Good Friday

It is late on Maundy Thursday evening. I am vibecoding a gardening app at the request of a loved one. Solar analysis, plant suggestions, flowerbed planning with drag-and-drop. A plot map and everything that needs to be bought in a shopping list.

In the middle of it, I receive an email from an agent who has read my literary detective novel. An encouraging rejection.

I barely react. As if it wasn't sent by a human. I respond as if I'm writing yet another prompt.

I scroll on Instagram and see a post about people getting emotional with their LLMs. Who shout and write in caps.

I publish the gardening app and get a reply:

Checking shortly.

Lacking an editor for my literary thriller, I make an editing app. I load it with rules from my favourite editors. Swain, Maass, and others. It provides colour-coded underlinings and marginal comments.

I am investigating if any similar tool exists on the market. Some do. But they work differently. Not at scene level. Not with red pen in the margin.

I am setting up a leadership course with an overnight stay over Easter. Covid-like symptoms. Real symptoms. Fever and a sore throat over the last few days.

I am reading an email from a client. Inputting the client's data into the app that was ordered.

Taking an individual human's unique knowledge is what makes the difference these days.

At the bottom of the email. The client has made a comment that no one in his field is working with AI yet. Everyone is waiting.

It's past twelve o'clock. Feeling perkier. I regret not going to the course.

I'm keeping up three different discussions with friends who want to start companies. They want to, but can they? One says that sales are 99% of a company. Another that product is everything.

I'm saying nothing.

Morning. Sore throat. Good thing I didn't go to the course.

Even though nothing was decided yesterday, I am making a website for a potential agent-driven consultancy within AI. Heading:

We run the agency together with our human founders.

Feeling satisfied with the wording. So satisfied that I'm posting it on the AI domain I bought. Sending it out to those concerned.

Short answers. It is Good Friday.

An acquaintance writes. He is up drinking coffee while the family sleeps. We are planning a podcast. He quickly sends an AI-generated cover. The image shows Stureplan, phones, and crashed e-scooters.

I am trying to find something about the moon mission. The first one in 50 years.

But it is Good Friday. Everyone is waiting.