I didn't get up until after nine. A long time in bed, but I didn't sleep well, overstimulated by thinking about what I'm writing, and a big evening meal. Clare was up an hour before me, cooking breakfast pancakes. I did very little all morning apart from showering, washing my hair and exchanging messages with cousin Dianne about our family tree. Clare cooked fish and chips for lunch, and we both slept for a while before going out for a walk. I felt stiff and tired, Clare's arthritic hip was hurting so she did one lap of Llandaff Fields and return home, leaving me to continue walking a lap of Pontcanna Fields as well.
Loud music was emanating from somewhere the other side of the Taff, probably Coopers Field, suggesting an event was on. Later, young people returning to Pontcanna across Blackweir Bridge had faces painted in the blue and yellow colours of Ukraine's national flag. Or else the colours represented a sports team they were supporting. A Google event search was surprisingly unhelpful, seeming not to understand the word 'today' unless it was qualified as 'only today', throwing up all sorts of irrelevant events at dates past and present. If this is AI at work, it's laughable ignorance.
There seems to be no enquiry possible around the question 'What's on in Cardiff today' categorising and listing most major types of public event. Large language model AI algorithms need to be 'taught' by processing public information, they say, but for now it doesn't seem to be attuned to delivering basic general information, unless an event is being promoted hard. That's not always the information needed.
For the third day in a row I bumped into Richard on his litter gathering round. His afternoon bag contained a heavy coil of thick cable insulation dumped after its copper core had been stripped out. Earlier I found an unopened water bottle and Coca Cola can discarded on top of different rubbish bins. Consumers with money to waste buying more than they need and then dumping it. A cost-of-living crisis hasn't impacted on such selfish greed yet.
I copied my collection of music files from my phone to the Linux Workstation this evening. Building the database on Mint's 'Rhythmbox' music player was a slow process, so I watched episodes of the fourth series of Norwegian crimmie 'Wisting' while I waited. There were inconsistencies in the metadata of some of the MP3 files I created, so I found myself with multiple copies of folders and the relevant files spread between them. Rationalising these into single folders for each album also needs to be done, and that took more time attending to the detail in scores of folders. It's not a job I would entrust to AI, that's for sure.
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