Week 21.23 (poem edit)

An AI turned this week’s notes into poetry.

A Chronicle of Week Twenty-One

In a week where work did reign,
Much to tell there’s little gain,
Round it though, we gently dance,
For work’s secrets shan’t have chance.

AI in Design: A Musings’ Tale

AI in design I delve, to unravel the tale,
Presentation deck in hand, ideas set sail.
First sharing findings, in thoughts they grew,
Structure emerged, a perspective new.

Yet caution whispers in the wind’s soft blow,
AI assistant, a potential foe?
For laziness it invites, output accepted fast,
Might improvements be forgotten, lost in the past?

90% it replicates, human’s finesse and art,
But what of the remaining part?
Challenge, indeed, is in the discerning,
Smarter processes, we’re still learning.

ChatGPT, fed with interview notes,
Summarizes experiences, customer quotes,
Key themes emerging, price too high they feel,
They fail to see value, a truth unreal.

AI designs, with swift precision,
Frameworks, solutions, with clear vision.
Marketing material, the AI suggests,
And a human team, its work, it tests.

Though AI’s output may convince,
There lies subtle nuance in the prints.
A human ear might catch the unsaid,
Customers seeking cheaper, simpler thread.

Yet image editing, AI’s prowess unveils,
In Photoshop’s “Generative Fill”, it prevails.
A stock photo’s height, it doubles with ease,
Missing ceiling filled, it does appease.

Adobe’s Sensei, the AI marvel,
Unleashes unique ads, its tales unravel.
Traditional artists and copywriters, their role under siege,
Yet the quality pleases, corporate league.

Large ad platforms, in the AI race,
Who shall lead, who will chase?
Comments below, your thoughts to share,
Your perspectives, I truly care.

A Moment in Time: Personal and Brief

A Covid wave, through city, sweeps,
With its touch, concern it reaps.
Kim travels, safety I pray,
Her colleague caught in the fray.

Home, I stay, video games to end,
This silent time, with them, I spend.

The Chronicles of Media: My Journey

In Zelda’s world, progress slow,
Four divine beasts, to castle they show.
Procrastination lingers, I explore,
The game’s vast land, secrets galore.

Pop music’s gem, XG band,
Performs in New York, a fan’s demand.
A prediction I made, huge they’ll be,
Their journey, however, not a sight to see.

A YouTube series, their label reveals,
Training’s harshness, their energy it steals.
Toxic manipulation, the industry’s song,
Yet their performance, undeniably strong.

Ted Lasso’s third season, nears its end,
Odd, uneven, messages it sends.
Show, don’t tell, it seems to defy,
Yet its strength, sometimes, I can’t deny.

Platonic, Apple TV’s latest show,
A tale of friendship, it attempts to throw.
Seth Rogan’s act, predictably the same,
But I’ll watch on, in this platonic game.

Schwarzenegger’s return, a Netflix dream,
In FUBAR, father-daughter spy theme.
Yet to watch, but anticipation high,
In the future, AI might satisfy.

Musical finds, this week in sight,
Alphaville’s Eternally Yours, a symphonic delight.
Christine and the Queens, a soulful sound,
Soft can be tears, in their music, I found.