Unnamed

Computer technology, these days, is awesome! You know, compared to what I used to be able to do with my VIC 20, we’re not just living on a different planet, it’s an entirely different universe. Sometimes, however, it’s funny to be reminded of how easily, even given all the computing power we carry around with us each day, our antiquated human brain can outperform our IT with some tasks.

My most recent reminder was finding a couple of pics from my test of iPhoto, a while back. I really couldn’t be bothered to be bashing iPhoto or its face recognition feature, nor the one that Picasa has gotten, meantime. I don’t use those features, myself. I really don’t want my computer to know who is on a picture and where and what people look like. Call me paranoid? Be my guest. Tagging, I do use. And with people’s names, too. The reason for that is to allow me to filter my photos by people. But then it’s really up to me to know who of the group of people in the picture is who. Yes, it’s more work than if the computer did it on its own. But then, I may want to tag a picture with a person’s name, even if the face can’t be seen. So, it’s not like I can avoid the work altogether, anyway. Part of my workflow … so what. And when I export photos, I tend to remove this kind of metadata. But again, others may appreciate the feature, and anybody’s mileage may vary. My results were refreshing … in an altogether unintended way, I’m guessing.

Unnamed Buckle

Sometimes, a computer’s response to what you ask of it, even when it appears to fail, feels like the observed lack of intelligence is actually the attempt to hide intelligence betrayed by a snotty wittiness … like in this post-modern work of art:

Angel Without a Name