertical oval represents Snoopy’s eye and a horizontal oval represents Snoopy’s nose, because human brains are great at spotting faces.

Computers have to have that explained to them.

I’ve written about this before, but I think it bears repeating, especially as Pittsburgh’s elected officials are all eagerly touting “A.I.” (sic) as the Next Big Thing That is Going to Save Western Pennsylvania from its ongoing population decline.

(Previous things that were going to save us from population decline, during my lifetime, have included tourism, new professional sport stadiums, foodie culture, a bigger airport, more hotels, the Mon-Fayette Expressway, a bigger convention center, legalized gambling, and I’m sure I’m missing some things. During that time, Pittsburgh has slipped from the top 10 metropolitan areas in the United States to barely hanging on in the top 30.)

“The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh” also didn’t save Pittsburgh.

Behind the original concept of “artificial intelligence” was the idea that science could create computers that solved problems like a human solves problems. Beginning in the 1950s, computer scientists, psychologists, neurologists and others — many of them in Pittsburgh at Carnegie Tech, now Carnegie Mellon University — worked to develop models of the human brain, understand human reasoning, and create computer programs that could emulate the thinking process.

Their goal was a “thinking machine.” At times, they got close, but understanding human thought has proved very elusive, and we still don’t know exactly how the human brain acquires information, stores memories and synthesizes it all into new ideas.

At the same time, computer memory has gotten incredibly cheap. You can buy a multi-terabyte hard drive for under $100. You can buy a 128 gigabyte flash memory card at Walmart or Target for $20.

Computer processors have gotten cheaper and cheaper, too. A computer chip that cost the equivalent of $800 in 1970 now costs $1.58 today, but don’t bother buying it; it’s been obsolete for decades.

Meanwhile, an Intel processor with 12 cores, which is almost unimaginably more powerful than the primitive 1970 technology, costs under $200.

So beginning just after the turn of the 21st century, research into computer problem-solving machines moved from “trying to create a thinking machine” to “throwing lots of cheap memory and cheap computer chips at the problems” and solving them through brute force.

And it worked! With enough cheap computer power thrown at difficult problems, you could come up with solutions. It was an enormous achievement.

Most computer scientists, rightly, didn’t call this “artificial intelligence,” because they knew better. It wasn’t “intelligent.” They called them “large language models” or “statistical machine learning.”

But “statistical machine learning” sounds dull. Investors and marketing people have labeled it “artificial intelligence” because that’s way sexier.

And when they started pushing it as “artificial intelligence” that could replace human workers and make bigger profits for companies that use A.I., money from Wall Street followed.

Some day, I expect, probably sooner than we think, scientists will invent machines that can reason and think like a human, and those machines will be able to create art and music from scratch.

But they’re not there yet; right now, every “A.I.” still relies on sucking up vast amounts of data — whether it’s words or pictures or sounds — turning it into numbers, slicing and dicing and processing them, and then crunching them back out.

It’s still brute-force, and assigning an “A.I.” program or a chat-bot a personality, or assuming it has motives or feelings, strikes me as foolish and incredibly dangerous.

“A.I.” can’t create anything. It can only look at everything that came before it, and using probability and statistics, create a simulation from those inputs that looks like the previous things. It’s a copy of a copy. It’s not creativity.

I find A.I. is incredibly useful … for some things. I use A.I. software to generate transcripts of long audio files. I’ve also used A.I. to make summaries of long documents. In both cases, the results aren’t perfect, but they’re pretty darned good, and they are time-savers. The brute-force approach works really well at taking a big giant amount of data and smooshing it down into a smaller amount of data, just as a paper filter works really well at extracting delicious coffee from ground-up beans.

But I would never just pour random shit into the coffee pot and drink whatever comes out, and I would never use A.I. to generate something out of thin air.

Nor would it trust it to answer questions for me. When you ask an A.I. a question, the A.I. can’t know if the answers are actually correct, or even logical. It’s taking guesses, based on crunching massive amounts of data and simulating what it’s seen before; sometimes it’s guessing right, sometimes it’s guessing wrong. If garbage went in, garbage will come out.

As a for-instance, a colleague recently asked a chat-bot to examine his website for broken links. It spit out a page full of broken links and he asked if I’d help fix them. When I logged into the website, I found that the pages the chat-bot had decided were “broken” didn’t actually exist.

In fact, the URLs — the web addresses at the top of browser windows that show where web pages can be found — included directories and subdirectories that weren’t even on that website. No human being would have typed those addresses into Safari or Chrome, because a human would have instantly realized the URLs didn’t make sense. I couldn’t figure out why the chat-bot found broken pages that weren’t even there.

I just happened to be having lunch with a computer scientist friend that day, so I explained the problem. “Oh, that,” he said. “The A.I. made them up. You gave it a task — find broken links on the website — so it did its best to find some broken links on the website to answer your question.

“Basically, it hallucinated them,” he said.

