viewing and interpreting everything in terms of human experience and values.
regarding the human being as the central fact of the universe.
assuming human beings to be the final aim and end of the universe.

I’ve never understood the narrow-minded tendency most people have to judge animals by completely inappropriate, anthropocentric standards …
Donna Andrews, The Penguin Who Knew Too Much, 2007
Unfortunately, the popular conception of A.I., at least as depicted in countless movies, games and books, still seems to assume that humanlike characteristics (anger, jealousy, confusion, avarice, pride, desire, not to mention cold alienation) are the most important ones to be on the lookout for. This anthropocentric fallacy may contradict the implications of contemporary A.I. research, but it is still a prism through which much of our culture views an encounter with advanced synthetic cognition.
Benjamin H. Bratton, “Outing A.I.: Beyond the Turing Test,” New York Times, February 23, 2015

The Greek noun ánthrōpos means “human being.” Like 60 percent of ancient Greek vocabulary, ánthrōpos has no sure etymology. The combining form -centric derives ultimately from Greek kentrikós “of a point,” a derivative of kéntron “needle, spur, pivoting point in drawing a circle,” borrowed into Latin as centrum, whence Old French and Middle English centre.


As my mother would say!

I have decided to set up a blog and call it As My Mother Would Say! . The main reason to see if I can.  What I’ll write  about I have no  idea.  I suppose I could start with my birthday  which was on Friday the 12th. I’ll not say how old I am , but what I will say is I’m too young for this age.  As are many of my friends and a lot of my contemporaries.  We are living life to the full.

Now it has to be said I am not mutton  dress as lamb, nor am I chasing after my youth, as I was told after I graduated  as a mature student. I am now doing the things I had talk about eg.finding my birth mother but never got around to it.

I am also for instance learning new skills both physical and mental.  It’s so much fun.   Even when you make a mess and an idiot of yourself.  My Granddaughter called me a recycled granny.  I’m not too sure what she actually meant by that but I liked it. What I’m doing right now, editing this blog, is a new skill and it’s extremely interesting.

I’m not sure if my grand kids will ever see this but if they do I want them to know I am so much enjoying my time  with them. This is my test blog.