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Of Spheres And Shapes

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There’s a lot to consider these days regarding intelligence and consciousness. I’ve developed my own thoughts over time, as we all have to some degree, but few of us it seems have the time or inclination to really sit and think about such things.

What separates us from other forms of life on the planet? Only we have excised ourselves from the rest of life on the planet as far as we know, and that’s fairly narcissistic of our species, a species where we accuse individuals of our species of narcissism – which must mean that they’re pretty bad if they merit a diagnosis rather than suffer armchair psychologists around the world.

When we boil down what reality is for us, it’s all derived from our senses. We look, we smell, we touch and we listen – these are our inputs, and from it we develop a model of the world within what we call our minds, which we blame our brains for. Yet there are other senses we have related to our own bodies and how we physically and emotionally feel at any given time, and influences how we perceive the world.

How that interacts with others is akin, if not the same thing, as a ‘sphere of influence’ – something my father often talked about, since he had heard about spheres of influence somewhere: I’d read all the same books he had, sometimes even before he got finished reading them. I don’t know where he was introduced to the concept, but the concept is worth fleshing out in an era where we’re all data streams to fund some billionaire’s stab at a version of success that seems disassociated with the rest of the planet.

It is always fashionable to point out others live in bubbles, and saying that billionaires live in bubbles doesn’t let us off the hook. Some people admire the bubbles and want to get into a bubble – a sphere with that much influence.

I’ve been listening to Lex Fridman podcasts on YouTube in the background off and on over the past month, and I forget in which of them he mentioned that he wanted to use his influence for good in an election year, or in some other thing, and I admired his honesty in that and worried that his own sphere wasn’t broad enough to truly have an effect I would desire. Often he seems a supportive role in whomsoever he talks to. I forced myself to listen to his episode with Elon Musk – at least one of them, they seem to talk offline a lot – and in that podcast there seemed a lot of soft pitches to Musk, and much of it was nothing more than what I call an advertorial.

To his credit, the casual listener may not have picked up on that with Musk, and those who want to be like Musk (in whatever way) wouldn’t want to notice it, but as someone who is not impressed with Musk, I forced myself to listen to the interview and be as objective as possible. Musk, like everyone else, wants to make the world a better place, but the way that he sees the world is often incompatible with reality in my mind. That being said, I listened and found myself mildly impressed with how human he came across. Yet when I thought through everything, it was a mildly entertaining soft pitch for Grok throughout, while not actually challenging Musk.

The comments on the video were quite supportive of Musk. It’s a hit. Lex Fridman, then, would see how many views the episode had, read the comments, and think it was all wonderful – but having listened to many of these sessions, and watching the body language in the videos, some of those interviewed (and I include Musk) weren’t really challenged and where criticism of them was either ignored or simply peacefully bridged, as if the opinions didn’t matter.

And yet, there were gems, like this one with Sara Walker. It’s long, it’s worth it, and while she does seem to have what I call a ‘Valley Girl vocal tic’ which I generally don’t find endearing and often have trouble taking seriously. ‘Fer shure!’ and stuff like that have been grossly overdone with shallow movies, and isn’t something I hear often outside of that context – but she is amazingly well thought, and like me, she likes playing with words (and also like me, apparently, doesn’t think in words).

It was a soft pitch for her upcoming book, too, but in this context – and I’ll give Musk credit for saying this, paraphrased – advertising that is contextual to what a person wants or needs at a time is content. Well, maybe, it depends on how the want or need was created. It happens that she was talking about things that I was thinking about and she randomly popped up in YouTube. If you’re interested in that sort of thing, watch the video. She’s quite well thought on all of this. She’s someone I wouldn’t mind having coffee with, if she could put up with my speaking style – I imagine it works both ways. Regardless of how Sara Walker says it, she says a lot worth listening to1.

When ideas collide in the ether between we humans, it’s because of language communicating a common concept between people. It can be between two people, and that develops a common language. It can happen within a group of people who work or play with the same things, which gives us lingos. On rare occasions, these lingos – words or acronyms – can go mainstream, as the meme about memes did by Richard Dawkins. And even then they can be curtailed by languages2, and when it transcends language, it hits very mainstream.

This all fits really well with the concepts that Pierre Levy has communicate in his own way over the decades brilliantly. Being more steeped in being multilingual than I, reading his works was at first challenging.

