fresh monday
Hi there, It’s Monday and started a fresh and feels nice week - although my mind keeps being online. I read this from a journalist who wrote he minds is online even when she is not online. I am starting class right now on AI literacy and reading all the white dudes from the 50s who created the machine. I am happy that at Alan Turing could make reference to a woman - Lady Lovelace's and her memoir (1842). “ In it she states, "The Analytical Engine has no pretensions to originate anything. It can do whatever we know how to order it to perform" While the machine keep being the machine and while A.I keep being A.I. I keep writing my poems.
My poem might be a love poem. Or not:
Statement: all the perceptions are information that my brain computes. Question to be resolved: Why do I like spending time with him.
- input: makes me laugh and smile. 0-1
- input: why does he make me laugh? 0-1
- Input: makes me cry 0-1
input: makes me light 0-1
input because of kisses 0-1
input: makes nonsense jokes 0-1
input: he asks me: does your belly buton speaks? 0-1
input: gives me good massage 0-1
input: its a very difficult man 0-1
input: wraps me with feels good words - input: a tongue that moves well.
output: ( please help me with your answer. Thank you)