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AI AI: Prompting

The Price of the Barstool

Some genius out in California — one of the AI guys, the smart ones, always the smart ones — says the trick to getting a machine to understand you is to stop typing and start talking. Ramble for ten minutes, he says. Total mess. Say whatever’s in your head, contradict yourself, circle back, don’t clean it up. The machine, he says, is better at finding what you meant than you are.

I could’ve told him that thirty years ago for the price of a cup of coffee, except I would’ve told him to go find a bartender.

Every good bartender in this city has been doing this since before anybody could spell computer. You sit down, you’re a mess, you talk for twenty minutes about your ex-wife and your kid’s tuition and the guy at work who’s getting the promotion you should’ve gotten, and it comes out in no particular order, and somewhere in the fourth minute you say the one true thing — I think I’m afraid I already peaked — and the bartender doesn’t say a word, just wipes the bar down in front of you, and by the time you leave you know something about yourself you didn’t know when you walked in. Nobody paid Sam a nickel for that. Nobody gave him a paper to publish.

Now they’ve built a machine that does the same trick and they’re calling it a pattern. They put it in a paper. Somebody in Palo Alto’s going to raise money on it.

Here’s what I’ll say for the guy — he’s right, and being right is rarer than people think in that business. The mess is where the truth lives. Nobody ever said something true the first time they tried to say it cleanly. You clean it up too fast, you’ve written a memo. You let it run messy, you’ve said something.

But I’ll tell you what he won’t put in the paper, because it doesn’t fit on a slide. The machine will hand you back a cleaner version of your ten minutes, and it’ll sound better than what you said, and half the time it’ll be missing the one part that was actually true, because the true part usually comes out sounding wrong the first time. That’s the part a bartender knows and a machine doesn’t. Sam wouldn’t have cleaned up your sentence. He’d have just remembered you said it, and brought you another one, and let you sit there with it.

They’ll charge you a subscription for the part where it listens. The part where somebody sits with what you actually said — that’s still free, if you can find the right stool.

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Living Productivity Serendipity

In Praise of the Interruption

We live in an era of the hyper-optimized schedule. Every waking minute is categorized, color-coded, and squeezed for its maximum potential output. We download applications to track our sleep cycles, our hydration, our daily habits, and our deep work intervals. We have collectively adopted the mindset of the factory floor, treating our own lives like well-oiled machines, and viewing any deviation from the master plan as a glitch that requires immediate patching.

But in our relentless pursuit of efficiency, we risk engineering the magic out of our own existence. We try to pave over the wilderness of our days with the concrete of predictable routines. In doing so, we forget a fundamental truth about human nature, a truth that author Jenny Odell captures perfectly:

“We still recognize that much of what gives one’s life meaning stems from accidents, interruptions, and serendipitous encounters: the ‘off time’ that a mechanistic view of experience seeks to eliminate.”

When we adopt this mechanistic view of our experience, an interruption is viewed as a systemic failure. A delayed train is a disaster. A wandering, off-topic conversation with a stranger is a sunk cost of our valuable time. Yet, when we look back on the broader timeline of our lives, the moments that stand out in the sharpest relief are almost never the ones we scheduled in thirty-minute increments on our digital calendars.

Think about the architecture of your own life. I often reflect on the most vital relationships I’ve formed, the sudden and necessary shifts in my career, or the quietest, most profound moments of personal clarity I’ve experienced. Practically none of them were planned. They were born from a wrong turn taken on a road trip that led to a breathtaking view. They emerged from a sudden downpour that forced me into a crowded, unfamiliar coffee shop. They sparked when a friend called out of the blue on a Tuesday afternoon when I was “supposed” to be doing highly focused work.

These accidents, these beautiful and unscripted interruptions, are the connective tissue of a life well-lived. They are the gentle reminders that we are not algorithms processing daily tasks, but fragile, curious humans experiencing a deeply unpredictable world. When we try to eliminate the “off time,” we are unknowingly trying to eliminate the very environments where serendipity is allowed to breathe.

We need to leave room for the friction. We need to stop seeing the blank spaces on our maps—and our schedules—as terrifying voids that must be filled with productive noise. Instead, we must begin to see them as the fertile soil from which the unexpected grows. Efficiency, routines, and optimization can certainly help build a very productive life. But only the accidents, the interruptions, and the quiet serendipity of “off time” can build a meaningful one.