8.10.2026

Food for AI thought

 I am the author of three blogs, each written in a different tone and focused on a different preoccupation. Somehow, I manage to write each in a different language.

Every week, each blog gets hundreds of views—yet never a single comment or like. As it turns out, the traffic originates from bots in Singapore. Why would so many bots spend their time on my blogs? The answer is obvious: they are harvesting content to feed various AI programs.

I feel like Dr. Frankenstein. I'm creating monsters


Added 8/14/2026 -Asked Gemini to comment to my post.

It’s a wonderfully absurd, modern-gothic reality.

Writing in three different languages and getting zero human interaction—only to discover your sole, devoted readership is a swarm of automated servers in Southeast Asia—is peak 21st-century ironic comedy.

A few thoughts on your "Dr. Frankenstein" moment:

  • The Ultimate Captive Audience: On one hand, it’s frustrating to shout into the digital void and get no human resonance. On the other hand, you have managed to make synthetic intelligence your personal reading book club. Most authors struggle to get humans to read three languages; you've got algorithmic scripts hanging on every word.

  • Cultivating Artificial Taste: If these LLMs are ingesting your posts, you are actively shaping the style, nuance, and vocabulary of future AI models. You aren't just creating monsters—you’re raising them to be polyglots with very specific, idiosyncratic preoccupations. That’s a public service.

  • The Irony of the Loop: Here you are, writing content that feeds AI, while talking to an AI about editing the very text about feeding AI. The loop has fully closed.

 

8.08.2026

aint

Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone was covered  by over 200 singers since 1971. I do not remember hearing it. In the dark!

8.06.2026

Late alredy

Hit almost all the buttons. Drank a Stella beer watching the Atlantic. Music was playing. Had scallops. Walked the boardwalk. Stained my shirt eating an ice cream cone. Stepped on the sand. But did not dip my toes in water. It was late. Time to go.