- Here’s an easy read about Boom Supersonic’s project to create a supersonic airliner capable of cruising at Mach 1.7 without a significant sonic boom reaching the surface beneath the aircraft. Their target is to deliver aircraft by 2029, though skeptics think that’s overly ambitious because Boom is designing a supersonic-capable engine from scratch. The engine will also be marketed as part of a power-generation system for AI data centers.
- There’s a new ATSC (Advanced Television Systems Committee) standard, ATSC 3.0, which will improve TV image quality, it also includes technology to allow DRM on broadcast TV, encrypting “over the air” signals and turning broadcast TV into yet another form of pay TV. You’d have to buy a new “NextGen” TV to watch ATSC 3.0 content. TV isn’t my thing, but I predict a great deal of bitching and moaning against this possibility. Stay tuned, heh.
- According to recent research, working crossword puzzles for two minutes a day can slow brain aging dramatically. Actually, anything that requires cognitive activity can slow brain aging. One reason I tinker with programming (for me, in Free Pascal/Lazarus) is to keep my mind working. I do a couple of word puzzles on my tablet here and there. Maybe I should do more. What I don’t do is sit in front of the TV all day. Or on most days, even for two minutes.
- The US House has passed a bill making Daylight Savings Time permanent. Umm…didn’t we try this already? We did. Nobody liked it, and it didn’t last long. My response is that we should make standard time permanent, which wouldn’t push dawn to an hour later and force people to start the day in darkness. Yeah, back in Chicago in late December it used to get dark by 5 PM. The kids were home from school by then, and cars for commuters have headlights. Arizona is on standard time all year, and it works fine for me.
- Private collectors are outbidding museums for fossils—right up to Gus, one of the largest and most complete T-Rex fossils ever found. Sotheby’s is selling dino bones to the very rich, some of them earning in excess of $30M. It may gall some people, but even I know that leaving fossils in the ground — especially if they’re exposed to the elements—can cause serious deterioration. One wonders what a billionaire would do with a T-Rex skeleton. In the rec room? Office? Maybe we’ll find out.
- Astronomers have found a species of sugar scattered out in the gas and dust in our galaxy. Sweet!
Odd Lots
AI and the Doctrine of First Sale
Earlier today I happened upon an article in Futurism describing the latest on using published books to train AI. Basically, AI providers are buying used print books (not ebooks!) in bulk, taking off the covers by machine, and then scanning, OCRing, and training their AIs on the OCRed pages.
The twist is that unlike Anthropic’s $1.5B settlement over training AIs on pirated ebooks, buying physical books to train AIs is protected by something called the doctrine of first sale. What this means is that if you buy a print book but don’t distribute it in violation of copyright, the copyright owner can’t stop you from doing anything to that book. Scanning a legally purchased book and OCRing up a copy for yourself isn’t illegal. You bought the book. You OCRed it and loaded it on your tablet. You didn’t give a copy to anybody or post it in a pirately fashion. Theoretically, that’s legal. There are judicial rulings specifying that such an action is “transformative” and considered fair use.
Now, the weird part: Is feeding a scanned book to an AI a violation of copyright? Many think it is. I thought so at first. Much depends on how the AI is used. Suppose an AI trained on loads of books (including mine) were asked, “Show me the full text of Jeff Duntemann’s novel The Cunning Blood.” If it coughs up substantial parts of the book, that’s copyright infringement. But if it says, “Sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that,” things get very fuzzy. Could it fork over a few paragraphs and a synopsis? Or just a synopsis? Without producing substantial chunks of literal text from the work in question, my understanding of the law suggests that it’s not infringement.
Now, suppose you ask an AI trained on my books, “Write a novel about a prison planet protected by nanomachines that corrode electrical conductors and thus make electrical devices impossible.” If it drops big chunks of my novel into its output, yes, that’s infringement. But if it writes an original novel with that core idea but without including substantial text from my book, I don’t think it’s infringement. Sleazy, maybe. But not illegal.
One metaphor here would be reading a lot of books we’ve purchased or borrowed from a library (something many of us do) and then writing material inspired or informed by what we’ve read. We digest a lot of factual or fictional material and then talk or write about that material. Absent literal transcription, that’s not copyright infringement.
The Futurism article is a little too worried about destroying huge numbers of print books and not worried enough about the theoretical legality of training AIs on legally-purchased print books. I suspect some law group may try to put together a lawsuit about it, but I think that won’t pass judicial muster.
