Category: journal

My First Article Using GPT.
In short:
- Language used to be created by humans, but machines do it now.
- As technology improves, our relationship with language changes.
- Writing is no longer a rare talent because machines can produce writing too.
- Language is important because it reflects human thoughts and emotions.
- Even though technology is improving, we must not forget our own creativity.
The dawn of an age has come, and we must not forget the old world. Once upon a time, a word was sculpted by a human mind, polished by a quick tongue or a fastidious hand. Now, language is a game for machines.

Language has always been the hallmark of our species, a symbol of our ability to communicate complex ideas and emotions. It is the foundation upon which we have built our cultures and civilizations, the legacy that we leave for future generations. But as technology advances, so too does our relationship with language.

Moving further into the digital age, the lines between man and machine continue to blur. The algorithms and programs that once required human input or oversight now function independently with greater efficiency and accuracy than ever before. And yet, despite the convenience and progress of our modern civilization, we must not forget the roots from which we sprang.

A skilled writer made a living crafting poetic prose or incisive journalism. But with the rise of machine learning and artificial intelligence, the most talented wordsmiths compete with algorithms that can generate a passable copy at the touch of a button. The act of writing itself is no longer the coveted skill it once was; instead, it is a commodity that can be replicated and sold on the open market.

One hundred years ago, one could make a living from inverting a matrix. That time has long passed, but is no more quaint than the current day, which in a few decades’ time might seem almost absurd for having such a job as an “author” or a “copywriter”, let alone a “ghostwriter”. The ghost in the machine has far surpassed its original wetware equivalent, and just as the mathematician could no longer earn his daily bread from rote operation, no more can one profit from the simple commission of a naive native tongue. The world, as always, shall expect more.

And yet, even in the face of these radical changes, we must remember that language is more than just a means to an end. It is an expression of our humanity, a reflection of our deepest thoughts and emotions. As we continue to explore the limitless potential of technology, we must never lose sight of the value of our own creative abilities. For in the end, it is only through our own ingenuity and imagination that we can truly push the boundaries of what is possible.

I spent more time finding a filter for the generated image than for the rest of the article.
Pedagogical Tradition

Last night, I had a piano lesson with Olivia. She listened to me talk about my life—the teaching, the failing-to-write, the weight loss—and had me play the third movement of Moonlight. “See the notes in your head,” she insisted as I fumbled again and again. “There is a grammar to the music.”

Again and again I failed, but at long last I came to see the score as a canvas, as a scroll that extends out into infinity.

Together on the couch, we watched a movie. I forgot what it was, but she was warm. Our young bodies were filled with dull life, a humming sense of being, of existing only at that moment.

“Your fingers,” she said, looking at my alternating movements. “You’re thinking about the music.”

I nodded, replying: “I want to keep it in my memory.”

“Once you know, you never forget.” She put her hand over mine, silencing the muse of my twitching muscles. “That which is gone was never yours at all.”

Perhaps it is so, but could I not want the things that were never mine? Was it not human to ask for more than my lot? I said none of this to my teacher, as she would tell me nothing new. She was a sage, and sages speak the same wise script.

“Smell my hair,” she said, and put her long strands in my face, poking my eyes. “Remember the current moment, as it is.”

I smelled her hair, and only then did I know that this was all a dream.

Category: journal

My First Article Using GPT.

Pedagogical Tradition