Me and AI

Two Paragraph Summary

“Today we traced a single current—Native canoes to Scout matches, diner-counter SIGINT to Fort Monmouth’s antenna farm, and now Netflix soundstages—into a Juneteenth “Tribute to Reality” called From Sea…Back to Sea. We spotlighted the estuary as a living archive where spawn and secrets flow together, and lit the spark for Better Duck Inn, a ramshackle screenwriters’ lodge half-mile upriver. Along the way, we sketched film scenes, essay hooks, spoken-word treatments, and a six-point funding playbook.

Better Duck Inn is your bucket-list movie: a former stagehand-turned-signal-bearer returns to write his own life on marsh-scented porch boards. Key ghosts—Pinnox at the counter, Dominic the fence, Grant’s racetrack—join you in a three-act arc of signal, current, and tribute.” AI Copilot.

A two-hour session, one man, one AI copilot. I felt as if I could climb in the back and take a nap. Copilot is improving rapidly and can now reach back into conversations we had that I have since forgotten.

I bet soon AI will be able to pump out the whole picture. Does that scare me? Far less than the idiots running the country.