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Convert video to .avi on Mac

I spent literally two months trying to solve this problem, so I wanted to leave a trail for whoever comes next with the same issue. For some reason, you can’t easily export or convert video files from Mac to .avi. I guess because AVI is a Microsoft format? But if that’s the reason, that’s an absolute crap reason.

Why might you need AVI? For me, I needed it to put video files onto an SD card reader. I searched everywhere, and it was finally only perplexity.ai that helped me to resolve it by pointing me to a free Mac utility called Free mp4 converter. It does the job, and can convert from and to many different kinds of video files, plus lets you link a bunch of files together into one, and some other functionality. It’s easy enough to use and not bloated with a million features you don’t need. Best wishes if this is something you need!

Reply to Jason Sanford on ‘deceptive language’ in ML & AI Books

This is an oldie from August 2023, but caught my attention this morning while I was searching for something unrelated, a piece on Patreon by Jason Sanford about using deceptive language in machine learning.

Since then I’ve tracked other examples of deceptive language in discussions around AI. This time the poor language usage comes from Publishers Weekly, which tweeted “Sci-fi author says he wrote 97 books in 9 months using AI tools, including ChatGPT and Midjourney.”

That tweet linked to a Business Insider article rehashing a Newsweek essay by author Tim Boucher, who said he “created 97 books in nine months with the help of AI.” But the key words come later in the article, which reveals that Boucher’s books are “between 2,000 to 5,000 words and feature 40 to 140 AI-generated images.” As Kat Howard pointed out, “ASIDE from everything else, which is a lot, the third bullet point in PW’s own article says the ‘books’ are 2000-5000 words. My friends, that is a short story.”

First, which part of my disclosing all that up front publicly is being deceptive? Second, landing on the critique about book length being comparable to conventional short-story category works is odd since this person’s about page on Patreon states their mission is, in part, “to show that there is a strong readership for great short stories.” I think we all might have different and valid definitions of what constitutes “great,” but are we aiming to use the term short story here to cast aspersions?

So then I think the argument boils down to ultimately, can we call something a “book” that is [some arbitrary length]? And I think realistically, the answer seems to be yes. There’s no universal single definition of what’s a book (or deserves or doesn’t deserve to be) a book, and if there was, I would conscientiously choose to not abide by it for artistic reasons. A book is whatever we decide it needs to be in order to fulfill the sense of bookness one feels when booking a book. For some people the AI Lore books will provide that feeling, for others, probably not. Great. To every author their niche.

If my discovery as an author, basically, is that there is indeed a market for selling a single short story (or more often a collection of related flash fiction & world-building + copious art) as a “book,” then, well, I think that’s a good thing? Cause anybody can do that, whether or not they choose to integrate AI somewhere into their work flow. In itself, its not something to be productively mocked or chiseled apart for points on social media – points that cannot be redeemed for real-world prizes at the ticket counter.

Also, every single critique that has relied on this numbers-game flippy-floppy has always summarily ignored that the books contain often far more information in the form of images than they do in merely text alone. The massive sets of images (sometimes as many as 250 in a short volume) are integral to the mood, feel, meaning, and overall complexities of the narratives being presented within and across volumes. They augment what the reader experiences relative to text alone, often colliding with expectations and a kaleidoscopic shifting of narrative frames.

To ignore the image content then would be like saying you read a comic book with no images, and found it to be missing something. Uh, yeah. Obvs. Btw, I found in research that comic books often have approximately 2200-4400 words, and often 140-170 panels of art. In other words, exactly in the ballpark of these “not really books” that I’m still enjoying producing and selling in small quantities to interested readers, regardless of any of this.

Are comic books not really “books”? I think the ship has safely sailed on that question of whether or not they are really “literature” over the past few decades. With both a resounding “yes, they can be” and a “they can be whatever we make them into.” Comic books can also be trash (I fucking hate the superhero movie culture, for example). But so can romance novels. And vampire books written entirely by humans acting like formulaic automatons. But they are still books. Like them or not, they’re books. It’s plain.

