I have an essay in @globeandmail today about why it is quite nice to leave a notebook on a bench and see who writes in it.
May we leave notebooks and pens in random places until they're more full of nonsense than an ancient burial ground.
I tried to make an unboxing video for HOVEL, out next week. Then I realised my address was in all the frames. I was glad of the mistake, for the video I made was quite bad.
This video I took with my dog (I froze the book for reasons that no longer make sense) is also bad.
For the algorithm to love me, I need to be posting videos captioned, 'why does Emma Stone's face look so different?'
But I do not want to post a video of Emma Stone's beautiful face.
Of course the algorithm will love me for this. An algorithm is not capable of love.
Sheep are everywhere. They are in the fields and they are on the cover of many books. I can think of at least three books with sheep on the cover of them. Are there more?
My novel HOVEL, out in March, is a little dreamlike. Recurring images include silk, rats, plums, foxes, spiders, wolves, apples, ice, snow, shadows, stars, mould, candles.
My novel HOVEL, out mid-March, is a book that feels both funny and sad โ maybe reading it is like being with a person who is laughing and crying all at once.
Here's a copy living on top of an old birds' nest.
@_amina_khan 'I think we're all underestimating the effect of it on the human brain and spirit.' Truly. It is such a lonely feeling I get, reading a post by a friend and realising it has not come from their heart/head, but from AI.
@_amina_khan It's really gross. I want to do something each time I see it. Something coded like commenting "em dash." But really, I think there should be some kind of regulation so that people have to write "written using ChatGPT" just like they technically have to say "gifted/AD/PR" etc.
@_amina_khan I get especially sad when I see my nice friends posting meaningful things on Facebook โ their baby turning one, their tenth wedding anniversary โ and their caption has so obviously gone through the ChatGPT mill.
Trying and absolutely failing to understand some of the notes my past self made to my future self in my notebook.
As in: journey to a hut where the knee of a drunken Finn was awaiting one's small, warmed buttocks
Photographer Kathryn Cooper captures the fluid movement of birds, particularly migrating starling murmurations at roost sites across the North of England UK #WomensArt