Dec 13, 2022, Tues — Have yourself a Maui little Christmas. I am blogging through the snow, listening to Alexandra Petri’s Christmas playlist on Spotify. The non-free version, so interspersed with Big Mac and Dorito ads for that added spiritual touch. She’s a journalist, and her list of the top 100 Christmas songs is a crack up. 

So… maybe I’m back with my blog? I’m going to make an attempt to return to my discipline. Of a real human writing a real blog. Because I’ve been re-invigorated by Jon Naughton’s blog about ChatGPT, an open AI writer which is super popular right now, the negative ramifications of which are utterly alarming. And if you don’t believe me, here’s the read he sent me to: https://garymarcus.substack.com/p/ais-jurassic-park-moment 

If anyone actually reads my blog, you/they will see my on again-off again relationship with these programs. Indeed, I first started this blog using a program called AI Writer, at the advice of my web guy. I was not blogging at all before that and he advised me to start blogging daily by letting AIWriter write it. But I hated how lame the AI writing was, both grammatically and factually. Where writing is fun, editing that scrambled plate of lying word salad every day was a recipe for fenestration at the nearest 10-story resort. As a consequence, I got real and wrote an actual “art diary” daily for 4-5 months. It was actually fun.

Horses, Rolex Watches, Yachting?

THEN, to catch you up on this scintillating drama, a few weeks back, my web guy told me my art diary was all wrong. It was not going to get me the SEO results I needed. Get thee back to the AI Writer, he said, and write on subjects people who buy art care about. (Like what? Horses? Rolex watches? Yachting?) So, I did. I signed up for that stupid AI Writer again and did a couple of blogs like that. And about threw up. From there I said fuck the blog and abandoned it.

But NOW, after reading Jon Naughton and the implications of these open AI writing programs, I decided to do the written word a service and redeem humanity by going back to my human-written diary. SEO be damned. Or I’ll drop in words like Maui occasionally? Yes, Maui for Christmas is just the place! Have yourself a Maui little Christmas. Make the high tide gay. From now on, our troubles will be oceans away.

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