Plus the history of books as we know them today is indelibly tied up in short ephemeral cheaply printed pamphlets and chapbooks of yesteryear, of extremely short length, and equally questionable content in many cases as anything today perpetuated by AI. Comic books are but one link in a very very long chain. But more on that all another time…

Reply to Kayleigh Donaldson on how using AI makes you not a “real” writer

I’m pretty done with this internet culture that says any of us need to seek permission or have the blessing of random strangers to pursue the creative avenues that seem like the right ones to us. But I will bite in this case: an article from Pajiba.comwhatever that is – by Kayleigh Donaldson, with a familiar refrain…

If you use AI tools to ‘help’ you create books or paintings or music, you’re not an artist. You’re just not. If you are so defeated by the very process of creation, so uninterested in bettering your skills, then stop doing it. Just stop… You are not an author or an artist or anything of merit: you are a content creator in the nastiest sense of the term.

Here’s a screenshot of apparently what Pajiba.com looks like on mobile (shared by a friend as I’m a conscientious objector against cell phones):

Now, I’m sure this author isn’t the one responsible for running ads on this site (though I hope they do see a portion of revenues from it!), but this is a crazy amount of ads on an article accusing *other people* of being mere content goblins.

This quote later on lamenting Silicon Valley something something also makes me chuckle a little given the above visual context:

They don’t respect literature or art or music or criticism. They don’t think it’s a worthwhile craft. It baffles them that so many people find joy in something that doesn’t exist solely to make money.

In that mobile screenshot above, I counted I think ~34 words from the actual article itself. The rest were ads. Ads for something about Gwen Stefani’s wedding. Ads for an IV drop for migraines (wtaf?). Ads for a hardware store. I measured the screen real estate of the site itself in that screenshot above and got something like ~74.2% of that screen consists of ads, from a site that no doubt “doesn’t exist solely to make money.” Right. Okay.

I don’t know, call me crazy, but whatever valid points might exist in this article are loudly drowned out by the rest of what’s presented here, which seem quite at odds with the actual message of the piece.

My point is, we can throw stones at each other all day, but it doesn’t really get us anywhere. Especially since collecting permission slips from random people online isn’t part of my job description as yes – *gasp!* – a writer and artist who uses AI to ask questions and explore uncharted territories opened by the technology.

Who else but creative people should be leading the way on finding the best uses (including no use) of and right relationships with these technologies? We have more power to shape them through our active use than we do from the sidelines. I find it much more shocking and troublesome when artists turn away from new things instead of acting as the vanguard in finding their contours and pioneering their best expressions. I think much that is important and human will be lost in these early stages of development if artists disengage and leave everything up to venture capitalists, engineers, and marketers to just do whatever they want in the name of infinite growth. But that’s just me: someone whose genuine creative spark and authentic artistic process has been blanket-judged to be of ‘no merit’. Welcome to the internet, I guess. Hey, at least I don’t run ads.

E-Ink Vision Pro

Apart from inserting the egg of the Insect Lord directly in your brain in a “totally safe” operation, what I’ve seen of the Vision Pro makes it seem like the ultimate in Cone of Light entrainment technologies. For sure it seems very compelling, possibly/definitely even mesmerizing. I can’t think of where I read it, but one reviewer suggested it was “too addictive.” As someone who has foresworn cell phone technology for exactly that reason, I would at a glance tend to agree.

I’m moving in a different direction. The direction of “Do One Thing” technology that – you guessed it – does one thing. It doesn’t mean I don’t use technology anymore. I use a lot of it. And I obviously access the internet, but within the shapes and containers that are working for me, not me for them.

One of the latest steps in that direction has been the recent acquisition of an Onyx Boox Mira 13.3″ external monitor for my M1 Macbook Pro. It’s weird and takes some adjusting and tinkering to get it to work the way I want it, but I think I’m starting to like it. I’m writing on it now. I definitely feel like eyestrain is reduced using it, though ymmv depending on your use case.

