11am and on. Watching icicles grow. And a small airplane circling above the city, a vague grey shape suggesting the morning lost a lot of its initial clarity to thin clouds or floating fog. How to fill the empty yet short gaps in a tight rhythm: Trying to lead the model astray by discussing questions of metaphors and analogies, but getting stuck in ones own thinking even before dealing with odd responses. And trying to switch contexts profoundly, to avoid stumbling across similar names in different projects. Things get confused all too easily.
10am and on. Uncomfortable temperatures and the impossibilities of finding a middle ground. Also: Joining that call to see the other participant leave just after throwing him a cautious Hello. Social dynamics of digital communication. (And deceleration. Todays model has a filled request waiting queue again. Time that could be spent on pondering the actual question and finding an answer on ones own. Who's educating who here?)
4pm and on. Voice channel disconnected. What remains of the day: Rewinding to where the earlier code trace started. Leaving some marks. Build. Restart. And see what kind of results the next hours will come up with. (Also: The interesting effect of trying to talk to the model and giving up halfway through, learning the answer to the actual question arose the very moment the question found the right words. An other kind of training.)
Merklich später: Instabile Leitungen und dünne Kanäle. Verharren in Tatenlosigkeit, eigene Ungeduld als Herausforderung wie eh und je. Hinter dem Fenster gegenüber sitzt die Studentin über ihren Tisch gebeugt und winkt hektisch in eine Kamera, das Licht malt große scharfe Handschatten auf Wand und Zimmerdecke. Wieder rascheln und kratzen Tropfen auf den Dächern, rauscht das Wasser in den Rohren der Heizung mit dem erstarkenden Schauer um die Wette, schreit ein monotoner Klingelton hinter den Wänden nach Aufmerksamkeit. (Kommunikation mit der Maschine. Das Modell ist oft ratlos. Der Mensch auch. Wo die Grenzen verschwimmen, beginnt es sich fremd und verstörend anzufühlen. Oder: Woran sich Gedanken abarbeiten können, wenn die losen Enden des Tages lose bleiben werden.)
11am and on: Balancing on a wire through the fog. Headset's filtering some of the noises but only those coming from the outside. Attaching log files to critical issues, with the sentiment of machines complaining about their operators. Tried to discuss some of these aspects with the model, but to no avail. Reconnecting the tunne. To disappear within again. Moving on.