Some Truly Random Topics

Some Truly Random Topics

It is a gorgeous fall day. I am meeting two friends this morning for a walk and am too excited to come up with a “real” post idea, so here are some random questions you didn’t ask that I am going to answer. (Some of them I found online.) Please answer them yourself should you feel moved to do so.

If a song played every time you entered a room, which song would you choose? The first song that comes to mind is Suzie Q by Creedence Clearwater Revival. What a classic. Still slaps. But probably I would prefer Susanne by Weezer. Both because I do not go by Suzie Q, and because I adore Weezer. The only problem with the Weezer song is that the first time I heard it was while watching Mallrats, and Susanne is an orangutan.

What’s your most useless skill?  Knot untangling. Despite being impatient about nearly everything, I have a high tolerance for picking away at an impossible knot. A tangled necklace chain, a snarled cat toy, a quadruple knotted shoelace: I am pretty confident I can return it to its original state.

What’s in your mental (or online, or actual) shopping cart at the moment?

“Thank you very much Miss Lippy!”

What movie quote/s is/are constantly at the tip of your tongue?

  • “A Schooner is a sailboat, stupidhead.”
  • “O’Doyle rules!” (And pretty much every other quote from Billy Madison.)
  • “A watch doesn’t go with this outfit, Daddy!”

What is the worst thing you’ve ever worn? When I was a youth, I took a dance class that culminated in an annual recital. We wore sequined costumes and performed elaborate routines to pop songs, mainly, for unknown reasons, those by Michael Jackson. The worst thing I’ve ever worn was one of those costumes. It was a full-piece onesie made of fire engine red Spandex. My mullet-adjacent haircut did not help matters.

From whom are your 5 most recent (non-spam) missed calls?

  • The house painter.
  • The house painting company.
  • The roofing company.
  • The roofing company.
  • The mom of one of Carla’s friends.

 

Now it’s your turn:

  • If a song played every time you entered a room, which song would you choose?
  • What’s your most useless skill?
  • What’s in your mental (or online, or actual) shopping cart at the moment?
  • What movie quote/s is/are constantly at the tip of your tongue?
  • What is the worst thing you’ve ever worn?
  • From whom are your 5 most recent (non-spam) missed calls?

