New article by Andy Clark et al. in Frontiers in Robotics and AI.

Andy ClarkArtificial intelligenceCognitive neuroscienceCognitive scienceconsciousnessEmbodied cognitionExternalismphenomenologyPsychologysituated cognition
Would I love to be at this gig! Now that would be a night to remember. I saw them a few years back in a conventional theatre setting and that was superb. Nick is a musician’s musician — it was unusual to see so many musicians in the audience paying their respects. If you are expecting a “greatest hits” type show, then forget it. Despite the immensely rich back catalogue that most will know from the 70s and early 80s, Nick has never rested on his laurels. Indeed, his writing in his mature years has gotten even better. If you do make it to the show, listen closely and you will hear Los Straitjackets do some tongue-in-cheek instrumental versions. In the intimacy of Daryl’s they will blow the roof off, and if Daryl himself made an appearance . . . whoa!

Jack Birner has this new article just published in Metascience.

This looks like it may well be a cracking read. I do appreciate Ken’s quality of mind as per his chat with the Gad Father.
Another classic from The Chap this time, issue 15. I trust that you chaps are also monitoring the encroaching vulgarity that I noticed corroding Jermyn Street. Long live anarcho-dandyism!


Russ Roberts chats with Taleb about his latest book Skin in the Game, my copy due to be in my hands tomorrow.

Birthday boy in conversation with Terry Gross.
And he say, hey, Bobby, come here a minute. And I froze – came back. Hey, oh man, I didn’t see you. He said I loved the way you did the song. I think it’s fantastic. And I felt really good. I said oh, I’m glad you really like it, Mr. Bennett. And that was it.

On the eve of the annual (and in decline) luvvy virtue-signaling regress-fest, there still stands Charlotte Rampling who, along with Catherine Deneuve, have timeless and towering unalloyed class, dignity, elegance and, most importantly, critical faculties — unlike the pompous half-baked cause du jour “celeb” types who are superficially deep, but deep down, are superficial! This documentary, clearly done on Rampling’s terms, powerfully shows up the Hollywood fuckwittery of trying to arrest the aging process. For me Rampling’s most memorable performance is still in The Night Porter, and though pretty much universally decried in the day, at least it could be made, a time when transgressive art could exist side-by-side with bread and circus idiocy. Of course, she trusted her co-lead Dirk Bogard, who arguably had the greatest transgressive acting career of all and yet who started out as matinée fluff. Rampling really did/does have THE look and she is acutely aware of it — but she also has integrity and a finely tuned talent.