On today’s No Stupid Questions podcast, there was mention of a study on the value of psychotherapy where the study authors (not the podcasters), stated psychotherapy had no value, and arrogantly added, therefore, all the studies that showed psychotherapy had value were now in question. I’ll address that arrogance later, but in the meanwhile, I’ll address the problem with that study’s bias that the podcasters, economist Stephen Dubner and psychologist, Angela Duckworth, didn’t fully reconcile, to my surprise.
Artificial intelligence (AI) is becoming more accessible everyday. It’s also getting better everyday, including its ability to process language, as in editing and/or writing. There is still a lot of human input required, though, but that is diminishing. So what will happen when AI becomes good enough to write or edit with minimal human input? How will anything requiring human writing, like educational assignments and writing contests, adapt to identify writing with AI assistance? And how will it adapt to judging it if it cannot?
How long do certain products that take a while to go through last in your household? Or how long do you take to go through them if you lived on your own and guests didn’t use much of them, like toothpaste or perfume/cologne? I’m not talking about weekly renewables here, like cartons of milk, I’m talking about things like shampoo bottles, soaps, spices, etc. If you didn’t know answers to these questions, let me tell you about my really easy way to find out!
I was going to write about something else today. Honestly. Yet, after I read this BBC “Future” article on sex with Neanderthals, I couldn’t resist just writing some reaction commentary and saving my idea for today for another day. Naturally, this article contains some potentially NSFW (not safe for work) content. There’s also some mature subject matter. However, it’s not like prehistoric erotica, though the thought of it as a genre is amusing, to be sure. Nor does this post contain anything like sexual techniques, ancient or modern. And there is definitely no intercourse descriptions, but readers may be helpless to engage in such imaginings based on what they read. Rather, it’s more about weird animal sex facts that were in the article, along with other eye opening items not in the form of eye candy, but maybe i-candy, where “i” is for imagination. So that’s my warning for anyone regarding this article’s content. If you choose to read more, then that’s your fault if you hit something you don’t like. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
As part of this first of my two year journey into writing, I had committed myself to entering at least a dozen writing competitions and/or calls for content, pretty much all nonfiction as that’s what I felt I was good at, and knew I enjoyed writing most. I was in no hurry, though, as I could use lots of time to get some skills, find a voice, work on some craftsmanship, among many other writing deficiencies I had. I was planning on doing all twelve in the last third or quarter of the year, not one each month as the pace my twelve total for the year would suggest. Yet, write out of the gates, Fate handed me three competitions with the Writers’ Federation of Nova Scotia that I had joined on January 3rd as part of my journey. They had an extended deadline of January 15th, which meant soon, and feeling “destined”, as if the deadline had been extended for me. That would be “destined”, as in for me to enter rather than wait as I had been intending, not win or even place.