I've mused before that I have gotten some nice reviews, 5-star, on Amazon, but very few. I posted the best one on my Authors Guild site.
Thomas Friedman recently published a passionate opinion piece in the NYT about the need for the U.S. and China to cooperate to encourage the development of human-oriented AI. That resonated with me, so I submitted a short letter to the NYT in response. Nothing came of it.
My friend and colleague Phil Kelton invited me to give a presentation on the technological future of humanity to a group from The University of Texas Retired Faculty and Staff Association. We met on September 24 in an Austin branch library. There was a good crowd, about 30 people. They asked lots of questions and contributed discussion during and after my formal power point presentation. I gave a first edition signed copy of The Krone Experiment to anyone who had me sign a copy of The Path to Singularity, seven of them.
Having recently discovered the local Westbank Writers group, I sat in on their weekly Monday meeting on September 29. The writing exercise was on an "emergency." I wrote about sleepily nearly driving my used sports car off the highway early one morning when I had driven all night from college in Boston to visit my parents in Philadelphia. The following week, October 6, I gave a presentation to the group. While working on my father's biography, I had been wrestling with how to use his personal notes that described him being in the emotional dumps -- not how I remembered him at all. I had just come to a point in his life where all his disparate history of technical engineering work -- the first hydrogen bomb, a nuclear airplane, weather satellites -- came together and led to his future work on the Apollo program. I submitted to the group a sample of a chapter where I described that convergence. I got some good comments on how to balance the character of the person against the fascinating technology, a persistent challenge. My son, Rob, attended that session and added some useful comments. The next week, Rob gave his own introduction to his work: graphic novels, interactive fiction, screenplays, movies, theater.
In the previous blog, I wrote about seeking to promote a "long tail" for The Path to Singularity now that it is nearly a year old. I had been pondering employing Amazon Adwords. I have been using ChatGPT for various hints. On October 25, I asked for some perspective on using Amazon Adwords. I got a 42-page response. Imposing. I still have not done anything, but maybe soon.
After two days of broken connection, on October 7, I checked the Bartz v. Anthropic web site. I confirmed that Anthropic had pirated the original hardback version of The Krone Experiment (but none of my other books). That edition was published by Pressworks Publishing, Inc. in Dallas, run by a friend of mine. I waited to attend an Authors Guild Zoom webinar on the legal case on October 16, then submitted a claim. I own all the rights and might get $3000. I got an email acknowledging my claim on Halloween. We'll see.
Those following the news may be aware that The University of Texas and indeed, the whole U.S. system of higher education, is under considerable pressure to stop being "woke." Partially as a result, UT now has a new chancellor, a new president, and a new provost. On October 8, the new president, Jim Davis, gave a presentation to the Academy of Distinguished Teachers, of which I'm a retired member. I give him credit for mentioning virtually all the hot button items that were on the minds of the fifty or so attendees. He certainly understands the issues. He is between a gubernatorial rock and a faculty/student hard place. The question will be what he does about the issues.
In passing, Davis mentioned AI and technology and "futurists" with a hint of disdain. After his talk, I gave him my card advertising The Path to Singularity, which he tucked in a pocket. At the suggestion of one of my colleagues, I then left a copy of book for him at the Tower the next day. I have no idea whether he got the book or will look at it.
A week later, President Davis was scheduled to talk at a luncheon of the Retired Faculty and Staff Association. I was curious to see whether he would say anything different than he did at the Academy session. It turned out he was called away on travel, busy man, and was a no-show. I know Lee Bash, the son of the ex-director of McDonald Observatory, who works in the office of the president arranging social functions. Lee was at the lunch overseeing the arrival of attendees. I said hello and mentioned my previous encounter with the president. Lee said he would make sure Davis got the book. I'm not holding my breath.