Photo by Tom Ross

Their Opus model is impressive at turning a months-long discussion of many hundreds of pages (with updates and contradictions and reversals) into a mostly-coherent and undeniably well-written lore document.

Last night I came across a strangely empowering way to use Claude. In voice mode I can use it on a bike grinding up a hill, and did so last night to start an all-life to-do tracking instance. When I got home, it talked me through organizing and discarding stuff that I had been putting off for months or years. It’s not that the LLM’s output was all that useful or necessary for such tasks — a lot of which amounts to ‘you’re right! keep going!’ — but the feeling of talking it out with somebody makes tedious and unwanted tasks much more tractable. We literally talked through every item in my weird hallway-to-bathroom closet, and will continue with the rest of the mini-bachelor in days ahead.

[Update: 1 June] Claude’s Sonnet on the Pro plan absolutely cannot function for any useful length of time as a personal organizer or task manager. After 2-3 days of interaction, I find it always collapses into saying “Hey, I’ve lost the thread on this — long conversations do this sometimes. Let’s start a fresh conversation.” and it cannot create handoff documents to effectively spin up a new instance. The funniest case was asking it about rabbit ecology and warrens at Tommy Thompson Park. That was too much for this LLM, leading to swift collapse into the “lost the thread” state. Quite possibly it will never be capable of being a decent narrator for my Aslak game.

Related: Pandemic walks extentification project

We did 79 km in 8 hours, and I met lots of nice people. The theme of the ride was ‘filling the gaps’ — calling on the city to remove the awkward parts where we had to leave the bike trails behind for fast roads and, in one case, an active construction site where we had to help each other through fences.

This could be a fantastic season for cycling, and I am looking forward to when the Neon Riders start meeting weekly again.

I recently got a useful start from Natasha Gonsalves’ presentation for the Toronto and Region Conservation Authority (TRCA): “Getting to Know Grasses“.

I’m still an absolute beginner, but at least know I know a bit of the relevant anatomical vocabulary and have a sense of the difference between grass and grass-like plants like sedges and rushes.

But, we ARE living through absolutely momentous times (and dangerous ones). Don’t allow yourself to be gaslit about that. Any fan of History can see it. And as someone who fretted for years (and bored the people around me to tears) about the trends we are now seeing play out, it’s personally a bit of a crisis for me. I spent my life since I was a teen paying attention to ideas, and approaches and arguments to keep from reaching the point we’ve reached. I wrapped my whole career around it. I am less well equipped (and of course totally inexperienced) with dealing with things now that we have arrived here. I feel I have less useful commentary to offer. I don’t know how to get us out of the mess we’re in. At that point what’s there to say that’s helpful? I am sure there’s something. But I haven’t figured out yet what it is.

But it’s haunting me. And it is thwarting me. It is sapping my energy and I feel angry and I feel stuck. Normally when I have things to say I will talk your ear off. I am silent these days. I’ve turned inward and want to read and study, rather than communicate. Even around the house. My wife is driving me nuts saying “are you ok?” all the time. But I am worried about the future. I think all intelligent Americans are. And like a computer that gets co-opted trying to figure out the value of pi to the last digit, my mind goes over our circumstances, endlessly and without answers or resolution.

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I still go in the studio every morning. It just is slow going and frustrating, and the days when the energy and Muse/inspiration come together as they need to for a successful end result are fewer per week than they used to be. And maybe this is just age, maybe it’s that the traditional vast amounts of coffee seem almost powerless over me now, or maybe its the weight of the times in which we live. It would be nice to not be thinking about politics or the latest dangerous, divisive nightmare every day from the moment we wake up. But that’s not the reality in which we currently live.

I share that sense of having prepared all my life for this moment, and yet often feeling uncertain and disempowered now that it is here.

The last few months have been a really tough time for me — with more challenges ahead — but the anniversary provides a reminder of what is most important and makes me once again filled with relief and gratitude, as I was in Victoria a year ago.

Dr. Ian Fleetwood — thank you. Perhaps one day I will unveil a project which I am undertaking to thank the land at a scale commensurate with my gratitude.