Two of my favorite writers took on the same topic from different directions this morning. The first to hit was Matthew Inman, who released a (very) long cartoon digging into the artist's relationship with the collection of technologies we call "AI." It starts with his observation that "even if you don't work in the arts, you have to admit you fee it too — that disappointment when you find out something is AI-generated." (Since it's a web comic, you'll just have to read it to get his full essay.)
Author John Scalzi also had some thoughts about AI, especially the volume of AI slop that consumes more and more of our attention online:
I think there’s a long conversation to be had about at what point the use of software means that something is less about the human creation and more about the machine generation, where someone scratching words onto paper with a fountain pen is on one end of that line, and someone dropping a short prompt into an LLM is on the other, and I strongly suspect that point is a technological moving target, and is probably not on a single axis. That said, for Whatever, I’m pretty satisfied that what we do here is significantly human-forward. The Internet may yet be inundated with “AI” slop, but Whatever is and will remain a small island of human activity.
The same is true for The Daily Parker.
I mentioned a few weeks ago that I've started working with LLMs as well. I have now used GitHub Copilot models Chat GPT 4.1, Chat GPT 5, and Claude Sonnet 4 to fix several bugs that have frustrated me for months. And to both Inman's and Scalzi's points, the LLMs help because I'm already a seasoned professional, and this just puts a couple more tools in my belt.
But as Inman points out, the AI slop we see today looks great to people who don't have skills. In my case, the bug fixes and performance optimizations that the LLMs suggested didn't work right out of the chat window, and I had to ask the models several follow-up questions before I got to working code. Even then, I had to carefully fit the models' outputs into my existing style and architecture, which on more than one occasion required taking a model's idea and doing something completely different with it.
So yes, keep using AI-driven productivity tools. Just don't call it art, and don't call it coding.
A reader who used to work in the TV industry sent me a potboiler of a story from the New York Times about creative control, credits, and greed:
[T]alks over a sequel to “ER” broke down in disagreements between Warner Bros. Television and the estate of Michael Crichton, the best-selling author, who wrote the screenplay for the “ER” pilot. Negotiations with Mr. Crichton’s widow, Sherri Crichton, came so close that Warner Bros. Television had drafted a news release announcing the return of the show.
Ms. Crichton has since sued Warner Bros., Mr. Wyle, Mr. Wells and the creator and showrunner R. Scott Gemmill in a California state court, asserting that “The Pitt” is the “ER” reboot they negotiated in a disguise about as tricky as a pair of Groucho glasses.
The team behind “The Pitt” contends that not just the location and the name of the protagonist changed but everything from the lighting to the music to the pacing of the show. “When I was creating ‘The Pitt,’ I intentionally made it different than ‘ER’ (and every other medical drama I am aware of) in as many ways possible,” Mr. Gemmill said in a statement to the court.
I am struggling to imagine an average jury that could possibly determine whether something is a derivative work unless it's as obvious as "My Sweet Lord."
Of course, there's a lot of money on the table here, especially with The Pitt winning Emmy awards for Best Drama and Best Actor, not to mention getting picked up for a second season. ER is thought to have netted Michael Crichton and (some of) his heirs upwards of $250 million.
One of the most powerful earthquakes ever recorded struck off the east coast of Russia last night, registering magnitude 8.8 according to the United States Geological Survey. So far there have been fewer casualty reports than one might expect, owing to the sparse population in the area. Governments around the Pacific basin issued tsunami warnings almost immediately, though they have since downgraded them.
In other stories:
I'll close with a photo that explains why so few people died in such a large earthquake. This is what Kamchatka looks like (but it's actually a bit north of there):
Demonstrating one more time that the OAFPOTUS is all hat and no cattle, the White House announced that it will "postpone" the crippling and needless tariffs he had threatened to impose on our second-biggest trading partner in exchange for...something Mexico would have done anyway. Avocados will continue to flow north, and dollars will continue to flow south.
Canada, meanwhile, has taken a more hardline position on the threat, which James Fallows calls "an international lesson in leadership." Perhaps Canada will agree to increased anti-coca-production efforts in exchange for the OAFPOTUS "pausing" the tariffs that it seems he never really intended to impose in the first place. Because of course he didn't.