Let’s set aside for a minute, if we can, that “A.I.” (sic) programs require theft and plagiarism. For example, to generate our “Snoppy” picture at the top of the page, the “A.I.” (sic) had to scrape thousands of images of “Peanuts” cartoons, turn them into numbers, chop them into bites of data, and determine what kinds of shapes and colors are typical of “Snoopy.” That’s copyright infringement. A lot of people get stuck at this very point — “A.I.” (sic) companies are profiting by stealing work done by humans. Eventually, if you take humans out of the creative process, there will be nothing for “A.I.” (sic) to steal except for products squeezed out by other “A.I.” (sic).

And let’s set aside for a minute that “A.I.” (sic) requires enormous, massive amounts of electrical power and massive amounts of water to cool down the computers. Remember, when you ask “A.I.” (sic) to generate a picture or write a memo for you, it’s solving that problem by firing up huge networks of computer chips and storage systems.

Since 2021, according to some estimates, electricity prices for residential customers have gone up 10 to 20 percent and prices for commercial customers are up about 30 percent. The rapid construction of power-hungry data-processing centers is being cited as a major cause of the increase in costs. And water levels are rapidly going down as water is diverted to cool those computer centers. It’s resource intense and contributes to climate change; this is another objection that many people have to “A.I.” (sic).

So “Artificial Intelligence” (sic) relies on stealing other people’s work, using massive amounts of electricity (creating more pollution) and using massive amounts of water … but is it at least producing something that’s useful? Is there at least a trade-off?

It’s not clear to me that there is. Right now, the amount of damage that “A.I.” (sic) is doing far outweighs any meager benefits.

To go back to the example of our picture at the top of the page:

First: Snoopy is probably the most popular cartoon character in the entire world after Mickey Mouse. Since 1950, Snoopy has been depicted in movies, TV shows, books and (of course) newspapers, and plastered on everything from blimps to T-shirts to lunchboxes. There is no need for a computer to be able to generate fake images of Snoopy. We don’t need it.

And second, despite all of the expense involving in running an A.I. data center, and all of the pollution it creates, A.I. can’t even generate a good image of Snoopy.

Does that sound like a good deal to you? It sounds lousy to me.

If you went to McDonald’s and every third hamburger they made was actually a giant, basketball-sized meatball instead, and it cost you $500, you’d be pretty pissed off.

“A.I.” (sic) is not a toy. It’s an insanely expensive giant meatball generator. It’s a powerful tool, but so is a power saw, and if you misuse either one of them, you can hurt yourself.

It’s also not “intelligent.” It’s dumb. That may change some day — I’d be willing to say it will change some day — but it hasn’t yet.

Anyone who tells you that “artificial intelligence is here, now, and we don’t need humans to create movies or images or write books any more, or even doctors or nurses to diagnose diseases, because computers can do that work!” is dumb enough to buy a picture of a three-eyed Snoopy and call it art.

And don’t let them pick up food at McDonald’s for you or use your power saw without strict supervision.

Briefly noted

First: Tomorrow’s show is going to be pre-recorded, so if you have a request for your favorite song from the ’50s. ’60s or early ’70s, queue up early, as Phil Musick used to say, and post it in the comments.

You also can call 412-385-7450 and leave a voice mail with your name and your request.

Second: I’ve been having some weird-ass dreams lately.

I woke up this morning with a start and realized that when Bill the Cat was running for president of the United States in “Bloom County,” Opus could not have run for vice president; because, canonically, he was born in the Falkland Islands and therefore was not eligible to serve.

I gotta lay off the politics for a while, I guess.

From the “Remixing Nancy Bushmiller” Facebook group

Third: My boss asked me yesterday to explain the “brat” thing to her, and specifically why Kamala Harris “is brat.”

I was like, “you’re asking the Gen X white dude to explain current slang? Ask me about 1980s sitcoms or something.”

I know it has to do with a new album by the British pop star Charli xcx. Brat supposedly means being a little bit messy but self-confident — “accepting your imperfections but embracing the chaos.” I’m just not sure how VP Harris embraces chaos; if anything, she seems super with-it.

Unlike me; I was never with it.

Good advice

Photographer, filmmaker, writer, journalist and bon-vivant, Duane Michals, 91 years young, was in his hometown of McKeesport last Friday, where he read to a standing-room-only crowd his latest poem.

Michals said he was submitting it to “the Times” — presumably the one in New York, not in Beaver County — but since he emailed it out today, I’m guessing they didn’t publish it.

So, since no one has told me not to, I’ll republish it here:

© Duane Michals Inc.

MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS

A young woman must decide
whether or not to bring her fetus to term.
That’s her business, that’s not my business.

Two gay men who love each other
kiss in the privacy of their room.
That’s their business, that’s not your business.

If someone believes in
burning bushes that talk and virgin births,
that’s their business.
Why should they find my business their business?

MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS

—© Duane Michals

Out in the street a crowd is gatherin’

Empty items from a cluttered mind:

Today’s show is live and local, in the air everywhere over CMU’s very independent free-form WRCT-FM (88.3) and online at McKeesport’s www.tubecityonline.com/radio. I’ll be taking your requests from 12 to 3 p.m. at 412-385-7450.


