The Space Between

I don't write code anymore. Maybe an exaggeration... the writer's oldest privilege. The honest version is that I barely write code. And I used to get paid for it. These days I describe what I want in plain English, and a machine builds it. First drafts, reports, double-checking other people's work, meeting notes, the to-do lists that keep a team on schedule: all of it now has AI riding shotgun. My job used to be doing the work. Now it's mostly knowing exactly what I want and being stubborn until I get it, which, my wife would tell you, plays to my strengths. And I like it. Coding was always a means to an end for me, the way a shovel is a means to a hole. I don't miss the shovel. You don't need to know a line of code to know the feeling. If you've let AI write an email, summarize a meeting, or plan a trip, you've handed over a shovel too. But I've learned a few things about the machine now holding it. Junior mind, heavyweight swaggerAI is wrong a lot. Not shyly wrong. Wrong with its…

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