The OAFPOTUS is a con man, and this was a grift, just like everything else he does. Or maybe, as Timothy Noah suggested, it's a simple protection racket.
Meanwhile:
And finally, the New Yorker has a cautionary tale about a real-estate deal that (quite literally) went sideways.
Update, 15:52 CST: Yeah, called it. Tariffs against Canada also paused, "in exchange" for Canada allocating 10,000 staff to policing the border—which I'm pretty sure they had already planned to do.
Today marks the middle of winter, when fewer days remain in the (meteorological) season than have passed. Good thing, too: yesterday we had temperatures that looked happy on a graph but felt miserable in real life, and the forecast for Sunday night into Monday will be even worse—as in, a low of -20°C going "up" to -14°C. Fun!.
(Yesterday's graph:)
Elsewhere in the world:
- Israel and Hamas have reached a cease-fire agreement, with the US and Qatar signing off.
- OAFPOTUS Defense Secretary nominee, former Fox News pretty boy, and all-around fundamentalist crackpot Pete Hegseth sat before the US Senate Armed Services committee yesterday, whose Republican members asked him about "your wife that you love" and whose Democratic members asked him about unlawful orders and the numerous allegations of wrongdoing against him. My combat-decorated junior Senator, Tammy Duckworth (D), flatly called him "unqualified." (She was being polite.)
- Jennifer Rubin calls Hegseth "the greatest DEI disaster ever:" "Considering Hegseth, election denier Attorney General Pam Bondi, WWE exec Linda McMahon for secretary of education, and vaccine denier, brain-worm victim Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. for Health and Human Services, one must conclude Republicans are not sending us their best. (Or, the more alarming alternative…they are sending their best.)" Ruth Marcus also piled on.
- Author John Scalzi shares his thoughts on the allegations against and admissions of author Neil Gaiman published in New York this week.
- Chicago's Regional Transportation Authority (RTA) has proposed $1.5 bn in spending to improve transit for the entire area.
- Chicago lost another coyote yesterday when a plane taking off from O'Hare ran him over. (Neither the FAA nor United Airlines has confirmed that the coyote died, but I think we can make an inference here.)
- Last year was the second-warmest on record in Illinois, continuing a long-term warming trend that began after the coldest winters ever in the early 1980s.
Finally, as of today I've had a private pilot certificate for 25 years. When I last posted about this anniversary, I hoped to resume flying later that spring. Alas, something else was in the air. I still want to fly again, though. All I need is a winning lottery ticket.
Chicago-based humor magazine The Onion has won the bankruptcy auction to acquire Alex Jones's InfoWars Media:
The Onion said that the bid was sanctioned by the families of the victims of the mass shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School, who in 2022 won a $1.4 billion defamation lawsuit against Mr. Jones and his company, Free Speech Systems.
The publication plans to reintroduce Infowars in January as a parody of itself, mocking “weird internet personalities” like Mr. Jones who traffic in misinformation and health supplements, Ben Collins, the chief executive of The Onion’s parent company, Global Tetrahedron, said in an interview.
While the alliance between Everytown and The Onion may seem like an odd fit, the two organizations share an interest in curbing gun violence, said John Feinblatt, president of Everytown. Mr. Feinblatt said that mission was underscored with depressing regularity in the aftermath of mass shootings, when The Onion goes viral with its oft-shared headline: “‘No Way To Prevent This,’ Says Only Nation Where This Regularly Happens.”
The Onion, of course, spun the purchase in its own way:
Founded in 1999 on the heels of the Satanic “panic” and growing steadily ever since, InfoWars has distinguished itself as an invaluable tool for brainwashing and controlling the masses. With a shrewd mix of delusional paranoia and dubious anti-aging nutrition hacks, they strive to make life both scarier and longer for everyone, a commendable goal. They are a true unicorn, capable of simultaneously inspiring public support for billionaires and stoking outrage at an inept federal state that can assassinate JFK but can’t even put a man on the Moon.
No price would be too high for such a cornucopia of malleable assets and minds. And yet, in a stroke of good fortune, a formidable special interest group has outwitted the hapless owner of InfoWars (a forgettable man with an already-forgotten name) and forced him to sell it at a steep bargain: less than one trillion dollars.
