tl;dr: I m playing shrink to a chatbot. Check it out at https://www.newyorker.com/culture/the-weekend-essay/putting-chatgpt-on-the-couch OK, I admit it. I’ve spent the last seven years not building my brand. That makes me, what, less than human? Does it help that I didn’t not do it out of principle? I’m principled about a few things, just not this one. [ ]
Well, what the hell. Is this thing on? Look at all the cobwebs in here. It s been so long, I lost access to my own blog. I guess the Internet punishes you when you don t pay attention to it. It turns out that a quick email rescinds the punishment, but it was enough to make [ ]
I don t know why, maybe it s one of those anniversary things, you know, the kind where the sun is at a particular angle or the air smells just this way or the insects chirring reaches a certain pitch, and you find yourself inexplicably in mind of past events or people you once knew, and the [ ]
Well, I swore off writing about psychiatry. (How many times can you point out the obvious?) Then I swore off writing about David Brooks. (I really truly began to feel sorry for the big lug not for having to suffer my yapping around his ankles, but for having to be David Brooks.) Then my town decided [ ]
You ll want to read this first, if you can stand it. God knows I ve tried, Daddy. Every day I wake up and I say to myself, Today is the day I will stop putting my thumb in the eye of authority. Today is the day I will state my objections with good manners and [ ]