Fifteen Questions

  1. When you typically read/write blog posts, or comment on blogs, where are you? I write posts from the armchair in my office. Sometimes I comment on posts from my phone, but I find that challenging for a bunch of tiny stupid reasons, so I much prefer to comment from my laptop, while sitting in the armchair in my office.
  2. What’s the most interesting thing in arm’s reach right now? My kitty cat. He likes to sit on his window perch while I type. Sometimes I reach out and fluff his tail.
  3. Which celebrity / movie / music group do you despise for no reason? I cannot stand Vince Vaughn. I don’t know why; he didn’t do anything to me personally. I also loathe Modest Mouse. Do you remember back in the early 2000s when “Float On” was popular? That was a dark time for me.
  4. Which piece of clothing do you no longer wear but can’t throw away? I do still have my wedding dress, which I cannot imagine throwing away. I also have a pair of jeans I bought in Atlanta the summer before I met my husband. They haven’t fit in decades, but at the time, they were the most expensive pair of jeans I’d ever owned. Didn’t hurt that they became my husband’s favorite. I felt cute every time I put them on. They currently live in a box of keepsakes in my basement.
  5. What was your worst year of school? Fifth grade was my worst year. I had an unusual academic situation that meant I was separated from my peers for half the day. My fifth grade teacher disliked me, or disliked being asked to accommodate me, and I missed a lot of pertinent material (I like to think this is why I had no grasp of US geography until my own kid studied it) and I spent the entire year feeling out of my depth and disconnected. Sunday nights were awful. I remember trying to fall asleep and having the dreadful feeling that I couldn’t swallow; in retrospect, these experiences were clearly anxiety attacks about the forthcoming school week. Somehow, my parents and I made it through the year, but holy hell was it rough.
  6. What is your signature scent? In summer, Gucci Bloom. In winter, Hermes Twilly Eau Ginger. While I love Gucci Bloom, I am currently on the hunt for a citrusy summer scent. My husband, who has become a bit of a fragrance expert (fragheads, I believe they are called) has been researching options and buying me samples to try. I love grapefruit scents the most.
  7. How do you feel about “cheating” on online games you play against yourself? Julie started a Connections group chat, which I adore participating in, and this question came up a couple of weeks ago. I support and admire those who play online games without any help. Your integrity is unimpeachable and I love that your morals don’t bend. My philosophy is that online games are supposed to be FUN, and if you need a little hint to help you move forward, go for it. With Connections specifically, I sometimes look up words – either to confirm they are part of the category I think they are, or because I am completely baffled both by the word and by what category it could possibly belong to. Once or twice there’s been a Connections that used icons instead of words. I definitely passed my phone to my husband on those occasions, because my brain doesn’t work that way and I feel infuriated instead of intrigued. When it comes to Wordle, I occasionally use WordHippo to help me narrow down my word choices. I enjoy using the Spelling Bee Buddy to help me get to Queen Bee. And if I’m doing any sort of crossword puzzle, I have no compunction asking my husband or kid to help me with a clue. Maybe this makes me a dirty dirty cheater and you have lost all respect for me. But I’m of the mind that struggle/challenge is only pleasurable to a point, and there’s no reason to endure torture when you are simply trying to have fun.
  8. Have you ever met a celebrity in real life? I met Charlie Gibson when my friend appeared on Good Morning America in the early aughts. I got a haircut from Nick Arrojo, of What Not to Wear fame; the haircut was a present from my in-laws. I once ate lunch in the same restaurant as Tony Danza; I realize this doesn’t really count as “meeting” him. I’ve also had the pleasure of meeting several poets and writers, but they aren’t celebrities in the way I’m interpreting this question means.
  9. What’s a weird thing you dislike about yourself? I am not a fan of my name. (Sorry, Mom!) It’s mine, and I’m not changing it, but it’s always felt sort of separate from me, if that makes any sense. I also think the sounds are a little harsh, possibly because of the long vowel followed by a short vowel sound, possibly because of the spondee-style stress on each syllable. Like I said, I’m not going to DO anything about it, and it only ever occurs to me when someone says my name out loud (which is less often than one might think). It’s not like I would have any idea what alternative name to choose for myself, and it’s meaningful to my mom, and it’s something I’ve grown accustomed to.
  10. What’s your most specific piece of relationship advice? Well, “communication” is not specific. I think it’s critical to travel with a prospective spouse before you decide to tie the knot. Traveling with someone reveals so much about them – how they deal with stress, their preferences for a whole host of things (window seat vs. aisle; driving vs. being driven; relaxing beach lounger type vs. see all the sights in a big city type; hostels vs. luxury hotels; etc. etc.), their capacity for adapting to new situations, their tolerance for other cultures, and so much more. My husband and I traveled a lot while we were dating and it helped confirm our compatibility.  
  11. Who is your “favorite” relative? I loved Lisa’s recent post about her nephews and her memories of the “aunt dates” she used to take them on when they were small. None of my relatives lived close to me when I was a kid, but I definitely had a “favorite” aunt: my mom’s youngest sister. She is beautiful and cool and wasn’t afraid to employ some light cursing if necessary. I always enjoyed being around her and wanted to be just like her when I grew up. My husband has an aunt I adore as well. She is also very cool and says what she means and has a glamorous job. Even though she’s not technically my aunt, I adore her and I’m glad to have her in my life.
  12.  What is your dream car? My dad has always been a car guy – he loves beautiful vehicles and he enjoys rebuilding classic cars. While he didn’t quite pass on his love for rebuilding cars, he definitely passed on his appreciation for them. My absolute dream car is the 1955 Porsche 356 A Speedster.
  13. Which practical subject do you wish you knew more about? Speaking of cars, boy do I wish I had leaned in to my dad’s automotive knowledge when I was younger. I would love to know more about cars and how they work and how to diagnose and address common problems. Although, right up there with car savvy, I wish I possessed more general knowledge about how to care for my yard/plants. Yes, I do realize all this information exists and there’s nothing stopping me from learning it now.
  14. When it comes to romantic partners, do you have a “type”? Most of my romantic partners have been white and male, with dark hair and blue eyes. I tend to fall for Nerdy Jocks. Oddly enough, the majority of the guys I dated had names that began with the same letter. My husband is pretty much the exemplar: super smart, athletic, with dark hair and blue eyes.
  15. What is your favorite picture book? My friend and writing partner (who happens to write children’s fiction) asked me this the other day. It’s such a difficult question! The ones that come to mind are Where the Wild Things Are and The Girl Who Loved Wild Horses from my own childhood, and The Skunk from my daughter’s childhood. Where the Wild Things Are is so imaginative and relatable and wild and weird. The Girl Who Loved Wild Horses has a gorgeous, haunting story and the illustrations are stunning. And The Skunk is such a strange, hypnotic story that feels allegorical to me, even though I have never been able to decode the message; I think about this book ALL the time. Of course, there are dozens of other favorites. I could probably write about this topic all day and never run out of picture books to gush over.

