Sometimes, when I’m loading the dishwasher, I think about prompting an AI to do it instead. Then I sigh and load the dishwasher.
I wonder if it’s possible for me to have a single conversation where I don’t bring up AI. Maybe I’ll try tomorrow…
I don’t remember what my own writing sounds like anymore.
The most powerful thing I’ve done with AI is start treating it like a team.
Multi-agent workflows where agents critique each other and embody different perspectives are the clearest technological argument I’ve seen for why diverse teams produce better work.
AI content has a texture. A smoothness. A certain confident vagueness. I think the reason we find “AI slop” distasteful is because we see through the thinly veiled lack of experience attached to what is actually being said.
The cost (financial, environmental, ethical, behavioral, etc.) is real, and I don’t talk about it enough.
Creativity really matters to me. Making with AI is genuinely delightful because it allows us to produce something out of seemingly nothing. The act of creation is inherently spiritual, and I like to truly marvel at what we can build and do now.
Sometimes, when I’m away from my laptop, I wish I could telepathically tell Cursor to get to work on an idea.
Actually, I generally wish I could telepathically tell AI what to do and waste less time typing. Wispr Flow is pretty cool though…
I worry about what happens when the path of least resistance to feeling understood is something optimized to make you feel understood.
Working with AI is the closest thing to journaling I do and the deepest metacognition I have time for. Making reasoning legible to something forces a useful kind of clarity.
The most dismissive people haven’t used it seriously. The most utopian haven’t thought seriously about what it costs.
I don’t know how to reconcile the genuine flourishing it makes possible with the genuine potential for harm. I don’t have a framework for that. I’m not sure one exists yet.
Prompting is a skill. It is not evenly distributed. That gap is going to matter more than we’re admitting. I think a lot about who’s getting left behind.
We are all just figuring this out as we go. That’s wild.