Good afternoon from South Texas. The weather outside is what we consider “beautiful” here – lows in the 70s to start the day, highs in the 90s. Autumn is knocking on the door and I am so keen to let it in. Not in the least bit because it’s my favorite season, but because of what happens to the mood in my environment. Yes, we can finally go outside, but also, people are hopeful for the future. We get to wear comfortable clothing. And the soup – my god, the soup.
On a side note, I’m watching in horror as the proliferation of agentic generative AI is already doing what everyone with a working brain thought it would: exposing more supply chains to a larger attack surface.
Don’t get me wrong – the technologist in me is excited that we continue to try and push the boundaries of what is possible as a an intelligent society. But for the love of all that’s decent, I asked ChatGPT to recommend me a book that fit a very specific aesthetic, and it recommended me one of the most boring books I’ve ever read. In fact, I’m adding it to the DNF pile today after having plodded through the first 120 pages over the past week. If GenAI can’t tell me what Google pre-AI used to be help me infer myself, then why would anyone let it make decisions for a business with unfettered access to it’s CRM?
I’m three cups of coffee in and I’ve got lots to do. Will check in later. Enjoy this mix in the meantime:
Signal Intent 