A music professor tries to imagine the music of the distant future.
Tick tick, y'all.
We just aren't wired to grok this kind of interaction.
It's no surprise that Trump benefits from a feature you've seen on bad television.
It's not just the size of the storms that future generations will deal with. It's the terrifying unpredictability.
It's one of the biggest and least consequential questions we can ask.
Weather forecasts are tangible, daily predictions of the future. But it's damn near impossible to get it right—and that's about to get much worse.
When it screws up, ChatGPT apologizes to me. It has the desired effect: I am defanged in the moment, willing to move on and trust again. But what is artificial remorse doing to the idea of the apology?
In which we introduce a new project about predicting the future by saying it can't be done.
I asked an AI to rewrite patriotic lyrics to reflect a more critical view of American history. It blanched and waffled and hesitated—before finally producing a work of art.