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Attack of the Killer Robots


Today, on 9/11 the New York Times was harping on the imminent threat of the coming robot revolution. On this National Day of Mourning already devoted to paranoia why not add some fresh fears to the pile? Apparently, the threat is so near that we should all just stop whatever we are doing, run in circles and yell Panic, Panic! Or I could just sell all my tech stocks. Apparently, a bunch of AIs that belong to one company decided all on their own to attack an AI belonging to another company. In Silicon Valley, where could they have learned such behavior? Maybe from some disgruntle tech bro. Anyway, don’t mind me, if I elect to walk, not run to the nearest exit.
In contravention to all these dire warnings, I bought a new computer. Another one. This will be my third new computer this year. I bought a refurbished laptop earlier this year, but it died at the beginning of the summer. Just after its puny unenhanced warranty had expired. I then bought a second replacement refurbished laptop, but this time with an extended warranty. This week, I bought a new not refurbished desktop, with an extended warranty. The need for all of this technology investment was necessitated by a long lack of any technology investment. Starting last fall with a new iPhone, I have now renewed all of my computers. I am now up to date.
Tahquamenon Falls
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From Up North to North of North


In Michigan there is a certain one-upmanship involved with being up north. People in the northern lower peninsula (LP) look down upon the people of lower LP and people in the upper peninsula (UP) look down upon all the people of the LP. They like to call the LP Troll Land, because like in the fairy tale, they live under a bridge. In this case the Mackinac Bridge. This false sense of superiority is belied by the largest of the Great Lakes—Superior, which in the original French refers not to any moral superiority, but the position of that lake on a map relative of all of the other Great Lakes.
All of this discussion is preamble to an introduction of the new Netflix Canadian comedy series, North of North. This new series debuted last year on CBC, Aboriginal Peoples Television Network (APTN) and Netflix and has been renewed for a second season. Anna Lambe plays Siaja, a young Inuk woman in the small fictional Canadian Arctic community of Ice Cove, on Prince of Wales Island in Nunavut. North of North, while fictional, is heavily inspired by small Inuit communities in the Arctic. I have watched its first two episodes and enjoyed both. This sweet show does not forge new comedy frontiers; its familiar tropes are cast in a new light.
Last Cabin Sunset of the Summer
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Detroit City ➔ Detour City ➔ the Lou
We left the Detroit area relatively early. Good thing, because when we hit Ohio things got crazy. In addition to being constantly asked to narc on the cops, we kept being sent on spurious detours. I don’t know why both of our phones were giving out bogus navigation instructions. If it was just Anne’s phone, I would attribute these problems to her soon to be replaced iPhone. But my phone was also susceptible. The first detour was the one captured in the above corn field GIF. Because Google detected a construction backup, we were sent hither and yon through the cornfields to avoid this delay. As we barreled past cornfields down a one lane road, we occasionally caught glimpses of traffic still on the highway, still moving quite nicely, thank you very much. We were eventually routed back to the highway, only to encounter a real construction delay. Frustrated by the bedevilment of this malicious AI 🤖, we detoured ourselves this time and manually navigated around the worst of the delay.
Later in Indianapolis, this evil AI attempted to rout us off of the highway and onto downtown city streets, at lunch hour. We ignored the AI’s persistent and erroneous recommendations and made it through town just fine by following the same route we have driven many times before. There was a lot of construction going on, so it was with some trepidation that we charted our own course. This same situation happened again on our way into Saint Louis. For some reason the AI wanted us to take city streets through downtown during rush hour. I could plainly see that there were no traffic delays and we pressed on home. What a horror story!


