Monday, August 4, 2025

A Window of Time-Creating Your Legacy

 


Friends, it’s time to make your mark. Whether you’re a writer or illustrator, the next four years are crucial to our collective success. We all know that artificial intelligence can write essays, and draw cute pictures. We also know it is continuously feeding from the artists of today, and yesterday. Simply put, it’s growing like a fungus—sort of ballooning. It solves problems, makes deductions, and has even shown reasoning capabilities. But yesterday, from the television in the other room, I overheard famous scientific researcher Sir Demis Hassabis explain something that made goosebumps run up and down my spine. After a bit of checking, I realized the source is excellent. He gave me hope. Not just for myself, but for all my creative friends. The ones who draw, or write songs, and tender poets hiding behind figurative, but enormous brick walls.

Besides being an AI researcher and CEO of DeepMind, Hassabis was also awarded the Nobel Prize in chemistry. This brilliant man said something hopeful, that made me run to pen and paper. Something all my artistic friends need to know. Basically, here’s the kicker. He told the interviewer that artificial intelligence won’t have intuition and imagination for five years, or so. Though I believe what he said, I think it will be less than five years. Either way, if you, my imaginative friends have something you want to express, something you believe in, something the world needs to hear, this is your time. Don’t wait five years. (Of course, I’m good at giving advice--find me in five years.) In five years, everything will change.

Meanwhile, Microsoft came up with a list of forty jobs that artificial intelligence can’t take away from humans. The list is called --Bottom 40 Occupations with lowest AI applicability score. Roofers, painters, and embalmers seem to be safe, along with Massage Therapists, Ship Engineers and Ophthalmic Medical Technicians Even dentists, and dishwashers. But we all know there’s another list. The painful list which is called the Top 40 occupations with highest AI applicability scores. Of course, writers, reporters, editors, proofreaders, and historians were high on the list. My old occupation of Advertising is mentioned too.  Intuition tells me that the window is narrow, and we must create something lasting, now. Yes, like today!

Think escape room with a timer. The clock is ticking and your heart has ideas. There are fables only you can imagine. There are medical research papers only you can explain. And, once you have invented, patented, published, or copyrighted your creation, and are somewhat depleted, but thrilled you took the leap; only then, begin a plan for an entirely new future. One that’s safe, perhaps on a cruise vessel…as the ship’s engineer.    

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Pray Louder!

 


Sorry I haven’t posted for a while, but so far this year, I’m trapped in a soap opera-style escape room and can’t get out. Every time I think there’s a silver lining, or that fake sense of calm tickles me with my forgotten sense of humor, some heart-wrenching drama unfolds like a plot twist in a mystery novel.

Adding to the chaos are the mundane disappointments. A garage door that breaks while we’re at the doctor; the gardener who replaced our grass watering-system but didn’t know how to set it, giving us an astronomical billing statement. Then there are thieves who break into the mailbox creating lasting issues with lost checks. And, our gorgeous Mesquite tree that had to be executed. Chopped down like it didn’t share ten years giving us shade, and holding onto chirping little birds.  

Fortunately, faith is carrying me through my trials and tribulations. When I’m overwhelmed, my prayers which used to be gentle mumblings, have become louder, more intense, and pleading. I feel like I’m shouting, screaming, and yelling at God. Even admitting this is embarrassing. I mean why would I want to be belligerent with the one who has answered all my prayers and protected me thus far? I must sound foolish, as well as desperate. 

Many have been through worse, and my perspective on everything could be wrong, because this pain comes from loving others. I am the servant to those affected. The one trying to learn wound care, while my suffering heart sobs for those I’ve cared for my entire life. Trauma bay aside, infections, boils, scars, become visible, literal evils that plague us, and yet, “we are not in the flesh; on the contrary, you are in the spirit…” -Romans 8:8-17

Job also cried out to God, but he was focused on his own darkness. I watch the news and cry. There’s a lot to cry about. Mostly for children who should never see bombs fall from the sky. Not in 2025, or ever.  My quiet voice needs to muster up courage so I can pray even louder! 

Finches and orioles loved watching the sunset from this tree.

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Monday, February 3, 2025

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