One of the beautiful things that Levy writes on is IEML, a semantic language he created that has challenged me more than I have had the capacity to challenge it. I have yet to see someone come up with an equivalency, which may exist. I have also yet to see anyone approach a lot of knowledge management in the same regard, particularly in an age where Large Language Models are also ‘Literal Language Models’.

These spheres of influence are telling. Pierre Levy resides mainly in academia, and AI resides in the mouths of people marketing stuff that while initially impressive has demonstrated more and more that it can regurgitate the opinions of others based on what it has read. This marketers have celebrated as a success, and this I have seen as a limitation that more data is not going to solve.

‘Spheres of Influence’ also… aren’t spheres. They are shaped by what we are exposed to, and when people focus on one aspect I describe it as wobbling, because these ‘spheres’ spin, and it’s convenient to talk about spheres since they are so perfect – but we are not perfect, we have our biases, some of us delve deeply into subjects and change our centers drastically. People who are more open minded would be more fluid, like water, and those who are closed minded can be like concrete.

It’s something to consider when we assess intelligence, consciousness, or our own lives – and what we’re being sold, or what we’re being told should be important to us.

This kind of stuff is part of the basis of the novel I’ve been working on. Would love to hear more from others, though my own sphere of influence on the internet is not that large. Comment below.

  1. Her book comes out in August 2024, and I’ll get a copy because of how she expressed what she did: “Life as No One Knows It: The Physics of Life’s Emergence”. I didn’t agree with everything she said, and that’s exactly why she’s worth reading for me. I may not know enough. 🙂 ↩︎
  2. I prefer the Spanish word idioma for language – it seems much more sensible to me as it encapsulates dialects as well. ↩︎

Blink.

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"The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words." - Philip K. Dick

There’s been so much going on in the world that is disturbing that I disconnected for a while – not out of disdain, but out of the acknowledgement that there’s not much I can do about things I wish I could do something about.

The Internet can be like that scene from Clockwork Orange, where eyelids seem taped open to get us to react to some things in more ‘approved of’ ways1.

I closed myself off from the world for a while, and I’m the better for it. I hung out with some new friends and completely forgot about things that others have not had the luxury to forget about in war zones. The reality is that most of us are not in war zones. The reality is that most of us have that luxury, and we waste it getting upset over things we cannot directly impact.

I wish we could.

Sometimes, we need to blink.

In this last languorous blink, I made a few decisions.

I’ll be planning one post a week on RealityFragments.com – which means I get to think about it over the week while I work on the book. I plan on that to be on Sundays – so subscribers, I expect it will be more worthwhile to read one solid post rather than trying to keep up frenetically with a world…

A world where we should blink more.

  1. Of course, that movie was an exploration of a different sort of punishment for violent crime that somehow managed to humanize someone who had dehumanized others. However, that particular scene, was a pivot point and is reminiscent of how many of us consume media. ↩︎

The LLM Copilot is More of a Companion.

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I almost forgot to write something here today. I’ve been knocking out scenes and finding the limitations of the LLM as I go along, which is great.

The particular LLM I’m working with is llama3 which I’ve tweaked and saved as I’ve worked with it.

It’s fun because it sucks.

It can handle about 500-1000 words easy to analyze at a time – figure a scene at a time. Meanwhile, it forgets all the other scenes it has seen. It does ask pretty decent questions within the scene, which is a nice way to make sure that the parts it can’t answer are the ones you don’t want the reader to be able to answer yet. It echoes the questions a reader might ask – if they have memory issues.

It’s terrible, however, at following along with what was previously written. Despite saving, etc, it just lumbers along thinking each chunk of text is all by itself, and maybe some of the things you had written before. It mixes up character names as an example.

I’ve come to think of it as a funny mirror for writing. It kinda gets it, but not really. I’m happy with that. I’m the writer, it’s just a funny mirror I bounce ideas off of.

It never comes up with original ideas – how could it? It’s trained on things that have been written before, and sure, it can string words together in ways that can impress some people – but it strings together words just so based on what it has seen before.

It lacks imagination, vision, and because of that, it’s terrible for any form of long form prose. Maybe some LLMs are better at it, but I’m perfectly happy with it not being good at imagination and vision.

That’s my job.

What it does do, even when it screws up – especially when it screws up – is keeps me on task. I don’t know how many other people have that particular issue, but if you do, LLMs are pretty good for that, for developing characters, and… shaking your head at.

