In The Matrix, the deja Vu occurs "when they change something". I'm pleased by the symmetry in your conclusion, how the arrow of causation can point the opposite direction IRL - that glitches can prompt us to change something.
You have described one of the things I really hate about AI “enhanced” writing. Even when people use it merely to edit their works, the canned AI phrasing and structure sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s even worse when it’s used to write larger chunks, with metaphors that don’t make sense and words strung together that are devoid of actual meaning. There are a lot of posters on Substack that I’m tempted to subscribe to so I can harass them in the comments about their use of AI, but ultimately that would only provide them with an economic incentive to keep using it.
Fitting that the word itself is a slip. 'Glitch' probably comes from Yiddish glitsh, a slip (glitshn, to slip, kin to German glitschen), and it lived in radio and TV engineering jargon from the 1940s before the early-60s space programme broadened it to any sudden hitch in a system. So the word for the interruption is literally a slide off the smooth surface, which is the falling-out-of-ready-to-hand you're describing.
My experience differs. I experience sensory overload. Always have. I am acutely aware of everything to the point of discomfort. I am disconnected by choice and by necessity most of the time from reality — at least the pseudo realities described by Descartes, Kant, Heidegger. I have needed to construct always my own reality, partly through intense bouts of physical exercise, and through entering constructed dream worlds when I'm asleep, vivid daydreaming and thought experiments in my ever febrile mind when awake.
My relationship with my man-made tools is complex. I know a fair bit about tools. I used to have about a hundred thousand dollars worth of professional tools, ranging from superb to poor.
I buy and use only the smallest, lightest iPhone models, the smallest of which is the original iPhone SE (2016), still much beloved of mountaineers because it is so small and light, even though Apple no longer support it. I need to squint at the screen because it's so tiny. Essentially, my iPhones are merely Apple designed Hotspots, portable electronic gateways for bigger screens such as my iPads used in portrait mode, or my even larger A4 sized Samsung Galaxy Tab S8 Ultra. Note the detail. Detail matters. The Devil is in the Detail. My primary discipline of mathematical physics is impossible without painstaking attention to detail.
At 67, I no longer wear specs or corrective lenses. I abandoned both some years back. I have revisited my versions of the original Bates method, which Aldous Huxley used when he was losing his sight in a desperate attempt to avert blindness. Essentially, I have trained my day and night vision by various exercises, in particular by running swiftly at night along dimly lit woodland paths, which not only has improved my night vision but has spilled over into improved visual acuity during the day, so that I no longer need corrective lenses to drive or to read the tiniest print, provided I have enough illumination. Aged related presbyopia, of course, due to the hardening of the adjustable lens has also helped.
Everything is connected. Vision is complex. Humans have poorly designed lenses compared with eagles, poorly designed sense of smell compared to sniffer dogs, poor hearing compared to most owls. We compensate with our brain, which processes poor signals into our version of reality. My reality may not be the same as yours. As somebody who in today's parlance is neuro divergent, part fool, part genius, part warrior, part nerd, I train my spirit, my mind, and my body to perform as well as is possible so that at all times I am prepared for combat — spiritual, intellectual, physical.
In The Matrix, the deja Vu occurs "when they change something". I'm pleased by the symmetry in your conclusion, how the arrow of causation can point the opposite direction IRL - that glitches can prompt us to change something.
You have described one of the things I really hate about AI “enhanced” writing. Even when people use it merely to edit their works, the canned AI phrasing and structure sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s even worse when it’s used to write larger chunks, with metaphors that don’t make sense and words strung together that are devoid of actual meaning. There are a lot of posters on Substack that I’m tempted to subscribe to so I can harass them in the comments about their use of AI, but ultimately that would only provide them with an economic incentive to keep using it.
Fitting that the word itself is a slip. 'Glitch' probably comes from Yiddish glitsh, a slip (glitshn, to slip, kin to German glitschen), and it lived in radio and TV engineering jargon from the 1940s before the early-60s space programme broadened it to any sudden hitch in a system. So the word for the interruption is literally a slide off the smooth surface, which is the falling-out-of-ready-to-hand you're describing.
My experience differs. I experience sensory overload. Always have. I am acutely aware of everything to the point of discomfort. I am disconnected by choice and by necessity most of the time from reality — at least the pseudo realities described by Descartes, Kant, Heidegger. I have needed to construct always my own reality, partly through intense bouts of physical exercise, and through entering constructed dream worlds when I'm asleep, vivid daydreaming and thought experiments in my ever febrile mind when awake.
My relationship with my man-made tools is complex. I know a fair bit about tools. I used to have about a hundred thousand dollars worth of professional tools, ranging from superb to poor.
I buy and use only the smallest, lightest iPhone models, the smallest of which is the original iPhone SE (2016), still much beloved of mountaineers because it is so small and light, even though Apple no longer support it. I need to squint at the screen because it's so tiny. Essentially, my iPhones are merely Apple designed Hotspots, portable electronic gateways for bigger screens such as my iPads used in portrait mode, or my even larger A4 sized Samsung Galaxy Tab S8 Ultra. Note the detail. Detail matters. The Devil is in the Detail. My primary discipline of mathematical physics is impossible without painstaking attention to detail.
At 67, I no longer wear specs or corrective lenses. I abandoned both some years back. I have revisited my versions of the original Bates method, which Aldous Huxley used when he was losing his sight in a desperate attempt to avert blindness. Essentially, I have trained my day and night vision by various exercises, in particular by running swiftly at night along dimly lit woodland paths, which not only has improved my night vision but has spilled over into improved visual acuity during the day, so that I no longer need corrective lenses to drive or to read the tiniest print, provided I have enough illumination. Aged related presbyopia, of course, due to the hardening of the adjustable lens has also helped.
Everything is connected. Vision is complex. Humans have poorly designed lenses compared with eagles, poorly designed sense of smell compared to sniffer dogs, poor hearing compared to most owls. We compensate with our brain, which processes poor signals into our version of reality. My reality may not be the same as yours. As somebody who in today's parlance is neuro divergent, part fool, part genius, part warrior, part nerd, I train my spirit, my mind, and my body to perform as well as is possible so that at all times I am prepared for combat — spiritual, intellectual, physical.