If you’re interested in answering any/all of these questions (I am VERY interested in your answers!), here’s the list:

  • When you typically read/write blog posts, or comment on blogs, where are you?
  • What’s the most interesting thing in arm’s reach right now?
  • Which celebrity / movie / music group do you despise for no reason?
  • Which piece of clothing do you no longer wear but can’t throw away?
  • What was your worst year of school?
  • What is your signature scent?
  • How do you feel about “cheating” on online games you play against yourself?
  • Have you ever met a celebrity in real life?
  • What’s a weird thing you dislike about yourself?
  • What’s your most specific piece of relationship advice?
  • Who is your “favorite” relative?
  •  What is your dream car?
  • Which practical subject do you wish you knew more about?
  • When it comes to romantic partners, do you have a “type”?
  • What is your favorite picture book?

This Went in an Unexpected Direction

Yesterday I spoke to an AI agent on the phone. At least, I think it was an AI. It did not announce itself as such; it called itself “Dane.” But maybe it wasn’t an AI? It was so humanoid that I wasn’t sure, so I spoke to it as though it could be a human, albeit one who was extremely adept at mixing conversational speech with call center script. Aside from a general AI vibe I got from Dane, it did some specific things that made me think it wasn’t human. I thought about listing them here, but I don’t want to. And now I’m realizing, perhaps for the first time, that everything I post here is already being digested and catalogued by non-humans.

Which of course I already knew. Surely there have been web crawlers as long as there have been search engines, identifying keywords and indexing my blog alongside every other thing posted to the internet.

If you have a blog: have you ever learned that someone unexpected reads your posts? Once, years ago, I learned that a colleague or maybe a classmate of my husband had stumbled across my blog. Obviously, that has always been possible; my posts are public. I write because I want to be read. I do try to remember that my words are public, and I do self-edit my posts in some ways. It’s not as though this person did anything nefarious, or even (as far as I know) commented on my posts or kept reading for any length of time. (If you’re still reading, hi!) It still felt odd, though, as if someone were reading over my shoulder. (Why it doesn’t feel that way all the time, I don’t know. You’re reading it, aren’t you? And that not only doesn’t bother me, it makes me happy!) Looking “being read” right in the face makes me squirmy. The same feeling applies when I think about an AI scouring the web for ideas about how to be more human, and landing on this post, and tucking my thoughts away for future instruction.

I started out thinking this would be a Five for Friday post, but apparently I want to talk about AI some more. It’s a topic I think about many times a day. It’s a subject I don’t know a whole lot about. It’s something that terrifies and fascinates me.

Let’s start here: The environmental implications of AI are massive and horrifying. Full stop.

A while back, I had a friend who seemed obsessed with LLMs. She used them all the time, and our conversations often included her saying things like, “I asked ChatGPT and it said…” or “I just put all my thoughts about X into Claude and it suggested…” She seemed to derive real insight from her interactions with AI. Sometimes, when we exchanged everyday gripes or concerns, she suggested that I turn to one of the LLMs for answers or clarity.

I occasionally use Chat GPT, and I do so with tremendous trepidation. I do not like what it learns about me when I ask it for things. I do not like the humanoid quality of its responses. I do not like that it makes assumptions and intuitive leaps. I do not like the image, in my head, of all the resources it’s depleting just to give me a list of books that meet a series of very specific requirements.

At a work event for my husband’s practice, some of his colleagues were discussing AI and its various applications in the medical field. Providers ask AI to summarize patient visits, which can optimize their time doing paperwork and allow them to interact with patient instead of focusing on their computers. Surgeons operate robotic tools remotely. AI can help spot pre-cancerous polyps in endoscopy videos.   

