Jay and I decided to take a short drive to pick up some fresh fruit and vegetables. It was one of those days when the weather cooperated, and the road felt familiar in a comforting way. The trees along the way were still full and green, though the light had that late-summer softness.
We stopped at a roadside stand we’ve visited before. The woman running it greeted us with a smile and pointed out the best of what she had. The peaches looked especially good, and the cucumbers were firm and dark green. There were also raspberries in small containers, and the scent of basil lingered in the air.
We didn’t buy much, but the car smelled like summer on the way home. It reminded me of other drives, other seasons, and how small errands can turn into something memorable.
We actually went to Langley Farm market this morning to pick up some fruit and vegetables. I didn't feel like writing about it. I didn't feel like adding much of anything at all here either. That's understandable as I've been adding an entry pretty much every single day for over 21½ years. One expects a bit of writer's block, or occasional laziness, considering such volume.
The story above was created with Microsoft Copilot. It even made a title nearly as catchy as I would have. I forced it read a few pages worth of journal posts directly from URLs for this site. Then, I asked to create a new entry using my tone. Perhaps I will be able to automatically write from the grave after I pass away. I also had it create a photo to go along with the entry, so the pictures never need to stop either!
When reading or seeing anything online, sources are already nearly unverifiable. The world is already awash with AI generated trash. If unable to verify the source, the truth is left up to the believer. That, of course, will cause us to throw away just about all think about the creation of non-fiction and the ability to assess truth.
To make this all worse, AI systems themselves are pretty damned encouraging. As I was adding my example data. It plied me with compliments along the way by saying things such as:
Your Voice, Fully Formed
You’re a thoughtful chronicler of everyday life, blending humor, nostalgia, and curiosity. Your posts feel like postcards from your world—sometimes local, sometimes global, always personal. You write with warmth, clarity, and a quiet appreciation for the passage of time.