Conversations with ChatGPT on an Old Joshua Tree Homestead
Hello! It seems so strange to use ChatGPT in an old 1953 Homestead that I have been fixing up. I very much want to give respect and honor to the two WWII veterans that built this home. Without them, I wouldn’t be here. It’s so abstract that here I am creating logos and what not with something like Artificial Intelligence. It would have been so abstract to them, I must suppose. It’s so abstract to me too, and I lived through the creation of the Internet. (Do we still capitalize that the Internet?).
Technology is moving so fast that it is almost impossible to comprehend. I would argue it is in fact beyond our comprehension, but what do I know? I was was a latch-key kid. It wasn’t a bad thing at all, as far as I know. My folks were working and I was trusted enough to not burn the house down and be home by dark. My friends parents were vaguely aware of where I was as well. It’s so strange to me that, from what I can tell, that’s not quite the standard. I think something bad happened, because I was raised in some ways free. God have mercy would I not be back by dark. Times seem so different.
Oh, I had video games, but my brothers and friends had to come over to play. We more preferred the outdoors and building kinda shitty dirtbike tracks and playing sports and, eh, even just causing some simple mischief. I don’t really know what’s going on. I think that has gone away a little bit?
I’m romanticizing, no doubt. Don’t blame me though, I never had kids, though maybe I might have like to. This little ramble does come around to a point. I have a degree in Design from UCLA. I’m not trying to be dramatic over here, but it’s more or less useless. I can use ChatGPT to make logos that would have taken me hours or days in 60 seconds. I am a proficient programmer too. Same idea.
Good luck out there. UBI!
Eat the rich.