Is it worth the trouble of installing a LLM? I don’t know. For me, I think so. Having a goofy tool asking dumb questions is handy.

Writing With a LLM Co-Pilot

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I wouldn’t characterize myself as an advocate for AI. I’m largely skeptical and remain so. Still, with generative AI all over and clogging up self-publishing with it’s slop, it’s impossible to ignore.

I’ve embarked on a quest to see whether generative AI that is available can help me in various ways. One of these ways is with writing, not in generating text but helping me write.

Since I don’t really want companies that own AI to have visibility into what I consider my original work, I installed my own LLM (easy enough) and set about experimenting. With it local, on my machine, I had control of it and felt safer sharing my thoughts and ideas with it.

I wondered how I would use it. So I tried it out. This idea I’ve been working into a novel needed a start, and yesterday I got that done with some assistance. It’s advice on writing wasn’t bad, and helped me be more of an active voice by nagging me a bit when I had it look at my work – like a good editor, though not a replacement for a human editor.

The general theme I go with when writing is get the draft done and re-read it later. Yesterday, I sweated it out over about 1,000 words of an introduction to the novel with foreshadowing and introductions of some of the characters who had placeholder names. Names in the context of the novel seemed pretty important to me, so it was sort of a ‘hold back’ on allowing me to write more fluidly – a peculiarity I have.

The LLM did provide me with names to pick from based on what I gave it, and I researched it on my own – and lo! – that was finally done. I had to rewrite some parts so that it flowed better, which I must admit it seemed to once I took the LLM’s advice, though it does nag a bit on some style issues.

All in all, it was a productive day. I treated the LLM as something I could spitball with, and it worked out pretty well. This seems like a reasonable use case while not letting it actually write anything, since a LLM is trained on a lot of text.

I’d tap out a few paragraphs, and paste it into the LLM to see what it thought, and it would be helpful. Since I was doing this as I wrote, it commented on the story as I went along and noticed things I had not, giving inputs like, “There is potential for tension between the characters here that might be worth exploring.”

Of course, it does seem to be equipped with a Genuine People Personality. It sometimes comes across as a bubbly personality that can grate on my nerves.

Much of what I did yesterday I could have done without it, but I think it saved me some time, and I’m more confident of that introduction as well. It is nice that I can be alone writing and have a tool that I can spitball ideas with as I go along. Is it for everyone? I don’t know. I can only tell you how I believe it helps me. At least I know it’s not going to blabber my ideas to someone else.

As I use it in other ways, I’ll re-evaluate subscriptions I have to AI services like Chat-GPT. I don’t need to be bleeding edge, I just want something that works for me. In the end, that’s how we should be measuring any technology.

Experimenting With LLM.

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I’ve installed AIs locally so I can do my own experimentation without signaling to tech bros what I’m doing. I’m trying to get away from the subscription models that they’re selling.

I’m auditioning various models to find strengths and weaknesses, mainly to help me with infoglut. So much of what is written on the internet is just a new rendition of the same crap, particularly with AI these days, and to find the things that are new, or reveal something new from the same information.

If you want to know how to do this yourself, it’s not hard, and it costs nothing. I wrote up a quick ‘How To install your own LLM’ here.

This requires training a model. Presently I’ve been training Llama3. It has been a little too bubbly for my taste, but after a day and reading a few books from Gutenberg.org, I fired it up this morning and this happened.

Now, it remembers who I am, which is always nice, but I decided to ask it what I should call it. It’s answer is interesting. By saving the model after our interactions, it is learning to a degree – but, it’s not human, and no, I know it’s not actually intelligent. But it has been an interesting endeavor.

I’ve fed it some of my writing, and it called me out on not using enough active voice. That’s a good tip.

In all, the overall plan is to have it do some of the heavy lifting in dealing with infoglut. I spend way too much time daily reading stuff that isn’t worth reading because I don’t know it’s not worth reading until I’ve read it.

The plan is to outsource to ‘Teslai’, or whatever LLM model I choose in the future. By allowing it to get to know me – not something I would do with a LLM controlled by someone else – it might be able to tailor things better for me, not based on what I used to like, but based on the patterns it finds in my own behavior. And even then, like anything else, a healthy dose of salt with it.

Remembering Robin.