There may already be machines that can flip through the pages of a print book and OCR its text without destroying the book. Even if they don’t exist (yet), if this means of training AIs on purchased print books becomes clearly legal, my guess is that those machines will happen.
I’m sure it’s possible to build guardrails into AI software preventing it from delivering literal content from OCRed books in copyright. I don’t know how hard that will be, but I suspect that such guardrails could be added to AI. And then, if I understand the legalities correctly, the whole problem goes away.
Sooner or later the problem will be solved. Stay tuned—and bring some popcorn.
Our Strategy for Getting Old in Style
Reader Vince posted a comment on my 74th birthday entry, asking about my strategy for retiring and getting old. Carol and I do whatever we can to grow old in style and (more to the point) functional and (most pointedly) alive. It’s complicated, but I’ll get as much of it as I can into this single (rather long) entry.
So…we’re retired. Topic #1: Stress. Do what you can to keep it at a minimum. I admit that’s harder if you raised kids, which we did not. We’ve been together now for 57 years, married for 50. We discuss all kinds of things. We laugh. We cuddle. We see to each other’s needs. We take each other very, very seriously. We go to church. We pray. Death may do us part—but not forever.
We have no debt to worry about. We don’t spend extravagantly. We use our cars until they fall apart, which for our 4Runner took 25 years. We’ve bought two lightly used cars from CarMax, and both have been big wins. We didn’t have to go through the usual BS kabuki with conventional dealerships, which is guaranteed to raise your blood pressure. We don’t buy things for the sake of buying them. We bought a Radio Shack stereo the November after our wedding…and it’s still living happily on the entertainment center fifty years later, playing music from dawn to bedtime. Our TV is now 15 years old, and (granted that we don’t watch much TV) it’s still very good at its job.
Topic #2: Brain health. I’ve seen studies suggesting that living with music playing constantly helps with brain health. As I said above, our ancient but flawless stereo plays classical music from our local classical station, KBAQ, from the time we get up until the time that we turn in. Writing helps too, and lord knows I do plenty of that. There is a study of Catholic nuns that’s been underway since 1986, indicating that the nuns who wrote emotionally positive text (often in their daily journals) were less likely to develop Alzheimer’s than nuns who didn’t write, and were more likely to live longer. Most of my writing is emotionally positive, so I have some hope that this will apply to me as well, even though I’m not a nun and don’t play one on TV.
I have no studies to support it, but my guess is that programming also contributes to brain health. I still program for fun (generally in Lazarus/Free Pascal) and read whatever current Pascal texts that I can find. I still tinker with electronics and build things, sometimes from kits, and sometimes from scratch. Ham radio helps too. I stay busy.
I teach myself things. I read books on all kinds of stuff, as those who have visited here at Fortress Duntemann may have noticed. I taught myself the Pascal-ish language Lua, though Free Pascal pretty much leaves it in the dirt by comparison. I created a spreadsheet to design solar-twin star systems with planets, which I used in writing The Cunning Blood. You get the idea. Brains matter. Use ‘em or lose ‘em.
Topic #3: Body health. I think that genetics plays more of a role in general health than most people are willing to admit. My Polish immigrant grandfather worked at grimy jobs his whole working life, and lived to just a month short of his 90th birthday. I take after that side of the family. People yell at me for saying it sometimes, but my research suggests that you can do worse than your genes, but you can’t do better. I have good genes, which helps a lot with regard to health. We never smoked or did drugs. I generally have a glass of red wine with non-fish dinners most nights, but I don’t overdo it, and will taper it if my liver numbers start drifting out of range.
Food. We eat meat, fish, eggs, dairy, and salad. We don’t have a starch course unless we have friends or family over for dinner, and when we do it’s generally polenta (i.e., corn grits). I fry one egg in butter every morning for breakfast. Lunch is usually a slice of cold meat (no bread) rolled up with a slice of cheese, plus some tree nuts. I learned back in the ‘90s that carbs make me fat, especially sugar. So I drink water instead of sodas, and keep starches (breads, pasta, potatoes, etc.) to a minimum. We do have desserts when eating with friends or family, but usually not when we’re alone.
