Some people, I suppose, consider the sort of person they would like to be. I, on the other hand, tend to think about what sort of person I do not want to be. The trouble is, I have been each of those people at some point in my lifetime. I wanted to share some thoughts about three of these anti-aspirational targets. I do this, oddly, in the context of thinking about everyone’s favorite obsession these days, which is of course AI.
Escalator Man
The year is 1982, and young Tim is in San Francisco by himself, excitedly heading into the giant underground convention space known as Brooks Hall. This was years before such niceties as Moscone Center existed, and the West Coast Computer Faire was still quite young, as was I.
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