I am a Turker, when I am bored.

What do Turkers do? Answer questions for the Amazon Mechanical Turk; in other words, answer questions which the computer cannot, or do other things the computer cannot: differentiate between pink, say, and red, the difference between a pizza and a manhole cover. Yup, computers cannot tell you those things, nor can they draw you a picture of a "mom". Which is one "Hit" which I took on and then couldn't send in for credit because I was in Rhode Island with my granddaughters and my email doesn't send out from there. I shouldn't even get email to come in, but I do receive it, regardless. Mysteries aside, my frustration was out of place because none of these tasks pay very much at all. Pennies. But for me it is about finishing what I start, and once I hit the "accept" button for any given task, I will knock myself out trying to complete it in the time allowed, and submit it to the Mechanical Turk.

For some interesting reading, check out the Mechanical Turk history. Someone built an old machine out of wood which could play chess. No one could figure it out, but it could apparently play chess. What a wonder, hey? Why what I am doing is called Artificial Artificial Intelligence is that - amazing - I am needed because I am smarter than the computer and for someone or somebody just like me, who loves questions and puzzles and earning bits of money for doing it - well then this is great fun. Otherwise you will be called a slave wager by your friends like I am by mine. Don't let this sound like I have tons of friends who care about my activities, farthest thing from it. But one or two do think I get so much satisfaction from earning - so far since about last December, $10.83. It would be more, but I paint a lot more than answer questions for Amazon.

This painting was going to be for $.18 but I couldn't email it out in time. Therefore I get to keep it and perhaps one day sell it for more than that. But it brought to mind the story of when I was on Monhegan Island many years ago, and feeling kind of lonely after being there several weeks by myself. A nice little girl named Kylie came and watched me paint for hours and wanted to buy the painting. The problem was I was hoping the ask $240 for it.

Kylies' friends kept dropping by to ask her to go to the store with them to buy candy and she didn't buy any. Brought me her candy money, and I had painted her a little 4"X4" painting much like the large one she had watched me paint all day. Only this one was a surprise. She seemed very happy, and I was very delighted to meet a little kid who would give up their candy for art.

A few years later her mother introduced herself to me on Monhegan again and told me that Kylie still sleeps with that little painting right next to her bed. Isn't that the sweetest thing? It means a lot to me that my pictures can be important to a child. To anybody, but especially a child, because maybe that will help nuture their interest in art as well.