"You see, in a few minutes, I will unleash an unprecedented reign of terror upon the entire...Tri-State Area!" – Doofenshmirtz

You've probably heard me say I'm writing a new book. Tentatively titled, "Harnessing Momentum: Igniting and Sustaining Sales Force Motivation." I say tentatively because as I finish the first draft it's a little more about a sales person and less about a sales force. It happens. I was just listening to an old interview with Dr. Oliver Sacks, and he said he did the same thing to his publisher, pitched one book, delivered another.
Sitting still for an hour or two a day to write is hard to get excited about. I find I am spending a lot of time doing everything but the thing I schedule myself for.
Like playing with the Open.ai text completion interface.
It's trained to do a lot from a little prompt, and the text it generates looks like it might come from a slightly inebriated college student. For instance, I told it to write a poem in the style of poet Billy Collins about a white cat and a gray squirrel. It took a few seconds to give me this:
One day I was sitting in my chair
And I saw a white cat and a gray squirrel
They were both so beautiful, I had to stare
The cat was perched atop a tree
And the squirrel was busy gathering nuts
They both looked so peaceful and free
I wished I could be like them, just for a day
I wished I could climb trees and chase away all my cares
But alas, I am just a human being
And I must content myself with watching
As the cat and the squirrel go about their day
Not bad. It almost gets his wry sense of humor and the twists at the end of his poems. Definitely gets the use of "I" in his poems. But what about University of Nebraska poet Ted Kooser? What happens when I give the same instruction but change the poet to "in the style of Ted Kooser?"
The white cat and the gray squirrel
stare at each other from opposite sides of the room.
The squirrel is up in the tree,
the cat is down on the ground.
They both know they're not supposed to be there,
but they can't help it.
The cat wants to catch the squirrel,
the squirrel wants to eat the cat.
But they both know that they'll never succeed,
so they just stare at each other from opposite sides of the room.
Fun! So close. But what room has a tree? Squirrels eat cats?
My mind is racing. If I can just harness this power for myself. . .what worlds can I conquer? What riches might I amass?
My palms are damp. I'm giddy with excitement. The electricity in the air is palpable, making the pets restless. I sit. I think.
Something is happening.
...
I give up in an hour.
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