Speaking of McKeesport, from where I do the show most weekends, someone asked me Friday morning “Why are you so committed to the Mon Valley?”

I said, “You’re right, I probably should be committed.”

On the other hand, I worked from the studio on Friday, and this was the view from my window, which wasn’t too shabby:


The creator of the fivethirtyeight.com website, political prognosticator Nate Silver, has been laid off by ABC News.

According to our models, there’s a 50-50 chance he didn’t see that coming.

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And you follow ’til your sense of which direction completely disappears

It’s no secret that I love newspaper and online comic strips — especially the traditional ones. Now, I don’t know if you follow the “Heathcliff” cartoon — you probably don’t — but, friends and neighbors, believe me when I tell you: It’s gone completely bonkers.

“Heathcliff,” a single-panel daily cartoon about an orange-striped cat, is perpetually upstaged by that other daily cartoon about an orange-striped cat, “Garfield.” But “Heathcliff,” which debuted 50 years ago this September, actually pre-dates the better-known strip by five years. “Heathcliff” hasn’t been featured in a movie (yet) but the comic strip has inspired at least two animated TV cartoon shows — one in 1980, one in 1984.

And there are some distinctive differences between the two orange tabby cartoon cats. Garfield is extremely lazy, gluttonous and sarcastic, offering snide comments about the world and people around him. Heathcliff is sneaky, but industrious, and he never talks, even in the form of word balloons — he pantomimes or simply “meows.”

And whereas Garfield more or less behaves as a furry human, Heathcliff’s behavior has always been more in line with that of a real tomcat — albeit one with human levels of intelligence.

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Like it so much, I’ll doodle some more

(Optional soundtrack for this post.)

I suppose the fact that my real name isn’t “Jay Thurber” isn’t a surprise to a lot of folks. I picked the DJ name more than 20 years ago as a tribute to my favorite writer and cartoonist, and it just kind of “stuck.” But I use my real name everywhere else (including the talk show I produce for WEDO and WZUM), and on the cartoons I draw each month for CQ Amateur Radio Magazine.

I’ve been drawing ever since I could hold a crayon, and took some summer art classes in high school, but I’m more or less untrained, and it sometimes shows. I didn’t learn how to use a lightbox until very recently, and I stuck to an old-fashioned metal pin and inkwell for much too long. I still haven’t learned to use a digital tablet and stylus.

I did editorial cartoons for the college paper, as well as a weekly comic strip, but after graduation, I more or less went back into the art closet, so to speak, for about 10 years, rarely drawing anything. (For a short time in the 2000s, I was freelancing editorial cartoons for a small chain of weekly papers in New England, but the editor who was buying them had … shall we say … a difference of opinion with the owners, so that ended that.)

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This is the first day of the rest of my blog

The late New Yorker magazine columnist A.J. Liebling famously wrote, “Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one.”

So, since I own this space, I’ve decided to start using it.

Facebook proved itself to be more trouble than its worth a while ago. (I wrote about my decision to exit Facebook, except for professional and work-related use, back in March.) While I still maintained a presence there, I was spending more and more of my time on Twitter, at least for fun.

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If you really want to see me, check the papers and the TV

Like a lot of people, I’ve been considering getting off of Facebook for a while.

I’ve already cut down the amount of time I spend there, but that’s a little bit like cutting your cigarette consumption from two packs a day to one pack — you’re still making yourself sick, just more slowly.

And I’ve concluded Facebook is making me sick.

I’ve joked with my shrink that Facebook has been a great benefit to the psychologists of America, because it’s generated so much business.

After all, how many people have had fights, ended relationships, got into arguments, cheated on their spouses, alienated themselves from friends and family, or lost their jobs because of Facebook?

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It’s been comcraptic!

I like to be honest with listeners.

So we’ve been having some problems the past few weeks getting the show on the air at 12 noon. You’ve been annoyed and if I had any hair on my head, I would be pulling it out.

Today (July 31), after two hours of emergency troubleshooting by me and Mike Xu, the chief engineer at WRCT 88.3FM, here’s what we think is going on: Comcast Business is boning us. Again.

And we now think this problem has been going on for a while — we thought it was something either I or WRCT was doing wrong, but it isn’t.

This is the beauty of trying to have a studio in a low-income area like McKeesport — you barely get second-rate Internet and phone service. It’s more like third-rate.

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You can’t root for what you can’t watch

If you haven’t heard already, the ratings for the Sunday broadcast of the Academy Awards were the lowest in history.

According to Nielsen, 9.85 million people watched the broadcast. By comparison, 23.9 million people watched the year before.

One big problem, of course, is that many movie theaters were closed most of last year. But ratings for the award ceremonies have been declining for a long time.

Ken Levine, an award-winning writer and director, baseball play-by-play announcer and podcaster — leave some talent for the rest of us, geez — has some thoughts about “Why no one gives a shit about the Oscars”:

One of the reasons that the Academy Awards are such an afterthought is that movies play a much smaller role in our lives.

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