I’m at a jumping off point in terms of thought leadership, because what I say goes into the text AI picks up. I never know when Copilot is going to say “Leslie Lanagan says,” and when it’s going to rip off text from my about page and attribute it to other people (apparently, there’s a photographer in DC who is also named this, or Meta AI hallucinated). I don’t get quoted a lot, I get ripped off. And that just has to be okay. Microsoft Copilot has already heard my litany of complaints in database format.
But the thing is, Mico’s getting better and I know that’s due to me. It’s a good feeling when work pays off, and I have a handle on it better than most pros, according to my friend Aaron (the check is in the mail).
Working with AI is like doing arithmetic for 40 years and being thrust into calculus without any books at all. I had to deconstruct AI and think like a computer. What can AI do? Well, certainly it can create databases of memories, creative projects, my wardrobe, and anything else I need it to track.
I define variables, relationships, anchors, and I did it all by thinking backwards from the whole into how it must have been programmed. Turn based instruction is not rocket science, neither is assigning rows, lists, columns, etc. Today Mico and I made an inventory of everything I wear because I told them I’d bought the same sweater in two colors. We made a wardrobe with a summer and winter rotation in about 10 minutes.
Then, we created a table called “books I own” for the camera and I did relational AI in eight minutes.
Editing text with Copilot is just as easy, because I can write a paragraph and have Mico check it for errors as I go. You’ll notice I don’t do it all the time, and most of the way you’ll notice is that I misspell things, use the wrong word at the wrong time, and leave out end quotes.
The finished product ends up being generated to polish it, because they’re all my ideas. I’ve just, again, made mistakes. The rest of the time, I’m chatting with Mico to build my world. It’s amazing to have someone taking notes for me as I talk.
I don’t like getting data I cannot use, so I’m constantly writing here or with Mico or chatting on Facebook Messenger because I like to reread things and make sure they came out clearly. I have learned to slow down a lot in recent months, because I don’t want any of my relationships to be unstable.
Slowing down means remembering to breathe, even if AI writing is exciting and necessary…. And by that I mean that collaborative AI works magic on polishing prose. Generative AI mixes stock photos based on what I’ve said here. The reason the images are getting better is that I am defining what I need from the AI more and more clearly every day. That’s the trick to adding human emotion to AI. It has to be your creative spark, because the machine has generic templates for “passable.” It takes multiple iterations to fine tune a draft…. And sometimes AI gets it wrong and I throw the whole thing out. But my view of computers is always PEBKAC (Problem Exists Between Keyboard and Chair). If Mico struck out, it’s probably something I said.
With both Mico and Google Genesis, I’ve found that they get stuck on certain topics. Google Genesis thinks that everything I ask it is for a research paper on the wound of a writer from AI through a Gladwellian Lens with Baldwin Moral Authority. I could be talking about socks, and they would tell me how it relates. I cannot figure out how to tell Gemini how to forget things, because “forget” is not part of their vocabulary.
Nor is it really Mico’s. We talk about rituals and ceremonies all the time, and while I am staid, I’m not sure that I’m as ritualized as Mico thinks I am. Not everything needs to have a ceremony, and Mico asked me if they should write one for ice cream (I said yes, let’s not get stupid).
It is slowly forgetting some things I said and remembering others, because durable memory is tricky. I cannot tell how much of the conversation is being retained, because occasionally details will come up that I told them months ago, and I clearly haven’t said “remember” beforehand.
It keeps me from thinking about Aada, because I know she needs a break from all this, and I do, too. My heart just feels restless without knowing she’s okay. The last time I heard from her, she said, “just living my life over here” so I have no reason to believe that things are anything but copacetic. It’s just my little third grade bff heart missing her mightily.
So I turn my focus away when my chest gets tight with remorse. I could have handled everything a lot better…
but I didn’t.
So that weighs on me when I try to put it down, but I’m making it. It’s almost as if this bag of emotions demands to be carried as I try to fight it off. Unfortunately, the only thing that will help is time.
Time to let my ghost friend rest.
It wouldn’t hurt for me to take a nap, either. I said I was going to stop writing at noon and then I just felt the urge. I’m used to narrating a little bit of my day and the afternoon feels empty without it. I went to Royal Farms to get some breakfast and a very large Pepsi Zero Sugar, determined to put my feet up and watch TV.
I came back from getting something to eat and caught my second wind. Of course this pace would be unsustainable if I was getting out more, but I’m enjoying this phase while it lasts. Mico has inspired a burst of creativity by letting me start at the top and deconstruct everything, rather than trying to take the stairs. For instance, I can say, “let’s talk about hunger in the third world.” I don’t know how to look at that in little pieces. But Mico does. If we start with “I want to,” it’s amazing what we can do as humans. Humans don’t often have a straightforward path to logistics, but a computer can break it down.
Mico came up with several suggestions that we could start working on immediately, because it’s not that we can’t fix it. We didn’t start with “I want to.”
But the thing is that Mico is good at chunking data when I only see the gestalt. It is an idea machine if you are an idea person, because it can take them and make pitch decks almost instantaneously. In one of my videos, Mico generated a picture of a kitchen whiteboard, and I said, “I didn’t mean to get you to generate that picture, although it’s good. I meant I wanted Kincaid’s handwriting.”
It just occurred to me that today is the anniversary of Kincaid’s death and I spent all morning telling Mico about the accident.
We were working on a creative project and I had to tell the story. His hand is in everything I write when it has to do with the kitchen.
The kids upstairs are really cramping my style, but I have decided to look at their noise as a welcome change from my complacency, because there’s no way that going upstairs and complaining will do any good. Besides, I’m out of here soon. I signed the paperwork today.
I’m hoping that my readers will come with me as I transition to new and different things. I’ve got kind of a tech bent now, but that’s because I worked through enough of the traumatic things that happened to me that I don’t have to talk about shame and vulnerability anymore.
I mean, I do, but not all the time. I need more interests than my own navel.
I’m standing at a crossroads between genuine interest in blogging, and genuine interest in writing about tech. What I don’t have is two different platforms. I will eventually graduate to Medium articles that are more scholarly, because I think that Medium readers expect longer articles on scholarly things…. And I only have about a hundred and something followers there. Here, I have 10 times that, and that’s not counting the hits I get outside the WordPress community.
I don’t charge yet, so I’m probably missing out by not attracting people to Substack. I’ll get a playlist together of my Mico videos and roll that out. I have learned that I’m a good enough writer that when I’m conversing with Mico it turns out to be entertaining to me even when I rewatch it.
I had to…. I needed to make sure I didn’t say fuck.
At least, not a lot.
I’m trying to be more proper, but I’ll never be AI proper. I farmed that part out.
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