Requests for my freelance work have declined in recent years. Occasionally, I decide that I want to earn more money and I look for jobs. Usually, my searches are for remote positions because I dislike wearing real clothes any more than absolutely necessary. My entire career has been in writing adjacent fields: editing, copywriting, content creation. Editing and writing are what I love to do; they are my primary skills. The job search engines turned up posting after posting after posting for various methods of training AI to edit and write.

(I use Google and Gmail every day. I click on words in my Kindle and in online content to see their definitions. I employ spellcheck in Word.)  

Two men at my neighbor’s barbecue chatted about their use of AI at work. One uses it to generate marketing copy. The other uses it to write emails to customers. They agreed that AI is so much cheaper and easier and more efficient than hiring an expert to do those tasks. They noted that the output isn’t quite as good. They each shrugged.

I disabled the predictive text function on my phone. I disabled Gemini in my Gmail accounts. I refuse to look at the AI Overview in my Google search results. I feel principled and righteous. I feel irritated because I have to do so much scrolling to find a reputable source for my inquiries and I misspell so many words when I text and I overlook emails from my mom because my inbox is so clotted with advertisements.

One of my writing friends recently told me that she was quitting ChatGPT cold turkey. She had been using it to help her brainstorm ideas, refine sentences, identify plot holes… but she’d been horrified by the number of articles she’d been reading about AI use in the publishing industry. She also felt her brain wasn’t working as quickly or as deftly as it had before she’d started using AI.

(Apple Maps tells me how to get to the airport and friends’ houses and medical offices. Siri tells me what to expect from the day’s weather. Presumably nearly every airplane I’ve ever been on utilizes autopilot.)

I worry about: My lack of marketable skills. The various ways AI might impact my child’s future: her career prospects, her critical thinking skills, her mental health. The longterm effects of the systematic mutilation of our environment. Doctors relying on AI to the point of missing symptoms or eroding their own skills. Deepfakes and AI scams and chatbot-fueled psychosis.

A professor friend of mine laments the increase of AI-generated work among her students. She uses AI to pinpoint whether an assignment has been completed using AI.

Sometimes I think that it’s shortsighted and stubborn to resist a technology that could offer real improvements in efficiency and scope of knowledge. Sometimes I feel like a side character in a dystopian story, being propelled inexorably toward the collapse of humanity.  

(Netflix recommends shows I might like. Google Lens helps me identify plants, and Merlin Bird ID recognizes the birds I’m listening to. Shazam tells me which song is playing on my Apple playlist of “summer songs.” My phone’s Clean Up tool removes blemishes from my photos. A robot vacuums my floors and another robot cleans my pool.)

Elevator operators, lamplighters, crossing sweepers, linotype operators, travel agents, video store clerks. I’m not the first person whose career prospects have dwindled or disappeared due to technological innovation. I won’t be the last.

There’s nothing new I can add to the conversation. There’s SO MUCH about AI I don’t know and haven’t considered. But it’s something I think about all the time and it’s something that has insinuated itself into all of our lives.

I don’t know if I can be against AI when I use it so frequently in everyday life. But I certainly don’t feel good about AI. Outsourcing our critical thinking to AI can lead to faulty conclusions (“cognitive surrender”) and stunt our capacity for analytical reasoning (“cognitive offloading”). Generative AI models and the data centers used to power them have clear, measurable environmental consequences (one estimate I read says the same query on ChatGPT uses five times the energy than a web search). There are the slippery moral, ethical, and philosophical issues of AI consciousness (or not). But AI can also increase efficiency, automate daily routines, facilitate learning, summarize and analyze vast amounts of data, and and and and.

I don’t want to contribute to the depletion of our water sources, the impairment of our ability to think, the decline of civilization. I don’t want to be left behind.

(My phone labels unknown numbers as potential spam. Canva’s AI tool alters graphics to my specifications. Google AI Mode generates a list of articles about AI.)

Some AI use may be “better” than others. But where’s the line?

I would be so very interested to hear about your thoughts regarding and experiences with AI. Do you use it at work? In your personal life? What worries you or excites you the most? This is a judgment-free zone; I feel like we are all grappling with how and when and why and at what cost.