We pay attention to ingredients lists, and avoid things with umpty ingredients that we can’t identify. (I call such foods “chemistry sets.”) We consume organic dairy. Our salads are baby spinach topped by carrot shreds, sliced radishes, diced mushrooms, olive slices (for Carol) and diced red bell pepper (for me.) We buy whatever we can in glass rather than plastic. We don’t snack much, and when we do, it’s almost always either tree nuts or sugarless snacks with only a few ingredients, and nothing freaky. Lately it’s been PopCorners. 3 ingredients: Popped corn, vegetable oil, and salt.
Exercise. We do weight training once a week at the gym, with a trainer who specializes in older people. I walk a lot, which is tricker in hot weather, but I shoot for 6,000 steps a day, and make that target three or four days out of seven.
Sleep. We’re morning people and hop out of bed at 6 or 7 AM, shooting for eight hours a night. Sleep is not optional, and we structure our lives to allow those eight hours to happen almost every night.
Topic #4: Supplements. I take 5 grams of creatine hydroxide every day, and 10 on gym day, generally in my midmorning iced coffee. There is strong evidence that creatine acts against cancer. I also take a standard multivitamin, a D supplement, quercetin/bromelain, zinc, magnesium, and until recently, a B-50. (Carol takes others as recommended by her doc.) My blood pressure is low to normal. We both get physicals once a year, with a broad blood panel and other tests. I pay close attention to my numbers, and take action when test results go out of bounds; e.g, vitamin B-6 and prostate-specific antigen (PSA).
Topic #5: Emotional health. This one is gnarly for a lot of people, but not for me. Carol and I are deeply in love, which is the powerful central element in our emotional health. I don’t do as much on social media as I used to, largely because a great deal of it is slobber-screaming about politics. I do not doomscroll. Nor do I talk about politics. As close as I come is the climate issue, which I research as science and sometimes post about but don’t get involved in tribal fights over. Allowing other people to make me angry gives them control over me, and I won’t abide that. Anger is deadly. My father’s father died of anger. I strive for an upbeat outlook on life and don’t allow current events to bring me down.
Friends. I’ve said this here many times, and I will say it again: Friendship is the cornerstone of the human spirit. I have a circle of friends whom I greatly value, granting that a couple of them have followed my writing for thirty or more years without ever meeting me. They’re still friends. I value them more than they probably understand.
And that’s as good a summary as I can fit here. Yes, I will admit that life is a crapshoot, but it’s a gamble I’m willing to take—and so far I’ve done very well. What works for me may not work for you. Live an examined life, and don’t let other people control you. Watch your numbers. Have friends. Stay active. Stay busy. That’s most of it. You may be surprised by what you discover in the process. I certainly was.
Let Freedom Ring!!!
Freedom is a slippery business. I call myself a contrarian skeptic because that’s the catchphrase for what I consider freedom: Question everything, especially conventional wisdom; and develop a tendency to lean away from conventional behavior. What this requires, of course, is sufficient generosity of spirit to allow others the same freedom. And the real problem arises when your vision of freedom conflicts with mine in ways that leave one or both of us less free. Compromise requires responsibility on both sides.
From time immemorial, this conflict has nearly always arisen between the elites and the common people. Aristocracy is an older name for these elites. Kings, queens, dukes, barons; that whole uppity ilk always assumed that they knew better than the scruffy folk out in the world growing their food, sewing their clothes, and trying not to get hung for getting on some ilkiphile’s nerves. It was that way for a very long time.
Then America happened.
Our nation grew out of an unprecedented establishment of balance between freedom and responsibility. We still have elites, who are still striving for a world government with all freedom and power in their hands and little or none in ours. You know the kind: slobbery screamers who want to take away your gas stove while roaring around the world in private jets belching out tons of carbon dioxide. Sometimes the rules lean toward the elites. There is machinery in place to allow ordinary people to pull those rules back into balance.
Astonishingly enough, two hundred fifty years later, this still works.
That’s what I celebrate on Independence Day: A balance between those who want to gather all power to themselves and those who want to spread it around. I don’t see that working in the rest of the world, though there are some bright spots in South America and other places. For reasons that would take a book to explain, freedom leads to prosperity, while authoritarianism leads to poverty and collapse and bloodshed.
Happy birthday, America! Two hundred fifty years ago, you nailed it—and those nails are still holding our nation together.
Birthday Wander: 73 to 73
74 today. Data from my family tree indicates that I’m doing all right by still breathing: I’ve lived longer than any man in my paternal line going back to one Johann Andreas Duntemann 1729-1808. He made it to 78. If I can log five more years, I’ll be the oldest guy in my paternal line going back as far as I can see, which (for now) is a man born in 1687, who died at 51. I’ve seen the names and lifespans of other, older Duntemann men here and there, but I can’t connect any of them to my own line.