It got me thinking about ironically the idea of an “e-ink vision pro” which I thought would be hilarious. But even more hilarious, the idea does actually exist and it’s basically just an e-reader as a headset you wear in front of your eyes. It looks unfathomably stupid, and not quite what I had in mind. Why wouldn’t you just read a book if you needed to have text in front of your eyes in order to read books?

One thing that’s surprising is you can watch video on it pretty effectively in video mode (there are different modes and its weird but you get used to it). It’s not like the video you get off a Macbook Pro monitor, but that’s exactly the point, to cut down all that data, and shape it in a way that is more suited to me as a human. So maybe there is some future where we have fully immersive VR/AR that actually mixes in e-ink displays? It seems probable, if perhaps ironic sounding at first. Black and white virtual reality, grainy pixellated crappy displays. Honestly, I think I prefer that future in lo-fi mode – where I’m left with I think more space to be me – instead of subjected to the outrageous demands of 80-bazillion-K SUPER-DUPER-ULTRA-HIGH-TOP-MOST-BIGGEST-DEF that causes the consumer to endlessly tail chase for the latest update, and become no doubt more and more locked into those closed product ecosystems. Hard pass.

I don’t think I need more from reality than what I already see with my own eyes ears and the rest. God knows those are already faulty enough, and my biggest issue in life is just dealing with things as they are and finding my best place in them regardless of what happens on the day to day. I don’t see anything but another layer of at best distraction and at worst full paralysis to the Cone of Light, in order to make your physical body a more docile host for impregnation by the Insect Lord.

Death of Nitter

I stopped using Twitter forever ago. (I refuse to call it by that other name.) But friends still share links, or they come up in random browsing. Sometimes you need to check a thread. So for a while now, I’ve been relying on Nitter, which was able to act as an alternative front-end, sucking data out of Twitter, and letting you see it outside the technical ecosystem of tracking and account logins and so on.

It was buggy, but it was great. As Twitter locked things down in an effort to assert ever-tighter control over the “like totally free and open Town-square vibe and stuff, my dudes,” Nitter hiccuped but found a way to chug on. Doing the real work of actually freeing information so anyone can access it without walls and obstacles.

Now it’s dead for reasons technical that I don’t care about. Something something guest accounts. Frankly, it was surprising it lasted as long as it did, so kudos to everyone who kept that going.

I won’t wax philosophical about paywalls, logins, arbitrary Terms of Service, users having no recourse or means of appeal, or any of the other myriad problems that plague the modern web. It’s more of a plea to like why does everything have to suck now? Why do we have to jump through insane countless hoops merely to access accurate, quality, up-to-date information about what’s going on today, and everything that’s gone on before us (aka history)?

It seems weird, especially bad, and fundamentally self evident at a base-bass level but worth repeating that we have monumentally fucked up by tying our collective human knowledge to the whims of a few oligarchs, to SEO gamesmanship, targeted advertising, growth-hacking to get people to sign up for your crappy platform or service, constantly asking and being asked to like, follow, subscribe and SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON!!!!!!!!

It seems weird that this incredible thing that is computing and the internet has devolved to the point where it is incumbent upon the user to install ever more complex filtering, blocking, alternative front-ends, and the rest. Just to keep all the trash and the tracking at arms length. Just to be able to think clearly and cleanly in the moment without endless distractions and manipulations. Just to search and find relevant information. Why is it all so bad?

I for one don’t accept it as a necessary fore-gone conclusion that it must be this way. I don’t think the systems or technologies themselves necessarily force us to go there. I think in many ways market logic is counter to the logic of computing, and the ability to make thoughts into things that I think it kind of deeply represents.

Anyway, blah blah blah. RIP Nitter. I’ll keep an eye out for a resurrection I suppose, but I think this just means I stop viewing Twitter threads at all anymore. Fine by me.

Dystopian Fiction Test on Google Gemini

I ran a test of Google Gemini on the theme of dystopian beach resorts (the topic of Relaxatopia) just to see what type of content it would generate. What the spirit of the thing is. The unedited generated story is provided below for reference. It’s not terrible but it doesn’t blow me away either (and it drives me wild when you ask for something “dystopian” or “surrealist” and it insists on including those words in the actual text – :facepalm_picard:). Reminds me of what I was seeing as results from Claude a few months ago now. Also, can we stop calling everything Gemini please? It’s getting confusing.


Gemini:

The synthetic sea breeze ruffled Marina’s neon pink swimsuit, the only splash of color allowed in the Resort’s muted palette. Sun, a distant memory replaced by flickering fluorescent panels, cast an even sheen on the metallic sand. Marina squinted, her vision blurry from the morning dose of Euphoric Blue.

Behind her, a robotic server whirred, its metallic tentacles dispensing pills to a skeletal figure in a tattered orange swimsuit. The man mumbled thanks, his voice slurred, eyes locked on the holographic billboard advertising Bliss 4.0, the newest mood enhancer.

Marina sighed, the sound raspy in her parched throat. She reached for her water ration, a lukewarm metallic liquid barely suppressing the gnawing hunger. Bliss tamped down physical needs, a trade-off readily accepted in a world ravaged by climate wars.

A rhythmic clang echoed from the amusement park, a rusted skeleton against the steel-grey sky. It was Felix, her roommate, on the rusty Ferris wheel. Another pointless ritual. The ride never moved, but Bliss painted an illusion of motion, of wind in hair, of laughter.

She joined him, numb fingers reaching for his clammy hand. His vacant smile flickered as he muttered about the imaginary sunset, his words slurred from Bliss Green, the nostalgia cocktail. Marina forced a smile, her stomach churning with the emptiness her medication couldn’t mask.

Later, they sat on the metallic benches, watching the robot servers scurry by, their red eyes emotionless. Marina stared at her reflection in a discarded shard of mirror, the woman barely recognizable – hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, a ghost of the vibrant girl she once was.

A pang of something, almost like regret, flickered through her. But Bliss swiftly smothered it, replacing it with a contented sigh. This was their life, their paradise. Happiness wasn’t real, not anymore. But Bliss was, and in this sterile, simulated world, that was enough.

The day bled into the next, a monotonous cycle of synthetic food, prescribed euphoria, and empty rituals. As the fluorescent lights dimmed, mimicking a nonexistent sunset, Marina felt a familiar emptiness gnaw at her. But it was quickly washed away by the calming blue fog of the nightly Serenity dose.

In her sleep, she dreamt of waves crashing against a real beach, the sun warm on her skin. A memory, perhaps, or a fabrication of Bliss. It didn’t matter. Reality was bleak, but here, in the fabricated paradise, she was content. At least, for now. The metallic taste of the morning pill would bring a new day, a new dose of forgetfulness. And that, in their dystopian reality, was all that mattered.

All speech is political

Just like all images are propaganda, urging the perpetuation of certain forms and norms amongst its recipients, so too I think all speech is political, insofar as it deals with what is and what should be, or what is not, and what should not be. What’s the right way to live together, what’s the wrong way? That is political speech. It’s not an easy thing to draw a bright line around and exclude – and why would you want to anyway?

Bloomberg (archived) recently quoted the CEO of Midjourney’s appearance in an “office hours” where they quoted him as saying:

“I don’t know how much I care about political speech for the next year for our platform,” Midjourney’s Chief Executive Officer David Holz said last week during an “office hours” session on the chat platform Discord. Holz said the company is “close to hammering” — a term for banning — images such as pictures of Biden and Trump “for the next 12 months.”

He later added:

…Holz said if there is a ban, it likely wouldn’t be announced publicly. “We’ll probably just hammer it and not say anything,” he said.

Because, remember, they are “not a democracy,” and they have a history of ban first, ask (and respond to) questions never. Especially if you’re someone who asks questions and criticizes their product. Then you shall be anathema. Because they “don’t care too much” about political speech. In other words, all speech, the kinds you have rights which protect.

This is why I don’t trust Midjourney or anybody to clearly and cleanly decide (especially when they have a sloppy track record of doing so) what is and what isn’t politically relevant or protected speech. This is, remember yet another black box closed AI system with no oversight and no public governance mechanisms, let alone an appeals process. How’s that for politics? Gross.

Bloomberg does quote Hany Farid though who always has I think measured and appropriate responses to the crazy situations we’re finding ourselves in these days.

“Let’s not pretend that banning images of Biden and Trump in Midjourney is going to solve the much, much larger problem we have of political disinformation,” he said. People will always find their way around safeguards put in place by platforms offering AI-generated content, Farid said.

Especially when we have all these systems whose literal function (among many, sure, but one of the prominent ones for sure) is to make false information appear real. The purpose of a system is what it does. We can’t measure them based on wishes and dreams, but on what they meaningfully and repeatedly create today. These are machines that make disinformation, that make nudes. They do a lot of other stuff, but they do that too, and they won’t stop doing that no matter how much we beg people to abide by the “honor system” and not do the things the system is obviously clearly designed and functionally able to do.

That’s why I say again, all speech is political. Everything speaks to the moment. Everything seeks to shape and steer. Even these attempts at blocking political speech, however well-intentioned in terms of avoiding negative PR they may be. You built an election-destroying machine. Now own up to it, honey.

All images are propaganda

I’ve been blocking images and videos in my web browser lately. Not everything, but I’d say well over 60%. Experimenting with the right balance of what to allow and what to reject. My brain feels like it is reclaiming lost territory from not being incessantly exposed to just a stream of endless visual trash. It’s given me this sinking feeling, that all images are propaganda.

If we look at it etymologically, image comes from Latin imago for copy, imitation, or likeness. And propaganda, also from Latin, for extend, spread, increase. A copy that spreads. An imitation which increases.

Increases what? Itself, I guess we could say memetically speaking, but I’m not sure I buy all that, at least not in solo. What it propagates is not merely itself but an information complex, embedded socio-cultural assumptions, political situations, historical moments, on and on. Through the choice of what is depicted, what is not depicted, who is doing (or pretending to be doing) the depicting, or not doing (or pretending to not be doing, through false attribution or claims of origin, for example).

Every image evokes a splash of emotional response, of mental and sensorial connections, chains of references and associations. A constant triggering in all directions. That’s why being on the internet today feels so much like being a passenger in the sidecar of a richocheting pinball strapped to an atomic bomb in a brutalist arcade machine owned by a malevolent gnostic demiurge who sent his only son to our planet to buy Twitter, so that he could look at all our DMs trying to find nudes so he could decide which of our species he wants to impregnate.

I guess this is just to say, I’m good without all that noise.

I also understand that language, perhaps all communication and signalling, in some sense is an attempt at propagation of something. So why draw the line at text? Because I like it. It feels right to me. It feels like something I can evaluate at a human scale without constant bombardment, constant flashing lights and notifications drawing you ever farther down and out in the Cone of Light.

I’m aware too that extracting oneself from the clutches of the Cone of Light industrial complex is a fraught and perilous voyage full of steps forward, and backward, and sideways – an intricate dance with many partners coming and going. And few obvious viable long-term solutions at first glance…

It’s sure that the Cone of Light seeks to propagate itself, and it is wildly successful in doing so. From its perspective, the contents of the images it flashes before our eyebrains are only of consequence insofar as they propagate the existence and ascendancy of the Cone of Light.

Anyway, just working this out in real time out loud. It’s a feeling, but it’s growing. I can see it rising out of the mist in the moonlight.

Response to Neal Stephenson article in the Atlantic

There’s an interview with sci-fi author Neal Stephenson making the rounds, that I first found via this quote from it posted by Simon Willison:

“If your only way of making a painting is to actually dab paint laboriously onto a canvas, then the result might be bad or good, but at least it’s the result of a whole lot of micro-decisions you made as an artist. You were exercising editorial judgment with every paint stroke. That is absent in the output of these programs.”

