"WHITE WITH KNOBBLY BITS" ...

... that's what The Old Girl said yesterday and I had to double check that she wasn't talking about me!

She was of course referring to my new chair that I'm going to use in my study her office.

This chair I like and it's a hell of a lot better than the one that I'm taking to the tip shop soon.

I think she's a bit jealous because I went to the furniture shop on my own and made the selection without her input.

Admittedly I could have done with her input when I went on my own to PB Tech and bought the chair mats. Camouflage isn't the best pattern. I should have just bought a clear plastic one.

The chair, I'm sure you want to know is very comfortable and the hydraulics work even though I assembled it myself (the old one gradually sank down when sat on). I'm confident that it will contribute to some (more) excellent posts.

"HELLO IT'S ME ..."

We don't have a landline anymore having entered into new broadband and cellphone contracts when moving into the new house. Up north the contract we had included a landline which didn't work very well and it seems that the only people who called us on it were scammers and Spark themselves. We decided to abandon this option.

We still have phones on the walls here though.

There are three of them - one for each level. It turns out that they are an integrated intercom system whereby visitors ringing the doorbell can ask to be let in (or otherwise) and contact can be made internally from one level to another. Neat eh?

I experimented with it yesterday, calling The Old Girl from the garage level to the top bedroom level and asking for a cup of tea. This would have necessitated her going down one floor to the kitchen, making a cuppa and carrying it down another level to me. You can imagine her reply!

"At least I can say that I tried".

WINDFALL?

 

I received an email from an auction house yesterday telling me that our item had sold and that, after costs, $4000 would be deposited in my bank account. Suspecting a scam of some sort I accessed our bank account and, sure enough, $4,023 had been deposited.

I didn't reply to the email but instead, looked up the phone number of the auction house in Auckland and rang them asking if a (name of person who sent the email) worked for them. After a delay I was told that no such person worked there. I forwarded the email to a company email address the spokesperson gave me and then contacted my banks fraud department.

The bank confirmed that a payment had been made but that there did not appear to be sufficient information as to where the money came from. I sought, and was given, assurances that our money in various accounts was safe. They advised to do nothing further and wait until after the long weekend when the bank would contact me.

After this call I received another email from the auction house, this time from the financial controller (the previous person identified as an assistant financial controller) assuring me that there was no scam and that it was human error. He asked if we could return the money to them.

Shortly afterwards I received another email from the auction house, this time from a third person identifying as another assistant financial controller, providing their bank account details and asking me to process a payment back to them.

I did a Google search on the people involved and their connection to the auction house. The second and third people came up as being employees but the first one who initiated the correspondence did not. There is no record of any such person - not via Google searches anyway. I find this strange and will wait it out. I also added an extra level of security to our bank access.

Money scams, and I'm not saying that this is one, operate by dropping money into a person's account 'by accident' and then asking for the money back via a bank to bank transfer. How they make money is that they, as soon as the transfer is complete, somehow have the original deposit ($4000) cancelled so that the dupe - me in this case - would be out by that amount. They often do this during night hours or on national holidays. The email and bank deposit in this case happened just before 5pm (closing time) yesterday just before the Waitangi long weekend. As such there were enough warning bells for me to have responded the way I did. It might be seen to be overreacting but hey! Better to be safe than sorry.

OK, LET'S GO

We've had guests staying the last couple of days who have, along with The Old Girl been using my study which she claims is her office! This meant that blogging has been 'out of bounds'.

Well that's over now and the guests have gone, The Old Girl has gone to work and I'm in the office study. Let's go!

...... Um, what to write about? The other blogs don't provide inspiration. Richard has gone back to fingering and Robert is waiting for the call to go to Feilding or not - hardly the stuff of ripostes, rejoinders and retorts.

I know - I'll tell you about the computer chair mats I bought. That'll cheer you up.

No prizes for guessing that The Old Girl's chair and mat are on the right. "I'm not having that old camouflage one Matey" she said when I came home with them and nabbed the colourful one.

Well, that's it for the mats I'm afraid. My computer chair is stuffed however and I've bought a new one that will be delivered early next week. I'll be able to write a post about that when it arrives.

Go out and enjoy the sunshine in the meantime. That's what I'm about to do.

THEY'RE HERE!

    

Well, maybe more like this:

I've complained about the dangerous rise of AI over the last couple of years and that if the growth goes unchecked there will be serious consequences for us all.

I'm already pissed off at AI generated news reports and documentaries where the lazy reporter or film maker uses AI text and worse, gets AI to search for images in support. When it comes to historical documentaries the AI generated photographs and film clips usually bear little relation to the narrative. It's annoying but increasingly more prevalent.