That’s one way to look at a year that wasn’t…exactly…the best. I was diagnosed with prostate cancer last fall, had radiation treatment in January, and have recently been told by my oncologist that the radiation worked and my PSA is now 0.86. That was a big drop, let’s say. We need to keep an eye on it, but that’s part of what getting older entails: keeping an eye on all your various “health numbers” as I call them, to be sure nothing is severely out of line. In a blood panel some months back I found that my vitamin B-6 levels were literally off the chart on the high end. Doc told me to quit the B-50 supplements we’ve been taking for years and years. I did. Last Tuesday I gave them some more blood, and learned that my B-6 levels now are dead-center in the normal range.
Whew. (I think.) I’ve never heard of anyone overdosing on B vitamins, but a little research shows that it can happen. I have a mild neuropathy in my right foot, and I have to wonder if excess B6 (pyridoxine) had anything to do with it.
About a month ago we had to send poor little Dash back to his Creator. He was 17 and developing multiple serious symptoms all at once. He lived longer than any of the other six dogs we’ve had as a couple. So the Pack are all now in God’s green fields. We cried, sure. Who wouldn’t? We spent a lot of time with the Pack, and Dash retired from the show ring as an AKC Grand Champion. So he did very well, and we will always imagine him at his best.
There’s nothing like a cancer diagnosis to scramble your creative faculties, and I’m only just recently generating some new ideas and plot arcs for my (stalled) novel, The Molten Flesh. I did publish a new and significantly rewritten version of my 1971 short story “Whale Meat” and later on a new short story, “Morning Man,” about an AI disk jockey at a small-town AM radio station. Both are available for 99c on Amazon. The two stories were platforms to try using generative AI to create covers for short ebook fiction. Not great, not terrible, and I learned a few things in the process.
That’s all the bad stuff. Carol and I have never been closer. We bought a spectacular new car: a Subaru Crosstrek. I got a new mini-split AC installed in my garage/workshop/shack so it’s not always an oven in there. I found a bunch of ancient manuscripts at the bottom of an old box that I thought were gone forever, including parts of a story I wrote when I was 10, on the ancient typewriter my grandmother Sade gave me that year. I’ve made peace with Windows 11. We’re still doing strength training and enjoying it as much as ever.
Nonetheless, I now say 73 to 73. Forgive me if I don’t add ET CUL…
Odd Lots
- Creatine not only helps you build muscle—new tests strongly suggest that it can help the body fight cancer cells. The tests are with mice, so there will need to be a lot of further research, but this is great news for anyone (like us) who take creatine on a daily basis.
- Lazarus Version 4.8 is now available. It’s a bugfix release, compiled with FPC 3.2.2. Free and easy to update. Go get it!
- IBM has created a 7 angstrom node for making extremely high-density chips. It’s done by stacking sheets of transistors vertically and bonding the transistors together in a way that makes logic gates etc, with potentially up to 100 billion transistors on a single chip. Screw flying cars. This is the future I had hoped for!
- A guy who’s been blogging now for 25 years lays out a fascinating history of the technology he’s used along that timeline, and how it has evolved. I knew a lot of this (my blog is now 28 years old) but he puts it all in one place in a single well-written article.
- It had to happen. I should have written an SF story about it back in the early ‘80s, but back then I didn’t drink wine. So don’t pop that cork just yet. Claude can act as your AI sommelier.
- Broadcom and OpenAI have announced Jalapeno, a custom chip designed specifically to handle AI inference logic. It’s a sort of AI accelerator, and with any luck at all it will specialize the AI chip market so that the rest of us can afford system memory and SSDs.
- Here’s a slightly weird AI-related site: In The Weights. It’s basically a leaderboard of names present in all the major AIs. I’m #148 on the leaderboard, with a score of 841. It found two hallucinations on me, one claiming that I was an American actor and comedian; the other an electronic/experimental musician. I’m dead certain (but not dead) that I’m the only Jeff Duntemann who has ever lived (yes, I have a third cousin Jeff Dunteman, one n at the end) and I have never done any acting or composing. (Thanks to Mike Bentley for the link.)