As for the vitamins and supplements, we are halting their sale immediately. Utilitarian logic dictates that if we can extend even one CEO’s life by 10 minutes, diluting these miracle elixirs for public consumption is an unethical waste. Instead, we plan to collect the entire stock of the InfoWars warehouses into a large vat and boil the contents down into a single candy bar–sized omnivitamin that one executive (I will not name names) may eat in order to increase his power and perhaps become immortal.
Alex Jones, according to my social media feed, vowed to keep broadcasting until a court ordered him to stop.
Well played, Onion. Well played.
As I wait for a build pipeline to run, I'm reading these:
- Harvard law professor Richard Lazarus argues that the recent Supreme Court decision on presidential immunity doesn't shield the XPOTUS from the most serious charges he faces.
- Pavin Chachavalpongpun, a professor of Thai politics, sees recent events in Thailand as heralds of the coming end of the monarchy's control.
- Why do people just stop dating?
Finally, author John Scalzi doesn't want you to idolize authors—especially not him:
Enjoy the art creative people do. Enjoy the experience of them in the mediated version of them you get online and elsewhere, if such is your joy. But remember that the art is from the artist, not the artist themselves, and the version of their life you see is usually just the version they choose to show. There is so much you don’t see, and so much you’re not meant to see. At the end of the day, you don’t have all the information about who they are that you would need to make them your idol, or someone you might choose to, in some significant way, pattern some fraction of your life on. And anyway creative people aren’t any better at life than anyone else.
Looks like the build is almost done...
We're just a few hours away from our Choral Classics concert celebrating the 200th anniversary of Anton Bruckner's birth. Tickets are still available! But I've got a lot to do before then, not least of which is making sure that Cassie and I get enough walkies today. (Lots of standing and sitting at concerts, if you're performing.)
But before I take a nap continue preparing for the concert, I want to point out that people finally have come around to the idea that English isn't Latin:
Late last month, Merriam-Webster shared the news on Instagram that it’s OK to end a sentence with a preposition. Hats off to them, sincerely. But it is hard to convey how bizarre, to an almost comical degree, such a decree seems in terms of how language actually works. It is rather like announcing that it is now permissible for cats to meow.
The first person on record to declare opposition to ending sentences with a preposition was the poet John Dryden in the 17th century. ... [E]ven grammarians like Lowth stipulated that keeping prepositions away from the end of sentences was most important in formal rather than casual language. But the question is why it is necessary there, since it usually sounds stuffy even in formal contexts.
The answer is: Latin. Scholars of Lowth’s period were in thrall to the idea that Latin and Ancient Greek were the quintessence of language. England was taking its place as a world power starting in the 17th century, and English was being spoken by ever more people and used in a widening range of literary genres. This spawned a crop of grammarians dedicated to sprucing the language up for its new prominence, and the assumption was that a real and important language should be as much like Latin as possible. And in Latin, as it happens, one did not end sentences with a preposition. “To whom are you speaking?” was how one put it in Latin; to phrase it as “Who are you speaking to?” would have sounded like Martian.
A friend recently started quoting from a grammar book they had borrowed from my downstairs library, leading me to ask, "What did you bring that book that I didn't want to be read to out of up for?" (Take that, John Dryden.)
Ctrl+W closes the active browser window, you see. I meant to type the word "Wade" in italics but somehow hit the Ctrl key instead of the Shift key. There may be some irony there.
Possibly the warmth has addled my brain? It's just gone above freezing for the first time since the wee hours of January 13th. It's also gloomy and gray, but those things go together.
Anyway:
Finally, European researchers have published a report suggesting that domestic dogs wag their tails because humans like the rhythm. I will shortly go test this theory on my resident tail-wagger.
I grabbed a friend for a couple of Brews & Choos visits yesterday, and through judicious moderation (8-10 oz of beer per person at each stop), we managed to get the entire West Fulton Corridor cluster done in six hours. So in a few minutes I'll start writing four B&C reviews, which will come out over the next three days.
Before I start, though, I'm going to read all these stories that have piled up since Friday:
Finally, the Roscoe Rat (really a squirrel) Hole got its own NPR story this morning. And in my social media I saw a photo of someone proposing to her boyfriend at the rat hole. Color me bemused.