no figgy pudding

No figgy pudding, but then there never is, which is just as well, doesn't sound like something I would like, I mean figs, take them out of the newton, where they are not so hot either, and they are just this dark gooey sweet thing, and dark gooey sweet things are a dime a dozen.

So it wasn't that bad a day, not all that windy and the sun was out, so it was kind of pretty.  I assume the roads were fine at the top of the lower forty-eight, and Old Dawg had a not unpleasant trip to his sister's house.


So I was thinking about  that tangled code of the AI machine.  Kind of like where you have a nice little house and then you come into some money so you put on an addition and then another one and then another one and pretty soon you have this hodge podge, which is nice enough but if you had come into all that money at once you could have built  a more sensible mansion.  And DNA, you know most of that is unused, it's junk we've carried around since we were some kind of sea worms and all kinds of stuff has changed since then and some things work differently and the whole thing is wildly inefficient and yet yields that piece of work that is us. 

Perhaps that would be an argument  against intelligent design.  Would an Intelligent Designer (I'm sure we all know Who that would be) use such an inefficient  helix?  But I don't want to argue intelligent design, do that in your churches or your spiritual coffee klatches, where it belongs instead of wasting school time where you could be learning to do arithmetic so that you will be able to see through the current tax bill and toss those bums out and get back to a sensible classic liberal program which would put a smile back on kindly Uncle Ken's face.  Is that too much to ask?

So anyway I am thinking of what kind of thinking goes on in those wonderful great ape brains of ours.  I have already gone through that subconscious thing but  what about the conscious, where we sit down with a problem and sit up with a solution.  Where did that solution come from, the muse, thin air, the subconscious is what I am thinking of because where else could it come from?

But that brain, not sure if the sea worm had one, put I think we got one not long after that and it was probably used to regulate our organs and who knows what kind of thinking, and probably it just grew hodge podge so um, well I'm wondering if it is so very different from AI.  That's all for this morning.