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It’s a funny thing. Because of the last post I was thinking of people who were strategists in my life, people who thought ahead a distance beyond most, anticipating things, ready for things… You can read about people, but knowing people is a very different thing.

There are a few in my life that I’ve known well that were strategists. One was my Uncle Robin, my father’s brother. He was a thinker and planner, which is why he and my father may not have always gotten along very well, and why he and I did.

And then I had a fond memory.

Now, when I grew up and Uncle Robin and I grew close again, Uncle Robin was on a trip with his new wife in Florida. I had some money for him.

I had a car with a busted transmission at the time and didn’t have enough cash on hand. Uncle Robin loaned me a few hundred bucks, and I wanted to get it back to him.

I met up with him, met his wife, and the hotel had someone playing classical piano. We went downstairs, and he and I sat and sipped scotch, didn’t say a word, and just drank in the piano. It was Mozart.

He and I talked then a bit about our favorite composers. I was more of a Mozart person, he was more of a Bach person. I’m walking him to the elevator before I get a cup of coffee. He’s had much more scotch than I. He stops by the elevator, turns perpendicular to me with his head shifted down, and says, “Your execution improved.” We laughed.

One of the earliest stories he and I had was in his mother’s house. It was my first few months in Trinidad – about age 9 – and there was a rat that would run the top of the open air walls in the old colonial style house. It is an old wooden house, it stands to this day, but there was this enormous rat that would just run around at certain times.

The funny thing is the rat didn’t show back up after that, my grandmother was pleased that the rat was gone and whenever the rat came up in conversation with her, he just quietly laughed and said nothing to her about the entire thing.

I noticed the times. Uncle Robin had a clock on the wall I used to time the rat. It bothered me. They’d laid out poison, but this rat didn’t seem to find it.

If you’ve ever built a model made of plastic, you’ll know you’re stuck with this plastic piping where the parts come from. I had decided I was going to kill the rat, and using that and some string borrowed from somewhere or more likely someone, I would sit in the rocking chair and wait, and when he crossed the path of it I would jerk the string and bring him hurtling down to the floor.

In retrospect, it wasn’t a great plan. It was a bit naive.

Uncle Robin walks in, sits at his seat at the table behind me. He looks at my little trap. “So you’re going to kill the rat?”

“Yes Uncle”

“When it comes down, what will you do?”

I raised the hammer so he could see it.

“Then?”

He was always the one who asked, “And then?”. One of his quirks.

I pointed at the open door to the front of the house. My trap was above it. “I’ll kick it out the front door, it will fall down the stairs and I’ll get some paper towels to clean it up.”

You see, when I had a plan, I had a plan. It was thorough. Not entirely good, but thorough.

He made one of his sounds – sort of like a grunt, but with an inflection at the end. “Do you think your grandmother would be more upset that you killed the rat than she is now about the rat?”

Well, hell. She didn’t like the rat which was the whole reason I went through all of this.

As I’m processing that, the rat runs, and pre-programmed, my arm jerks. The rat comes tumbling down and I’m already rushing forward with the hammer when…

The rat falls on my head and bounces out the front door. In the fracas, I drop the hammer on my toe and fall backwards away from the rat. There I was, on my back, holding my toe.

I hear my Uncle laughing quietly, and he says, “The plan worked as well as all plans, but you need to work on your execution.” Continued soft laughter and the sound of a newspaper page turning.

He remembered that after all those years when it had fallen from my mind.

I was really glad I remembered that. He was a little weird, a little eccentric, very much misunderstood, a person who enjoyed his isolation and was a little jealous sometimes that other people connected so easily while for him it was more work, and who wants to work when you can drink scotch and listen to good music?

I miss that guy. Nobody even bothered to tell me when he died. Bunch of jerks.

Killing Off the Geese that Lay Golden Eggs

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We all know the story of the goose that laid the golden eggs, and the idiot who killed the golden goose got no more golden eggs. It’s been considered good practice not to kill something that is producing important things for you1.

This is what some companies are doing, though, when it comes to AI. I pointed out here that companies have been doing it before AI, too, though in the example of HuffPost the volunteers who once contributed to it’s success simply got left out in the cold.

It is a cold world we live in, and colder each day. Yet more people are being impacted by generative AI companies, from writing to voice acting to deepfakes of mentionable people doing unmentionable things.

Who would contribute content willingly to any endeavor when it could simply be used to replace them? OK, aside from idiots, who else?

