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Two ways to think about the slopocalypse and where they lead. Cognitive life-rafts?

I thought maybe I’d coined another neologism – “slopocalypse” – but it turns out someone beat me to the punch 13 months ago.

Slopocalypse Now – by Gary Marcus – Marcus on AI 

From slop + -pocalypseCoined by American cognitive scientist and psychologist Gary Marcus in 2025.

See wikitionary

slopocalypse (plural slopocalypses)

  1. (artificial intelligenceinformalneologism) A point where AI generated content becomes overwhelming, breaking safety standards and suffocating human produced content.

The idea of “data overload” is hardly new, of course – Neil Postman, Leonard Cohen and his “Blizzard”, but what is new here I guess is

  1. The sheer volume of the stuff
  2. The ease with which it is ‘generated’
  3. The ways it is omnipresent/insidious
  4. What it is doing to our ability to think, read, communicate etc, forcing us to doubt, to triple guess etc.
  5. The ‘my god, ‘it’s alive‘, face-hugging and all…

See also Cory Doctorow on enshittification and “digital asbestos”

There are different ways of thinking about the slopocalypse, of course, and those different ways will bring out different sets of emotions.


One is to imagine it as a huge wave, inescapable, like that footage of the doomed people scattering before the huge wall of water, mud, rocks etc in Nepal. It doesn’t matter who you are, how smart and nice you are, you’re all gonna die together (see Tom Lehrer’s song about that, and Paul Kelly’s).

Another is to think of it as a rapidly rising sea level, which will leave us all scrambling for higher ground, or lashing together makeshift life-rafts, like after the wreck of the Gericault. In this one we’ve given up on the late great Fred Jameson‘s “cognitive maps” (from his 1984 NLR essay) and are just trying to keep our heads above water and out of the way of all those USS Indianapolis sharks.

In this vision, it does matter how much ‘cultural capital’ (and other forms of capital, you have). As per a smart friend i will never meet- 

“But I do see my 17 year old daughter balancing videos and books so all hope is not lost (although she is from a well off well educated household with a mom who reads a lot. 

For the “liferaft-lashing” you need time, self-confidence, other people on the same wavelength, more or less the same skills etc.   And I suspect a perspective born of growing to adulthood before the “internet” came along (1996-1999), or, at absolute latest, before the coming of smart phones and social media (2008 onwards).  If you don’t have a beforetimes, you won’t know what you’ve lost?  I know this sounds “luddite”, but you know, the luddites had a point or three. Blah blah cohort effects blah blah Karl Mannheim…

Here endeth today’s brain vomit. I have to – have to – get back to knocking the vomit-draft chapters into something sane.

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June 1, 1965 – Tom Lehrer warns “don’t drink the water and don’t breathe the air”

On this day, June 1st 1965, Tom Lehrer sang his song “Pollution” at the hungry i nightclub in San Francisco, as part of his “That was the week that was” gig.

Lehrer had basically “retired” from his tours, when asked to write topical songs for a weekly satirical TV show called “That was the week that was” (the songs were brought together in an album called “That Was The Year That Was”).

The song, picking up on growing concerns about air, water, noise and – well – everything – pollution, contains priceless lyrics such as

If you visit American city,

You will find it very pretty.

Just two things of which you must beware:

Don’t drink the water and don’t breathe the air!

YEAR: 1965 Lehrer singing “Pollution” at the hungry i

https://www.tumblr.com/tomlehrer/10285628382/tom-lehrer-hungy-i-nightclub-san-francisco-june-1-1965

Why this matters. 

We knew for a long time about the local problems. This concern preceded the big “global concern from 1968-1972”.

What happened next?

Lehrer is still around – properly ancient. I met him once in 1992, he was extremely gracious.