- Venezuela got hit by two violent back-to-back earthquakes, one Richter 7.2 and the second 7.5. Carol and I lived through the October 1989 Loma Prieta quake, which logged at 6.9, and the quake was one major reason we left the Santa Cruz area in 1990 for Arizona shortly thereafter.
A Miracle for Father’s Day
I’ve written about my father quite a bit here, but there is one story about my dad that I haven’t be able to tell before. On this year’s Father’s Day, I’m going to swallow my hesitation and tell you about the miracle my father worked for me.
Frank W. Duntemann was struck by advanced oral cancer in late summer 1968. He was 56. I was 16, my sister only 12. We watched our father fight cancer and consequent pain and disfigurement for 9 years, until it finally took him on January 16, 1978. I was 25; Carol and I had married in 1976. A few weeks after my father’s funeral, I was home alone, in bed, quite sick. I was getting stabbing pains in my abdomen that grew worse over the course of the day. It was hideous; the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life at that point. What had begun as intermittent twinges became continuous, and deepened.
By mid-afternoon I had begun to fear for my life. I pondered calling an ambulance, but 911 didn’t exist back then and I had no idea who to call. (Besides, the phone was in the kitchen.) I was doubled over and crying. Religion confused me back then for reasons I may or may not go into in future entries. Faced with that pain, however, I decided to ask God for mercy. I didn’t recite the usual prayers. I asked God straight out in plain talk to take the pain away, and if not, could He at least let me live.
I then quieted my mind, hoping against hope, and…nothing. The pain continued, if anything growing worse as minutes passed. I thought of my father, who had faced horrible pain for 9 years. And on an impulse I called out to him: “Dad, please help me and take this pain away! I don’t want to die!”
Die. At that word, the pain vanished. It didn’t waver and fade away. It stopped, so sharp and so suddenly that it felt like it had been cut with a knife…or an axe. My abdominal muscles began to relax, and by that evening I was feeling reasonably good and in no pain whatsoever.
Twenty years later, I threw a kidney stone. It was that same sort of pain, if perhaps not quite so severe. Carol called 911 for an ambulance. I had a 3 AM ride to our nearest hospital, writhing as I went. The docs gave me Demerol and the pain slowly faded out, emphasis on faded. So it was possible that my pain back in 1978 was just a kidney stone making its obnoxious presence felt. My atheist friends will doubtless think of it that way. But that would be too much to be a coincidence. I called out to my father, and the pain was cut instantly.
Frank Duntemann was a fighter. He was fiercely protective of his family. If he had confronted my kidney stone from his place in The Great Upstairs, let’s just say that I wouldn’t want to have been that kidney stone, heh.
Now, why haven’t I wanted to tell this story until now? I was afraid that people would think I made it up. I didn’t. It happened, just as I described above. It boggled my mind in 1978, but it also had another, more significant effect: It took away my confusion and doubt about religion, and pointed me back toward God. And I think that on that terrible day, God took my father aside and told him that his kid was suffering, and that as my father he had the power to end that suffering.
He did. End of story. But it’s not a story. Call it what you want. I call it a miracle.
Happy Father’s Day to everyone within reading distance, for fathers here or in The Great Upstairs. Fathers matter.
Odd Lots
- Southwest Airlines has just banned “human-like” or “animal-like” robots from its flights. Oh—and in checked baggage too. The concern is about biggish lithium-ion batteries, which does make sense. There’s also the issue of whether robots are considered passengers, checked baggage, or carry-on baggage that carries itself on.
- Interesting long-form piece about archaic homo sapiens, a genetic group close enough to modern humans to share a species name, but different enough to trace their rise and fall and eventual extinction. Modern humans carry some juvenile traits into adulthood, like friendliness, playfulness, curiosity and flexibility, in a similar way that our modern dogs carry puppy traits like playfulness and cuddliness into adulthood. Dogs are lifelong wolf puppies, and we’re lifelong cave-kids.
- Beef is not the big health risk that Certain Influencers have long been yelping about. Well, we’ve known that for a long time. Eggs are good for you too. As are protein and fat. The arguments will continue as arguments generally do.
- Keeping lithium-ion batteries on charge even after they hit 100% shortens the life of the batteries. I knew this, and don’t keep my phone or tablets on charge after they hit 100%, which I check for from time to time.
- Duke University scientists have created a 20-legged robot that merrily rolls along the Duke campus. Watch the videos; I’m a long-time robot fan and I think they’re cool.