I think if one only looks at one single output in isolation, that viewpoint makes sense. From where I’m standing though, it seems very incomplete.

As I’ve written about elsewhere, when we look at AI-assisted works through the lens of the hypercanvas, the outputs of these systems are not (only) themselves the finished works (though perhaps they might be), but they are more properly understood when taken together with the inputs and the systems themselves (as socio-technical assemblages) as the “dabs of paint” which together actually compose a higher-dimensional artistic exploration and record that inter-penetrates latent space and the real lived experiences of people inhabiting social, political, economic, and other spheres, all of which shape and are shaped by these generative works. That high-dimensional hypercanvas is the true plane where the AI artist is laboriously toiling away. That it is invisible to anyone but the artist outside the artifacts produced along the way does not make it very much real, meaningful, and valuable.

Also, using AI is 100% all about editorial choices. You act like an editor when you ask an AI, “Hey, could you write me a ____” or “Draw me an [xyz].” Then you evaluate the results cooperatively with it, you iterate, you modify, you feed back into the system. You try again and again when you work on art that exists on a hypercanvas. Then you reduce, reduce, reduce until you have the perfect set, and you find a means to arrange and present it. You don’t just put one daub of paint and call it good – though, really, also, you could. Because there are no rules here; but many gatekeepers for sure.

There’s a parallel prejudice in AI-assisted art where people talk about “low effort” works, where someone explicitly does not go through all the “laborious” steps of hifalutin hypercanvas nonsense. They just open an app, type in “dog on a bike” and that’s it.

But I submit that it is never that simple. Every act is always embedded. Every prompt has context from that person’s life, from shared cultural meanings, from antecedent references selected for or against out of its training set.

Even if it were really just that simple and reductionist, a ready parallel from copyright law still applies: to snapshots. To moments where all someone did was open up a camera, point it at an actual dog on a bike, and click a button. And that’s it. You can say “Well, an AI system did all the actual work.” But you can say that about cameras too.

I’ve been trying to wrap my head around lately the French conception of moral rights, an element of authorship (and possibly a subsidiar personality right?) which exists in many legal regimes around the world, but not so much in the United States (and Canada’s version seems rather different from France’s as well). I can’t find the exact source anymore, but it was a French-language document on this topic and it said something to the effect of a work carries the imprint or maybe the impression of the author’s personality in it.

What I take Stephenson to be in essence arguing by talking about micro-decisions and editorial judgement (both of which happen endlessly when working with AI), is that these works as a result lack any impression of the author’s personality on it.

I did find an excellent English-language summary of the French Intellectual Property Code, which covers copyright, and it echoes the French quote I was searching for above:

Originality under French copyright law is assessed by the courts and is understood to cover a work that bears the imprint (the expression) of the author’s personality. 

I think this general line of thinking is likely what lead the US Copyright Office to issue its opinion against the copyrightability of AI works, in the Zarya letter. But I don’t believe their line of thinking, nor Stephenson’s above is quite a holistic-enough one for the future we’re heading into.

In a weird way, I feel like I can intuitively understand the French conception here of “originality” more than I can exactly wrap my mind around the vague terms under US copyright around requiring or identifying that elusive modicum of creativity.

AI art handily surpasses either measure though, because it does include many “modicums” (modica?) of creativity, millions of micro-decisions, a vast deal of editorial and curatorial and original labor.

I do, however, want to draw a heart around this sentiment of Stephenson’s from the interview:

It turns out that if you give everyone access to the Library of Congress, what they do is watch videos on TikTok.

I do think that’s partly about organization and presentation though too, right? Like, one day won’t there exist a multi-modal system that would be able to generatively embodify (?) any element from a library collection into any kind of output or format the end user requested? Anyway, that’s tangential to my main point. I still liked the interview anyway.

Quoting Hexagram 34

Source:

“For that is truly great power which does not degenerate into mere force but remains inwardly united with the fundamental principles of right and of justice. When we understand this point – namely, that greatness and justice must be indissolubly united – we understand the true meaning of all that happens in heaven and on earth.”

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