Losing the mess

On artificial intelligence, childhood intelligence, the WGA strike, and the possibility of losing human imprecision.

One of the most beautiful emails I got last year (via the what-have-you-lost page) was written by a fourteen year old named Sanat. They wrote to me about two talismans they’d carried around for good luck before losing, the first being a coin they’d received while visiting London:

…an old coin that was minted in the early 20th century, whose year I can't …