A.I. (1981)
newyorker.com
newyorker.com
I believe this is it:
http://createdigitalmusic.com/2014/06/meet-strange-wonderful...
I specially enjoyed the last paragraphs where Minsky describes how he envisions A.I. development in the future. That he is not seeking a single unifying theory of human brain, but rather, several smaller theories that in the end will create a complete picture of how human brain functions.
Aside from the atrocious size it both meanders along on screen-length paragraphs and then jumps between decades, characters, and quotes.
Who the hell can read something like this? Word count and editing matters even if we don't have physical pages to constrain the text anymore.
Sloppy sloppy journalism.
Who the hell can read something like this and not enjoy it?
Gonna read last half now.
By the way, how is this to make sense?:
> Word count and editing matters even if we don't have physical pages to constrain the text anymore.
It's written in 1981, it says on the top. With lines like these, it should be difficult to overlook:
"Several times while I was there, Minsky paused to read his “mail”—messages on the terminal’s printout system."
The New Yorker, through the years, has produced as much quality long-form content as any magazine in the history of North American journalism...this article is no exception...I'll leave it at that...