Blog Summary
Thoughts and Musings
2021 - Present
How do we cope when our bodies and minds aren’t what they were? How do we find purpose in life? Is adventure still on the horizon? Can we cope much less thrive in today’s chaotic environement? How might adventure change as we sprout wrinkles?
AI is not the Monster, is it?
I asked the Artificial Intelligence (AI) ChatGPT system for information related to my consulting work (e.g., What is the up-to-date method for application development project management?). The experience was like a conversation with an actual colleague because I received thoughtful and logical answers that led to more conversation. I was presented with multiple perspectives, not a single correct answer.
Zooming with Ukrainians
You don’t have to put put your feet to the ground. I joined ENGinprogram.organd urge you to do the same. Its mission is simple—Helping Ukraine Speak to the World.
ENGin is a global nonprofit building a future in which every young Ukrainian can confidently speak to foreigners in fluent, conversational English. It aims to connect Ukraine to the world in order to propel its postwar reconstruction and longer-term economic & social development.
Must an Adventure be Extreme?
When 41-year-old Kirsten Neuschäfer, won the 2022 Golden Globe Race, a sailing race, a single-handed global circumnavigation, my heart skipped a beat (many actually). Thirteen sailors started but only three finished after 235 days, 5 hours and 44 minutes, over 30,290 nautical miles (but who’s counting). Kristen’s win is a triumph because she is the first woman to win it. She became a hero when she took extra time going off her course to assist in saving the life of another competitor.
Spine Surgery Epilogue
For 12 months, writing a sympathy note was agonizing, but creating a blog post was impossible. I was brimming with ideas, scenes, events, and stories that jumped about in my head like corn in a popper—exploding out of control, yet imprisoned, padlocked. I couldn’t organize them into the written words. Nothing made its way to the tips of my fingers. Banging my head against a wall didn’t seem to help. In May, I took a deep breath, backed away, and decomposed my physical troubles to give me insight into my writing troubles. Here’s what I found.