Connections

What if the solution is just an intro away?

If I’ve been quiet, it’s because I’ve fallen down an AI K-hole. To call it a compulsion would be kind; I fear it’s more of an addiction as I find myself bargaining for just one more go. “Just ten more minutes,” I say to myself as a Zoom starts in seven. “No one will care if I show up 30 minutes late to the party,” I think, as I push my shower back and decide I don’t need to wash my hair. I wake up thinking that I just may be able to make an effect work if I try it “this way.” Last week, I even sacrificed my sacred Friday night when at 8pm I sat down, martini in hand, to see if I could give a sequence a try, “Just one more time.”

It's no secret that I enjoy a drink. I also love a sweet and have never been able to say, “No,” to a chocolate chip cookie. But I no longer fear that my enjoyment of them is unhealthy. I’ve seen what real, David Bowie in The Hunger craving looks like. And I’ve never felt compelled towards either booze or food with the wanton abandon I’ve had working on videos these last few weeks. I find comfort in that.

(As I type this, my mind is just full of things that I want to start fixing, new ideas to solve problems that have cropped up, new apps to try.)

Ironically, if my current obsession has caused me to disconnect from everyone save the machines, connections – actual human ones - are the subject on my mind this morning. I think I’ve always been someone who enjoys connecting people. Whether they were professionals in the same field or just really cool friends who enjoyed the same things, I’ve always been one of those people who says, “You know who you should meet…” It’s another compulsion I have: Setting people up on non-romantic blind dates.