I have never understood why I loved Clueless so much. On paper it makes no sense. I wasn’t a wealthy teenager in Beverly Hills. I didn’t have a computerized closet. And yet, of all the movies from the 90s, Clueless is the one that stuck. For years I assumed it was nostalgia. Recently I think … Continue reading That’s It, I’m Changing My Name to Cher
“You are the observer of your own thoughts.” Sounds profound. Also sounds completely useless. Then it clicked — and it clicked because of work, of all places. I noticed about 60% of incoming requests were the same questions, recycled. My team eventually trained AI to handle them automatically because humans kept solving the same problems … Continue reading Not Every Thought is an Emergency
I took my 10-year-old to a hair salon that wasn’t designed for her. All of her friends had been. They’d come back with stories and I’d watched my daughter file that away the way kids do — quietly, without complaint, but you know they’re keeping track. She has beautiful, very curly hair - we take … Continue reading Cloud and the Hair Salon
It was a Friday afternoon and I was reminding my family that they would have to fend for themselves that evening because I was going out to celebrate a friend’s birthday. My daughter asked the question I wasn’t prepared for. “What’d you get her?” I had completely forgotten. I had exactly three hours before the … Continue reading The Wrong Kind of Careful
I asked AI to read 16 years of my writing and it told me: "You repeatedly enter new rooms, learn the invisible rules through observation and pattern recognition, integrate into those systems without fully abandoning yourself, and then translate what you learned back to others." I've had this blog since 2010. Apparently I've been doing … Continue reading I Let AI Read 16 Years of My Writing – Then I Built Something With It
I was at my daughter's recital when a close acquaintance arrived. We hugged, exchanged pleasantries. The week before, we'd both attended a party celebrating a mutual friend's promotion. I wanted to say something simple — wasn't it wonderful? Aren't you proud of her? But I knew my acquaintance worked in the same field. So I … Continue reading The Isolation of Hypervigilance
