My Life With AI—Part VIII: The Fallacy Of Grading GenAI

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Grading GenAILured you, didn’t I? When I said last time, “Eventually I realized the problem wasn’t GenAI. It was my prompt. I wasn’t asking it to preserve my voice. Once I explained that preserving my voice was part of the assignment, the results improved dramatically.” You no doubt thought, “What was his prompt?”

There is an art and a skill to training AI. That’s a bit involved and definitely depends on your use and needs. It’s also not the subject of this column. Rather than discussing how to train GenAI, I want to discuss something just as important: how to evaluate it.

Every semester, students receive report cards. Imagine how little a report card would tell you Continue Reading “My Life With AI—Part VIII: The Fallacy Of Grading GenAI”

My Life With AI—Part VII: The Joy Of Discovering The Hidden Value Of GenAI

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Hidden Value of GenAIHave you ever hired an intern? Besides having a good heart, you probably also hoped to get more work done. An intern can help you do it.

Hold this thought. I’ll come back to it in a moment.

Despite piquing my curiosity, I quickly abandoned the first generation of GenAI platforms. They were too inconsistent. That frustration led me to build my own local AI environment, which taught me Python but also taught me how demanding AI infrastructure really is. Ironically, while I struggled to Continue Reading “My Life With AI—Part VII: The Joy Of Discovering The Hidden Value Of GenAI”

Midsummer Musings

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Midsummer MusingsMidsummer is a misnomer. The Anglo-Saxons called it “midsumor.” They apparently stole the term “midsommar” from the Swedes (who may have themselves stolen it from the Germans). Unlike what your instinct tells you, it’s not really about the middle of the summer. It’s about the summer solstice. That would be the beginning of summer.

But don’t blame the Old English. The blame goes to the Romans, who, to be fair, once ruled the province of Britannia. In the strictest chronological terms, this would fall under the category of “Older than Old England.” Julius Caesar first invaded the island in 55 BC. About a century later, in 43 AD, Emperor Claudius formally conquered it. Rome would hold the land that would become Great Britain for nearly four hundred years.

A lot of things can happen in four centuries. For one thing, the conquered can assimilate the Continue Reading “Midsummer Musings”

Democracy Dies On The Blackboard

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democracy dies“Democracy dies in darkness.” When the Washington Post formally adopted this phrase in 2017, critics immediately questioned the implication hidden within it. Why?

Perhaps because the phrase originated in a judicial ruling that echoed a modern myth about the role of newspapers in our country’s history. Judge Damon J. Keith of the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit wrote in his opinion for the court in Detroit Free Press v. Ashcroft, 303 F.3d 681 (6th Cir. 2002): “Democracies die behind closed doors. The First Amendment, through a free press, protects the people’s right to know that their government acts fairly, lawfully, and accurately in deportation proceedings. When government begins closing doors, it selectively controls information rightfully belonging to the people.”

The opinion, and many subsequent interpretations of it, overstate the importance of Continue Reading “Democracy Dies On The Blackboard”

Are You A Promoter Or A Closer?

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promoter vs closerThey don’t teach you this in business school. But they’ll still give you an “A” for it.

The textbook teaches you how to draft a presentation. It doesn’t teach you how to deliver it. Here’s what happened in real life:

The MBA course focused on communications. It wasn’t a marketing course; it was a corporate governance course. The professor assigned a final project requiring us to form teams, with each team offering their presentation to the class.

We had a week to complete the presentation. It was the week I was away attending my company’s annual strategic planning meeting. I couldn’t help craft the presentation. This was OK. I was the only one on the team willing to give the presentation. I’d be back in time for that, but not back in time to rehearse.

One of my teammates didn’t like that. She was nervous about the grade. The other teammates apparently trusted me and let me go in front of the class.

I gave the performance you’d expect from a former AM disc jockey. It mentioned all the facts, but it was animated, entertaining, and completely different from what the class expected. My nervous teammate fumed.

The professor gave us an “A.”

Here’s the funny thing. I may have hit it out of the park in front of the large group, but if the Continue Reading “Are You A Promoter Or A Closer?”

Only Heels Can Be Heroes Redux

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heels and heroesWhat separates a hero from a heel?

Sometimes, nothing more than timing.

On our thirty-seventh anniversary, it’s fitting to revisit the very first Carosa Commentary that appeared in the inaugural issue of The Sentinel.

This is in the same vein as “No Guts, No Glory.”

Essentially, Heels and Heroes are made of the same stuff. Only the outcome of their deeds is different (or at least viewed differently). Ultimately, the critical factor leading to the labeling of a man (or woman) may be nothing more than luck.Continue Reading “Only Heels Can Be Heroes Redux”

Why Competition Is Good (And What Mrs. Fish Knew)

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Competition is good. It’s the bread and butter of every successful team, organization, and nation. Not because it crushes the weak, but because it reveals who we are. It pushes the best to heights never before imagined. It weeds out those who are better suited for critical supporting roles.

Think of the purpose of competition not as a cruel arbiter of the human condition, but as a vast casting call. Every great story needs a Continue Reading “Why Competition Is Good (And What Mrs. Fish Knew)”

We Just Wanted To Play Hockey… Before The Miracle

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Before the MiracleIt’s that time again. The quadrennial event. The Winter Olympics. And you know what that means.

Men’s ice hockey.

That and curling. My most favorite things to watch. But that’s not all we watch.

Before going out with friends, Peter decided to start playing the movie Miracle. Again.

He had no intention of watching the entire film. When I asked him why, he said, “You and Mom will watch it to the end.”

He was right.

He likes the beginning. It’s a montage of news stories from the 1970s. If you were to choose Continue Reading “We Just Wanted To Play Hockey… Before The Miracle”

Too Many Mondays

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too many MondaysThere’s a reason your car doesn’t enjoy driving in the city (or Henrietta). Too many red lights. Vehicles can’t stand all that stopping and restarting. That’s what red lights force them to do. Cars hate it. And it kills your miles per gallon, too.

What red lights do to cars, Mondays do to you.

Think about it. Why has no other day been as universally panned as Monday? From Garfield’s primordial meme—“I hate Mondays”—to the Carpenters’ immortal “Rainy days and Mondays always get me down,” the first day of the week has always borne the brunt of criticism.

Unlike what the calendar implies, Sunday is not really the first day of the week. For those unfamiliar with the Bible, the Lord’s Day is the seventh day of creation; ergo, the seventh day of the week.

But even if you go by your day planner, at the very least, Monday remains the first day of Continue Reading “Too Many Mondays”

Hate Is The Real Root Of All Evil

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root of all evilHate is evil. You agree, don’t you? Of course you do. They say “money is the root of all evil,” but they’re wrong. It’s hate—not greed—that corrupts the soul. Hate is the real root of all evil.

“Money is the root of all evil” is really just a message from those who hate the wealthy. They cherry-pick words from the Bible to change the original meaning. The Bible (1 Timothy 6:10) actually says, “For the love of money is the root of all evils” (or “all kinds of evil,” depending on your translation). Whatever your preferred reading, it’s not the coins. It’s the obsession with them.

Money may sometimes corrupt the soul, but hate almost always does. Worse, hate burns hotter than greed ever could. It melts away the conscience like acid eating through steel.

And if you don’t believe the Word of Scripture, perhaps you’ll listen to Yoda’s words: “Fear is Continue Reading “Hate Is The Real Root Of All Evil”

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