Rock and Roll. Here I come. Hello, Cleveland!
I wrote this article. Really
There’s quite the buzz about ChatGPT. It’s the AI engine that in the blink of the eye has made Google seem redundant. I know each one of us has interacted with AI a gazillion times before in mechanical, behind the scenes ways. But, for me at least, this is the first time I’ve really understood how AI might change how we create.
I appreciate that the song lyrics you see above probably won’t get Taylor Swift’s people calling me. (Fine, I’m not a Swifty.)
(But Bob Dylan, if you’re reading this)
But something whipped up in 10 seconds, I’m more than a little impressed.
And slightly worried.
It’s all well and good to hear “you do you” … but if AI can do you almost as well as you do you, who do you do, when you do you? (“AskGPT, script an existential crisis in the style of Dr Suess.”)
How do I do me?
I don’t have a definitive answer to this one, which of course turns out to be one of the Big Existential Questions We All Have To Wrestle With.
But I’m putting my time towards finding the things that take me beyond who I am. Books that I read. People who make me think and make me laugh. And practicing the creative habit.
Next week on 2 Pages with MBS I’ll be releasing my interview with my friend Ayse Birsel. (I hope you’ll consider listening and subscribing.) Amongst other things, we talk about the terror of creating: what it means to walk into an empty room or face a blank sheet of paper. But we know that the terror of it is just an early part of the process, and the act of creating is often a shift from pessimism to optimism.
I hope you’ll keep finding ways to colour in and outside of your lines.
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