Mid-2000s, late twenties, and I got pulled into a funnel. Blogs were taking off. Everybody had an email list and a free PDF, and I wanted the free prize inside, so I signed up and read the thing. The copy was overwritten and wandering, wild claims stacked on top of each other, and somewhere underneath … Continue reading The Wrong People Are Shipping
I've lost arguments I was never in, with my wife and, with AI helping me build the case, at work. What a straw man costs and what I do instead.
AI-generated rock tracks have a tell — a big throaty scream at the top, every time, whether the song earns it or not. The machine knows what rock looks like. It has no idea why. That's not a music problem.
A man in the Florida panhandle once drove to Miami and back with a tape recorder and mailed himself a course. Friday I've got five hours to Texas and a phone.
I handed over a finished manuscript and asked AI to help me edit it. It rewrote passages and changed plot points, and it was right to — I never said what I meant by "edit." What that cost me, and what it taught me about listening to people.
