Tag: Writing
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Some thoughts on self-publishing and an announcement
When I was a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed baby writer, self-publishing was anathema to everything good about literature. It was the realm of hucksters and charlatans, a last resort for writers who were too incompetent to get a real book deal. I don’t believe that anymore, but I can’t deny that the thought is still ping-ponging around…
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Books are meant to be thought about.
Welcome back to my TED talk on the dangers of AI in creative fields, a sporadic series that was not meant to be a series at all. But the news continues to report on “exciting and innovative developments in the field of AI” and people continue to be greedy, selfish, and simple, and here I…
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This is what happens when people stop seeing the arts as a learned skill.
I’ve been following the rise of AI in creative fields the same way I followed the spread of COVID in March of 2020. Every time I refresh the page, hoping for good news, I just find something infinitely worse than I was expecting. Of particular interest has been the lawsuit brought against OpenAI by Jonathan…
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Part of a healthy balanced breakfast, or the myth of procrastination
I love Lucky Charms. I love that, like Pop-Tarts and Dinosaur Egg Oatmeal, it is very nearly pure sugar that has somehow conned us into believing that it is a nostalgic breakfast food and not a decadent, once-in-a-blue-moon dessert. The commercials tried so hard, too: an aesthetically pleasing bowl of Lucky Charms with the perfect…
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I like your elephants!
My freshman year of high school, the only year I took art, I was assigned the task of making a sculpture that was at least four feet tall. To the best of my recollection, it could be anything we wanted and made from any materials. (Normal people made giant soda cans and person-sized pencils out…
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To the stars on the wings of a pig
I named this loose collection of newsletters “Earthbound but Aspiring” mostly because I couldn’t figure out how to not give it a name and still get the site to display correctly, and a little bit because Steinbeck’s pigasus was the first sticker I saw on my coffee table that lent itself to a catchy title.…
Earthbound, But Aspiring 