Jamie Jordan

Do I use product on my hair? Real question from my inbox.

80 to 100 ounces of water. Every day, for about four years.

The one health rule that hasn't stuck: giving up sugar.

Hey, look what I just did. AI-assisted art.

A line from Scott Adams, the Dilbert guy, stuck with me for good.

I think this is super cool, but when are we going to get a Robovan that a person in a wheelchair could actually use? I would need that to even test this. Not to mention, I might like to buy one :-)

This is really cool. I'm glad this is coming. I just can't hold a standard controller in my hand. I used an Arcade Shark back in the day to play the original, and I wish I had the same option for the Ocarina of Time remake. If I did, I'm pretty sure it would steal about 60 hours of my life.

This can't come fast enough for me. Even though I have multiple PAs on my payroll, nobody is available this weekend, so I have to rely on my parents. Before somebody comments and tells me how far out that use case actually is, I'm aware. I know the hands are a problem. I know it's not always totally stable. All I'm saying is if this thing can get to a point where it can do even 25% of what I ask unreliable humans to do, then I want it ASAP.

Five degrees from all the way up, I needed a second.

I'm from Texas. Dr Pepper, one a day, for 25 years.

I love this idea. :-). The roadster was awesome also. Just sayin

Have you ever done everything you can for your body and still had one thing get out of control? For the last few years, my feet have been causing me consistent drama. I'm in a wheelchair, so they don't do anything all day, but they still feel the need to go on strike. The sides of my toes break open, and I get sores that won't heal without help. When I first went to the podiatrist, she was sure I had a circulation problem, and she suggested that I see a vascular surgeon. Before I went running off to see a surgeon, I asked if they had a vascular test in the office. They did. They attached leads to my toes and ran it. When it finished, I could tell the nurse was confused, so she ran it again. A few minutes after the nurse left, the doctor came in. She said she didn't understand it. The sores pointed to a vascular problem, but I had ninety-eight percent oxygen all the way down to my toes. I told her I understood just fine. My circulation was fine. The simple answer is that I have cerebral palsy, and it does weird stuff to my body. My feet were doing what they were doing because they were cold. She trusted me, and she waited until summer to see if I was right. When it warmed up outside, my feet healed. Now she knows the answer to my particular problem is heat. I love summer. Even at ten in the morning, when it's eighty degrees outside, I'm cold until I go out there. When it's around ninety, thirty minutes in the sun warms my feet, and they mostly stay warm the rest of the day without any help. People think I'm cheap because I don't run the air conditioner. I don't need it. I've had help who couldn't believe that. So I run it when somebody complains about it. Everybody knows somebody with diabetes. You can't throw a rock these days without hitting somebody who is on Ozempic, either for weight loss or blood sugar control, or both. Most of the time, they can manage it as long as they do what they need to do. It's like my feet in the summer. I don't have to worry about them breaking open in July because I can go find the sun. When it starts to get cold outside, the heated socks go on as soon as I get out of bed. I also swap shorts for pajama pants, which are much warmer but only work at home. Shorts and a T-shirt go anywhere, so I never have to change. In pajama pants, if I'm going somewhere, I have to change into nicer clothes first. Like somebody with diabetes, I can do everything I normally do and still get sores. The only way to handle them is Medihoney or some variant of it. In most cases, that just keeps things where they are, and I do the best I can until late May. I started paying more attention to my body a few years ago because I knew that eventually it was going to be hard to live with. Most of the day-to-day problems that come with this body have had a fix I could reach. Constipation is one, at least for everyone I've met in a chair, and mine was solved by drinking water. So were my congestion and a few other things. The feet are the first problem I can only manage. Fixing them would take a major step. Right now I feel good. That isn't guaranteed to continue, and if I take my feet as an indicator, it probably won't. That's scary, because I think I'm doing everything I can possibly do, and I still have this thing that gets out of control when it gets cold. Age comes for everybody. Most older people around me aren't shy about the fact that getting old ain't for sissies. At some point, something pops up that you can only manage. I will deal with this for the rest of my life. The only answer I can come up with is moving to a tropical climate. Anybody got a house in Hawaii? It's on the blog too. Link in my bio.

First question from my inbox: do I like coffee?

I've been watching Tesla as a car and Optimus as a robot for months. Together they go after my biggest problem, which is that my day depends on somebody else. @elonmusk @Tesla @Tesla_Optimus @SpaceX

Ask me anything, literally anything. Leave it in the comments, I'll answer.

Until the average person understands that AI is more than a supercharged search engine, that it can help them get things done, and that a normal chat prompt uses less energy and water than a lot of things we already do every day, the debate isn’t going away. I’ve been using @bot since it came out, and I still haven’t discovered everything it can do. A year ago I would have paid someone $3,000 for a website. Now it takes about three minutes and a good prompt. I know it could make money for me while I sit here, but even I haven’t thought far enough outside the box to figure out how. The average person is just trying to get through the day. An application has to come along that solves a real problem for them. Not a morning briefing, not email triage. Something they run into every day. When that happens, the debate gets a lot quieter.

Old footage. If you're always learning, you'll never be bored.

An essay like this takes you three or four minutes to read. Usually it takes me a couple of days to write, start to finish. A lot of that is back and forth with an AI, which helps me get my own thoughts onto the page. A finished essay looks the same whether it took a couple of days or an afternoon. Nothing on the page tells you which. Some of it is just getting the words down. I type with one finger, and a lot of the time I use speech to text. Dictation, on any system, isn't nearly as good as the companies that make it want you to believe. Think about the last time you tried to send a text by voice. The further your speech is from average, the worse it gets. Mine isn't average. When I dictate, the software writes down its best guess at what I said. Writing comes out as riding. Exemption comes out as extension. The AI never hears my voice, only the guess. I read the guess to find out what the software heard, then fix whatever came out as some other sentence. Sometimes the fix is another round of dictation. Sometimes I type the correction myself, one letter at a time. And sometimes I'm in a hurry and hit enter before I've seen it, and the AI has to work out what I said. The other night I took a survey inside the app I work in every day. It told people not to share personal information. I shared plenty, on purpose, because I wanted whoever read my answers to know I'm not an average user, and what an AI could learn from someone like me. I dictated my answers the way I always do. The AI running the survey was a version of the one I work with every day, minus the months of context. Those months are how the AI I work with every day figures out what I said when the software heard something else. It knows my projects, the people in my life, and the way I talk. The survey AI knew none of that. When the way you get words out is limited, context is everything. How well these systems work matters more to someone like me than to someone who can type eighty words a minute. The other part is deciding. Somebody has to decide what the essay is about, what stays in, what comes out, and whether it still sounds like me when it's done. Every writer does those jobs. · · · I don't like the phrase "AI slop." Slop is what you get when nobody puts in the time. A year ago, I couldn't have spent the energy this takes. With an AI that knows me, I can. It's on the blog too. Link in my bio.

Old footage. How you feel every day is up to you. Invest in yourself.

Grew up loving Bill Cosby. Still do. Heard one record and thought, I can do that.