Prof. Roger Shank just published an article with this title. He writes: “My career was in Natural Language Processing which is only one part of AI. I spent my life trying to figure out ways that computers could understand sentences and interact with people in English. Asking people what words meant didn’t help us. People can come up with answers easily enough but they are just words.” Link

“What is love? It is a feeling. It is hard to define but people don’t need to define it. We know what we are feeling most of the time. If we don’t feel anything we will not understand the simplest of words, like hunger, anger, or ambition. Unless we are trying to get a computer to be smart we don’t have to define words. But, real AI (which these days is referred to as “AGI” so the people who do AI can pretend they are doing AI) depends on explanations of what words mean (which are based on experiences has had.)

We are very far from being able to do that. Perhaps it is time to stop making everyone afraid of AI or having endless meetings about the ethics of AI.

There is no AI and there won’t be any any time soon. Counting words or choosing between moves in GO or spitting out sentences that a person wrote, does not count.”

https://www.linkedin.com/feed/update/urn:li:activity:6626100328750292993/:

What does "do you love me" mean? Watson? Other NLP programs?

From Fiddler on the Roof:

Do you love me?
 
Do I what?
 
Do you love me?
 
Do I love you?
With our daughters getting married
And this trouble in the town
You're upset, you're worn out
Go inside, go lie down!
Maybe it's indigestion
 
"Golde I'm asking you a question..."
Do you love me?
 
You're a fool
 
"I know..."
But do you love me?
 
Do I love you?
For twenty-five years I've washed your clothes
Cooked your meals, cleaned your house
Given you children, milked the cow
After twenty-five years, why talk about love right now?
Golde, The first time I met you
Was on our wedding day
I was scared
 
I was shy
 
I was nervous
 
So was I
 
But my father and my mother
Said we'd learn to love each other
And now I'm asking, Golde
Do you love me?
 
I'm your wife
 
"I know..."
But do you love me?
 
Do I love him?
For twenty-five years I've lived with him
Fought him, starved with him
Twenty-five years my bed is his
If that's not love, what is?
 
Then you love me?
 
I suppose I do
 
And I suppose I love you too
 
It doesn't change a thing
But even so
After twenty-five years
It's nice to know