Copilot, go away. Please. Attempting to remove Copilot from my computer is like Dave attempting to have HAL open the pod bay doors. I can just hear Copilot saying, “I’m sorry Pam. I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Unlike the legendary scene in Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, my encounter with the annoying AI tool that has taken up residence in my laptop has no reverberating soundtrack played by a symphony, nor the cheesy special effects that look like Christmas tree lights in a cardboard box. Instead, Copilot has an icon that keeps popping up, blinking, no matter where I turn. It appeared with the last Windows update. No one asked me if I wanted to cross over to the dark side, give in to the dangerous dance. It mostly annoys me in Word, asking me if I want help writing something. With every new line I try to type, it pops up. I’ve wasted an afternoon trying to remove it. Delete. Uninstall. Appreciating the great irony, I ask Copilot for help. “I un...
Posts
The life of a creative purist in an AI world
- Get link
- X
- Other Apps
The creative life is hard, always has been and always will be. Today, technology rubs digitized, AI-generated salt into the bruised egos and wounded pride of the steadfast writers, artisans, and free minds who see colors that are not html-compliant. The hurt is real. Even though the assailants are faceless consumers, near-sighted corporate jesters, and nano-brained algorithms, this attack on creative individuality is rampant--and dangerous. Excuse me while I cry. Our world is becoming generic, unaccepting of original thinkers or doers. To be fit for distribution and consumption, ideas must be simplistic, easily duplicated, conveniently boxed, and consumed in small gulps. It’s a mocha, Times New Roman, recyclable, assemble-with-an-Allen-wrench, photoshopped world. If you’re not swipe-worthy, forget it. For me, creative expression comes through words. I am a self-proclaimed storyteller extraordinaire. With a degree in Journalism, I have enjoyed a successful 30-year career writi...