- And if creating 20-legged robots isn’t your thing, consider scientists at ETH Zurich who have created (theoretically) perfect randomness using two superconducting chips cooled almost to absolute zero and connected to each other by a 30-meter long tube similarly cooled. I don’t quite understand it either (how do you prove a number is perfectly random?) but I have a hunch you could sell perfect random numbers generated with such a device and make a good buck. We’ll see.
- USB-C cables and ports can do a lot more than just charge your phone or tablet. Here are a few such things worth keeping in the back of your head.
- Well, this certainly wasn’t on my bingo card: A humanoid robot fashion show, where the robots and their, um, fashion models wear the same clothes on the runway.
- Here’s a map of America’s favorite house paint color—along with some discussion on when and why vivid colors fled from everyday American life. I remember when cars were all kinds of colors. The kitchen I grew up in was hot pink for a fair number of years—and then bright blue. Sure, all that was (many) years ago. Multiple colors increase costs for just about any product line. Shame, that—but a pretty solid explanation. (h/t to Rich Rostrom for the link.)
Now Available on Kindle: “Morning Man”
Amazon just messaged me that my latest Kindle title was now available. “Morning Man” is a 6,300-word short story with an interesting history. It’s about an AI DJ at a small farm-town AM radio station in Wisconsin. I wrote it in 1989. I never tried to sell it, but just threw it in a box full of old manuscripts, where it sat for the next 35 years or so.
Why didn’t I try to sell it? I couldn’t make the characters work. I’ve always been good with gadgets and world-building. Characters, well, I did my best, but the people in the story just didn’t sound especially real. Part of the problem may have been the fact that in 1989 we were preparing to launch PC Techniques and move to Arizona from Scotts Valley, California. My time and energy mostly went into that megaproject. By the time I retired in the teens and returned to fiction, I had mostly forgotten the story of Rusty the AI and his bewildered owner.
So I pulled it out, read it a few times, and rewrote it heavily. Now, having five novels and a couple of intense workshops behind me, I knew what I was doing. The characters now work. And you can have your own copy for 99c.
Well, AI DJs on broadcast radio are now real, and becoming common. Here’s one piece on the state of things as of 2025. Rolling Stone has another good piece on the topic, but it’s paywalled. My brief scan showed a few more, and if the topic interests you, you can probably find plenty.
I don’t expect the general public to believe that I predicted AI DJs in 1989. Nonetheless, I did. So take a look and see what you think. Reviews and ratings are always welcome; thanks in advance. And as I’ve said here more than once, I gotta go dig around in that box and see what else I wrote and then forgot about!
Odd Lots
- Asteroid Apophis will come within 20,000 miles of Earth during its close approach in 2029. Scientists say there’s no chance of the big rock hitting us, which is a relief, given that it’s the size of the Eiffel Tower (if a lot fatter) and could level any city it struck.
- I didn’t know this: A small red dwarf star passed well within a light year of our solar system about 70,000 years ago. It was dim enough that even at its closest approach, it would not have been visible to our naked predecessors’ naked eyes.
- A group of Earth scientists have created a site that will display your current location (or at least where your IP address suggests you are) on a graph going back over 300 million years. About 320,000,000 years ago, Phoenix, Pangaea was on the equator! (Nuts. Missed it.) H/T to Old Guy for the link.
- Google is installing a completely local, 4 GB AI on machines that have Chrome installed, without asking permission nor notifying the user that it’s there. The linked CNet article explains how to find out if you have it, and if so, how to flip the flag that enables it. I found it on one of our machines, and flipped that flag. We’ll see what happens going forward.
- Law professor Glenn Reynolds’ upcoming book (available 5/12) explains that the real danger inherent in AIs is not destruction but…seduction. Seductive AI explains how lonely people have used AI chatbots as friends and in weird ways, lovers, with all kinds of downsides. A piece in the New York Post focusing on the book suggests that people have been driven to suicide by excessive interaction with AI. So maybe there’s some destruction going on after all. I’ll review the book here once I get it.
- I take five grams of creatine monohydrate every day (and 10 on Mondays when I do weight training at the gym) and here’s a solid short summary of what creatine does for us. It’s not all about muscle and energy, but also about the brain. I’m sold!
- People who eat five or more servings of eggs per week are found to have a 27% lower risk of developing Alzheimer’s than those who eat eggs rarely or never. I eat them every morning for breakfast. My brain is my first favorite organ; sorry, Woody.