We already know of AI putting people out of work in journalism, PR, marketing and IT services but increasingly there are encroachments into all clerical positions, legal institutions and even medicine.

 This is in the 'white collar' areas. In the 'blue collar' areas AI inspired robotics are increasingly putting manual labourers out of work and anything involving physical work is being replaced. Robotics have been around for decades in manufacturing (look at the car assembly business) but now smarter robotics drive cars, trains, planes and ships. In another decade or two there will be massive worldwide unemployment.

You'd think that we are ready for it but sadly, no, we are not. Supporting out of job workers isn't the norm except for the best socialist countries but even these will be swamped. Anti-socialist countries like USA will get a massive wake-up call soon and it will be their own own fault. For too long they have equated social support programmes with communism and haven't put in proper unemployment programmes, public housing initiatives and medicare assistance.

I read yesterday an interesting article in The Hill which raises red fags about the rise of AI.

It's well worth reading but here are some useful outtakes: (American spelling and unusual grammar left in for your annoyance).

•  "The AI revolution is here, and it’s gutting entire sectors with hurricane force. This isn’t an industrial transition, nor a replay of mechanization or globalization. It is a technological rupture of a different magnitude. Machines replacing not only muscle but cognition itself: judgment, pattern recognition, reasoning. And it’s advancing at a pace that outstrips legislation, labor markets, and political capacity, moving faster than most in government are willing to admit.

• Change doesn’t arrive gradually but in overwhelming waves. First, it replaces what we dismiss as “menial” cognitive work — call centers, customer service, scheduling, transcription. That phase is already underway. Then it moves into clerical roles, basic accounting, paralegal research, routine journalism, marketing copy, and compliance work. Those jobs are next. After that, no profession is spared, not even software engineering itself.

• Within a few years, AI systems will complete monthlong programming projects in hours. When that happens, junior developers will be removed rather than retrained. Teams will shrink. Entire layers will vanish. If the people who build the systems can be replaced by the systems, then no white-collar profession should feel insulated.

• Lay out the timeline honestly, and it becomes terrifying. In 2026, AI replaces support roles. In 2027, it consumes administrative and clerical work. By 2028, it’s performing serious professional tasks at scale. By the early 2030s, much of white-collar America may no longer be necessary to the current economic structure.

• The United States has no plan. None. No labor transition strategy. No reskilling conveyor belt capable of operating at this speed. No serious public conversation about income decoupled from employment. Just vague chatter about “innovation,” paired with the familiar promise that new jobs will somehow appear, as they always have.

• A society where tens of millions are unemployable is not a sign of free-market success but a powder keg. You can’t preach personal responsibility to a population for whom responsibility has been rendered economically irrelevant. You can’t defend social order while ignoring the conditions that make order possible.

•  The social consequences of mass displacement — crime, despair, radicalization, resentment — spread. They destabilize everything conservatives claim to want to conserve.

• We are approaching a moment where the question is no longer whether AI will replace jobs, but how a democratic society survives when it does. That conversation needs to begin now, while there is still time to shape policy deliberately rather than in panic. The country is already near a breaking point, marked by diminishing trust in institutions, the presidency and even one another. Some will argue that things could improve. They might, but it’s increasingly unlikely. For that reason, waiting is a luxury the country no longer has."

CRIMESCENE REVISITED*

 * With apologies to Evelyn Waugh.

"I need a console table to put the downstairs TV on matey" said The Old Girl today. We measured the site and she decided that a tall and narrow table 1200mm high, 250mm deep and 1100mm wide would do the trick. I expressed scepticism that such an item would be hard to find. She went on-line and found a couple of options. I pointed out that these were on Chinese sites purporting to be NZ companies and that there would be likely:

• A long delay to get the product
• The product would be made of shoddy materials
• The site might be a pain in the arse site like the Dick Smith's one.

I volunteered to go out shopping for the required bit of furniture. I went first to the local furniture outlet where we bought lounge and dining room furniture, then I went to two op shops in Taranaki Street before going to Harvey Norman's in Tory Street. I then drove out to Lyall Bay to The Warehouse where we bought the study desks and then to Bunnings. All with no result. Bummer! I hate to say it but I might agree to her buying something on-line from one of those 'Chinese' sites.

Don't get me wrong - they aren't all scam sites and Temu is large and reliable but often the model that they use is to promote an item as if it is in their local warehouse, take your money and then place an order to be shipped from China, Vietnam or another Asian country. This causes delay and, except for Temu there is virtually no customer service. The worst is Dick Smith's (owned by Kogan).

We will wait and see.