I did hear a good example, though. Someone who is doing research and is getting paid to do it has no issue with his work being used to train an AI, and I understood his position immediately: He’s making enough, and the point of doing research is to have it used. But, as I pointed out, he gets paid, and while I don’t expect he’s got billions in the bank, I’d say that once he’s still getting paid to do research, all will be well for him.

Yet not all of us are. Everyone seems intent on the golden eggs except the geese that can lay them. If you can lay golden eggs, you don’t need to go kill geese looking for them… and dead geese…. because it seems that tech bros need reminding… dead geese do not lay eggs.

  1. I’ve often wondered if this didn’t start Hindus not eating beef, as Indian cuisine relies heavily on the products of the cow – so a poor family killing a cow for meat would not make sense. Maybe not, but it’s plausible. ↩︎

Wanted: Another Renaissance.

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It’s hard not to feel at least a little dismayed every day these days. It seems that the news is full of headlines that twist knives of fear in our fragile human hearts. We’re largely kept pretty busy simply maintaining our own lives.

Food and shelter are as needed now as they were needed when our ancestors first slithered from the primordial ooze. Our bodies did not evolve to stand our environment, instead we wore the skins of those that had. We did not evolve to consume abundant vegetation, so we ate those that do, yet our bodies did not evolve to become predators.

In fact, compared to most animals on the planet, our bodies aren’t that evolved to suit the planet at all – we’ve been ‘cheating’ with technology, appropriating as much as we can from others on our planet. Our technology has evolved faster than we have, our impact on the planet has evolved more than we have, and our technology is not really being used to reduce that impact.

We communicated, we coordinated, and we took on greater tasks. Oral cultures formed and passed down information from generation to generation, but there were flaws with this sometimes as we played the telephone game (or Chinese Whispers) across time. Contexts changed. We figured out how to write things down – to literally set things in stone. From there we found more and more portable ways to write.

Imagine the announcements of tech companies back then: “New stone allows more words on it for the weight and the size! Less oxen needed to pull! They will pay for themselves!” and later, “Use Papyrus! Have a stone-free library!”

So at first only those who were literate were allowed to participate in writing, but more and more people became literate despite those who once controlled written language. In a few thousand years, we managed to spread literacy pretty well across humanity, and the cacophony of it began to build on the Internet.

And yet we ourselves still haven’t really evolved that much. We’re basically still living in caves, though our cave technology has increased to a level where we have portable caves and caves we stack on top of each other to great heights.

We’re still basically pretty much the same with more of us, and our technology almost provides enough for everyone, maybe, but our great civilization on the planet is hardly homogeneous in that regard. Most people can point to a place where people have less or more than themselves, and the theory of hard work allowing people to progress seems flawed.

Now that so many people can write, they get on social media and jibber-jabber about the things that they like, most of it just being sending packets of information around through links – some not reading what they pass along because it has a catchy headline that meets their confirmation bias. Others have learned how to keep people talking about things, or to start people talking about things, and despite having the capacity to think for themselves, they only talk about what they’re manipulated into talking about.

Our feeds fill with things that we fear. Election years have become increasingly about fear rather than hope – any hope is based on fear, and people just twist in place, paralyzed by a lack of options. The idea that we could, for example, have women control their bodies and not fund a foreign government’s version of Manifest Destiny. We could have a better economy and better healthcare that isn’t wrapped in a sinkhole of people making bets on our health and forcing us to do the same – insurance companies. We could do a lot of things, if people simply trod their own minds more thoughtfully.

We’re insanely busy getting the latest technology because… well, technology is what we have to evolve since we haven’t. Tech companies are the new politicians, making campaign promises with each new release. It can’t be ‘new and improved‘ – pick one; you can only improve on the old.

They promise us more productivity, implying that we’ll have more time to ourselves in our caves drawing on the walls when we spend more and more time being productive for someone else. We’re told this is good, and some of us believe it, and some of us tire of the bullshit we believed for so long.

We could use another renaissance, if only so that people begin thinking for themselves in a time when AI promises to do their writing – and their thinking.

A Moment Between Worlds.

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I have been living in two very different worlds lately.

The world I share with you has been full of violence, protest, nonsensical conflations and corporations taking advantage of individuals. It’s dystopian, and the only real commodity worth trading in a species that likes trading everything else is hope. Yet hope is often weaponized as a way to get the mob to do as others wish. I’ve lived long enough to see the fruition of false promises, and I’ve lived short enough to still be seduced by hope sometimes.

The world that I will share with you when I get done with it views our humble little blue dot from a distance, through many different lenses. It’s been hard to get there over the past week, but when I get there I stay longer. Everything is better there, because everything is different there. In writing this fiction, this world that I enjoy creating and manipulating, maybe it will allow the readers respite from the world we share. It’s certainly big enough for everyone, I made sure of that.

Our universe is really, really big and we forget that too often, that we actually do have larger issues to contend with as a species than who called who what name, what boundaries dead people set on flat maps of a round world, and why someone farting in court should be newsworthy. From that other world, we’re all raving lunatics, watching people who get dressed up to go to events escaping reality in their own way and then imposing it upon them and then complaining that they did go and didn’t say things we agree with.

I simply don’t understand why people gave them the platform in the first place, but I expect it’s about the same escapism, living vicariously through people we put on pedestals. Fortunately, just about all the people I have on pedestals are dead and every year the pedestals have gotten shorter. Manipulating them to do what we want seems more democratic than the insults to democracy that we call democracy in all these countries. By all means, take your attention away from them – but don’t blame them for the attention you gave them in the first place. Maybe you grew a little and their pedestals have simply become shorter. That’s not their fault. You’ve simply outgrown them – maybe – because if the intent is to hurt them, you still have them on your mind.

From a distance, we all seem silly. Even me.

Between A Rock…

Yesterday I found a nice rock. I’m not kidding. I liked the rock. In front of people who respect me, I picked up the rock because I had plans for the rock. A rock. It’s silly. I saw some potential in it, the handful of quartz with sedimentary sandstone in parts of it.

I soaked it in water overnight after teasing some of the sediment out with a bit of wire. People are generating crappy content all this time with generative AIs, and here I was working on a rock. I went to the hardware store and bought small diamond files and tools for scraping out the sandstone from the rock, giving me holes that I will someday run roots from a bonsai through. I saw that in the rock yesterday before I picked it up, and this morning I banged that rock against another rock to break it along the sandstone fault lines, so that the rock will fit in one of the bonsai pots.

It certainly beat looking at the news. The news is definitely a hard place right now, and there’s not much I can do where I can see a tangible difference. Thus, it seems, I went back to humanity’s roots and was banging rocks together.

That’s a little insane. I do hope the nebari of the tree I pick will work with this stone. It will be the hard place from which the tree seems to grow. Like me. Like you. Like everything else on this wonderful blue dot I enjoy more and more from a distance than I do through the windows of technology.

We Need To…

the world around us, even when it’s painful, even when we have an escape, because to grok the world around us is to grok the need for escape – and what better than escape than to make the world into a place we want to escape to? Why can’t we do that instead?

I wish I knew the answer, though it seems so many don’t understand that there is a question in the first place.

What’s In A Name

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Yesterday, as I did some errands, I encountered a young woman whose name tag read, “Secret”.

We had a few moments to chat, and I casually mentioned that her name probably caused her some issues: If someone asked her name, and she said, “It’s Secret”, I can imagine a very problematic discourse.

She responded that it seemed to waste a lot of time. I understand that, having had to spell my name and spell it way too often only to see and hear it butchered afterwards, but her name had the luxury of being a simple English word.

I don’t know why she was named so. I like the name. We should all be ‘Secret’, in fact we all are, wearing different masks with different people.

Even so, imagination can run wild with someone named ‘Secret’. Why did her parents choose that name? Was she a Secret? If so, she has not been a well kept secret, and yet she seemed a well kept Secret. In our short interaction where someone could be easily offended, she wasn’t, likely because she had had the conversation so many times before. She was thoughtful in her response, demure, and amused.

She was probably also a little happy to see someone read her name and didn’t just treat her like someone who handed them stuff. All too often people who wear name tags are ignored, and it simply takes a moment to treat a human being as another human being. We’re all stuck on this planet, after all, despite some misguided thoughts of moving to an inhospitable Mars by some.

I imagine when it comes to her online privacy, having ‘Secret’ as a name is a little confusing to people who look at the world through the lenses of Big Data. “Is her name a secret? Did she just fill out her name that way so as not to be tracked?”

Maybe we should all be ‘Secret’, or variations of.