Dua Lipa
Thanks to my lovely wife I have recently given in and accepted the fact that Chatgbt exists in the world and it aint going nowhere. It has already helped me formulate a lesson plan of the type my academic director prefers. It also answered a few questions for me though I find it no better than Google at finding old friends and classmates.
Like a lot of people who are in the latter half of their life I’m often reluctant to try new fangled innovations but unlike a lot of my peers I’m not a stubborn old mule about it. I’ve known people who had to be dragged kicking and screaming to use the internet in the late nineties (they were silly) and still others who tried to keep smartphones at a distance for too long. One has to accept that the times they are changin’ and the adoption of the latest technologies is not only sensible but to one’s benefit.
I’ve been resisting AI to the extent that I rarely news stories and features about it and its advantages and dangers. But it’s here so there’s no point in pretending otherwise. One of the more prominent examples of AI is the aforementioned Chatgbt. To turn one’s nose up at forever is silly. I’ve stopped being silly.
Minutes ago I finished my morning tea and determined to do my morning write though I had no particular assignment to fulfill and no topic in mind. What to do? If you’ve gotten this far you’ve probably figured out that Chatgbt figures prominently in the narrative. Yes, I used the service to ask for writing prompts for myself. It gave me several and here’s the one I liked best:
Describe your ideal day in vivid detail.
Okay, so here goes….
After my morning shower and breakfast my phone rings. It is the Pulitzer Prize committee calling to inform me that I am this year’s winner in the category of literature. Within minutes I’m bombarded by calls, texts and emails from the media. The New York Times, The Guardian, BBC, MSNBC, Reuters, Time, The Washington Post and Le Monde all ask for comments.
My responses demonstrate my great humility. In truth I’m absolutely chuffed and beam with pride.
I then receive a phone call from Dua Lipa who says she’s in Berkeley and would like me to visit her at her hotel room. My wife says that whatever I do for the rest of the day is fine with her and will not be considered to be in conflict with my wedding vows.
I therefore pay Ms. Lipa a call and spend several blissful hours with her the details of which I will withhold from the rest of the world except to stay that Ms. Lipa marvels at my performance and stamina.
Next I meet my wife for lunch at San Francisco’s finest seafood restaurant. This time the hunger I sate is not of a sexual nature.
Finally I return home to do my day’s writing. I crank out five thousand words in less than ninety minutes and it is clearly the best writing I’ve ever done.
Feeling a tad guilty for my time with Dua Lipa I entice my wife into our boudoir where I entertain much in the way I did the famed pop star.
Checking my email I discover that in recognition of my avid support for the club, Arsenal has awarded me season tickets for all home matches. Subsequently I learn that the British government has given me a flat in North London.
My entire family then gathers for dinner. I am surrounded by loved ones with whom I share stories and anecdotes and laughs.
After dinner the missus and I watch a new movie. Much to our delight it is an instant classic that we both fall in love with.
After the film I read for a couple of hours. The novel is one of my all time favorites and I develop a new appreciation for it.
I then go to bed and sleep deeply.
End of day.
I don’t know that I described an ideal day but it certainly would do.
I’d like to thank Chatgbt for the suggestion and I hope I passed the audition*
*Beatles reference
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