On the way to and from the Lyall Bay warehouse shopping precinct near the Parrotdog bar that Richard drove us to yesterday I passed the site where Richard DROVE THE WRONG BLOODY WAY DOWN A SECTION OF THE TURNING AREA! I bypassed this and went down the proper lane and, on returning drove the right way ON THE SAME BIT OF ROAD THAT RICHARD DANGEROUSLY, CARELESSLY AND NEGLIGENTLY TOOK A SHORT CUT ON! It was only a matter of mere hours previously that he did this and it could have meant a head on collision between my Toyota Corolla and his Nissan Note. Now I know that the Toyota would have fared better in a collision with the Nissan but I worry about the old guy as he seems to take instructions from his car that are in Japanese. He doesn't speak or understand Japanese. Worse still he answers the female Japanese voice that gives him som kind of instructions. This is a worry.

I thought that by relocating to Wellington, by dint of proximity, I'd be able to shape and sharpen up the other old bloggers. Sadly this hasn't happened ... yet.

I don't want to have to move again as this shift from Stuart Road to Cuba Street and Cuba Street to Hobson Street has just about killed me. Our household possessions went from Stuart Road to both Cuba Street and two garages at a Newland's storage depot. Then they went from Newland's to Hobson Street (thanks for the help Richard) and now some items are going from Hobson Street to a temporary storage depot on Thorndon Quay. Sheesh!

Anyway - back to the old boogers, sorry bloggers. 

Richard has adopted Chinese and Indian mythology and deism and fancies himself as the Monkey God.

Robert, ever the Catholic traditionalist fancies himself as Jesus Christ.

I think these guys have been left on their own too long and just hope that it's not too late to save them.

MALA

 I walked to the New World Thorndon supermarket in Murphy Street this afternoon with my shopping buggy in tow.

It's only the next street over but I needed the buggy to carry home a 6 pack of beer and 6 bottles of wine.

On the way back I got caught up in an anti American imperialism in Latin America protest march. The US embassy is between Hobson Street and Murphy Street. The marchers were orderly and shouted out anti American sentiments which admittedly I agree with. A small police presence walked alongside them.

Near the US embassy I saw security (spy) cameras which would have recorded the marchers, using facial recognition software. I guess me, the old guy at the end of the procession was recorded too which will limit any future opportunity of entering those united? states of America. - not that I have any intention of ever doing so again.

"Make America Latin Again"

FEELING BETTER

I made an appointment at the doctors' surgery this morning. The receptionist asked if Doctor Yang at 2.30 would be suitable. I was tempted to say that I thought it was a doctors' surgery and not a dentists' but then thought that if she didn't come from Wainouiomata she would be unaware of those old jokes. Also, you never know what might be considered to be racist nowadays. The doctor's surgery is very close being a 5 minute walk to the next street over.

I then walked to The Terrace to Awanui Labs to provide blood and a urine sample.

At the 2.30 consultation Doctor Yang did a whole series of tests on me after a long discussion of my dizziness symptoms and concluded that it was very, very unlikely that I had a TIA (mini stroke) on Tuesday but most likely had raised blood pressure and dehydration from the extreme physical efforts I'd been undertaking over the last week. Living in a 3 level house is nice for space and views but a bugger when carrying up furniture and heavy boxes. His measurements showed that I'm still in AF as usual but my blood oxygen levels and blood pressure and pulse were back to normal. Whew!

I'm feeling a lot better this evening but a lot of that has to do with the reassurance.

I really hope that Richard's condition improves and that his 'readings' are normal.

With regard to old jokes

THINGS YOU DIDN'T KNOW WERE TRUE - PART FOUR

I've been a bit dizzy over the last couple of days which got me thinking about another dizzy person, John Banks Gillespie, aka Dizzie Gillespie.

John was born in October 1917 almost exactly two years after my dad was born. He died in January 1993 three years before my dad died. There's almost a coincidence for you.

Dizzie as he later came to be referred to was a bandleader, composer, music teacher and singer. whose principal instruments were trumpet and piano but is remembered mostly as a trumpet virtuoso and improviser in jazz. Gillespie helped to popularise bebop and his musicianship and showmanship made him an enduring icon with his beret, horn-rimmed spectacles, scat singing, bent horn, pouched cheeks, and light-hearted personality being well remembered.

As a young man Dizzie had undiagnosed heart problems that would have been picked up by doctors today. His erratic heart rhythm now known as Atrial Fibrillation or AF didn't cause him much of a problem but after taking up the trumpet the heavy blowing technique which 'blew out' his cheeks also exacerbated his AF condition. He experienced dizzy spells now known as TIA (or mini strokes) which often made him sit down during performances. Fortunately his second musical instrument of choice was the piano so nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

So now you know.

Dizzy Gillespie was a great musician. Here's a vid for your pleasure: