Am I naïve in expecting Artificial Intelligence to be smart? Is my interpretation of the word “intelligence” too literal? And when an AI behaves stupidly, who’s to blame? The programmers or the AI entity itself? Is it even proper to make a distinction between the two? Or does the AI work in so mysterious a way that the programmers need no longer take responsibility?
My god, this entire post is insufferably pretentious.
I should mention that my perspective might be a little different from most people’s because I don’t listen to pop songs. I prefer music of the 500-year tradition that encompasses (in roughly chronological order) composers such as Tallis, Byrd, Dowland, Gesualdo, Monteverdi, Lully, Blow, Corelli, Purcell, Vivaldi, Rameau, Handel, Bach, Scarlatti, Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Rossini, Schubert, Berlioz, Mendelssohn (Fanny and Felix), Schumann (Robert and Clara), Chopin, Liszt, Wagner, Verdi, Brahms, Puccini, Mahler, Debussy, Strauss, Beach, Schoenberg, Ives, Ravel, Stravinsky, Berg, Price, Copland, Shostakovich, Carter, Boulez, Gubaidulina, Pärt, Reich, Glass, Eastman, León, Adams, Saariaho, J. L. Adams, Wolfe, Higdon, Adès, Thorvaldsdottir, Mazzoli, Shaw, Fisher, and many others.
I’m aware that many people are unfamiliar with this musical tradition, but it forms one of the sturdiest pillars of what we casually refer to as “western civilization.”
We get it. You only listen to classical music and anything else is beneath you.
My god, this entire post is insufferably pretentious.
We get it. You only listen to classical music and anything else is beneath you.
Ayyyyyyyyyyy lmao
That’s the most pretentious shit I’ve read in a good while.
Killed me. Also, name-dropping every single composer you know like that, displaying them as some high ranking general would show all their medals
I made it that far and gave up. Just because the writer is opposed of this AI persona, doesn’t mean I’ll be getting anything of value from the piece.
This just seemed like a tongue in cheek joke, but you know it wasn’t…
Oh, no, do go on. Please, another thirty.
Counterpoint: you’re insufferably insecure