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  • You Can’t Train a Model on a Voice You Never Built

    You Can’t Train a Model on a Voice You Never Built

    “Gemini, I have a paper due, can you tell me what is the importance of music in child education?” Gemini scours publicly available sources, returns a response on how music aids in the growth of the creative side of the youth. Cut, paste, put into the paper, click submit. 

    Looking out the window this sunny June day, listening to Clair De Lune and imagining what music would be if it was all a restating of existing pieces? A library of covers of covers, being remade all with the same DNA under their chords. Using AI for thought leadership by no means is a problem, it wouldn’t be called “Copilot” if it was not intended to be at the controls with you. The challenge with the advancement is that in today’s world, there was nothing there first to train it on, besides the voice of others. You can’t train a model on a voice that one has never built. 

    Thinking of a conversation I had with a friend yesterday over lunch, the myriad of topics covered, thoughts shared and perspectives explored. I chuckle thinking about the transcript from my one-hour lunch. What would have been the takeaways? From the words spoken, would it capture the sentiment as I felt, or as a model would anticipate a human to feel. I left lunch appreciative of the time someone made to spend catching up over a bite, learning more about their passions, drive and journey. The transcript would simply be the myriad of topics, which ultimately misses the entire point, and yet that transcript would be ingested into future outputs.

    When we think of what is a voice, how do we define it? A voice is not a style nor a format, it’s everything that goes into the brain power beyond the letters on the screen. For me, it’s the product of years of writing toward one person in thoughts that this might land with someone, somewhere. That mattering enough to keep going.  I’ve maintained my own domain since 1998 in times when people move to Medium and other places to monetize, where I am perfectly content with zero views. 

    How do I leverage AI in my writing? I use the model as a mirror, not a ghost. Leveraging years of writing is the difference between shaping output and outsourcing thought. Two fundamentally different things. What gets lost when we outsource thought is the power of human thought. The irreplaceable way one person sees something.

    What is a link or bond between one object, and only one? That is not connection which requires something real on the other end. In the age of AI, it’s easy for authenticity to be performed but it can still be felt. Often I see it when people are attempting to tell a story, and so often it’s the same verbatim content and often riddled with inconsistencies in the flow. Similar to when someone can’t speak to what they have written because it’s clear, they didn’t write it.

    The same inconsistencies with the flow are the blockers that hit us, the same for when we can tell connection is not there, the lack of investment in sharing genuine thought becomes simply an opportunity to scroll past. 

    If I were to ask Gemini to create something similar to Clair De Lune, it would give you the output requested. What AI can’t do – bring back the overwhelming feeling I felt as a teen on my first trip to Europe, aboard a Delta L1011, flying over the Atlantic, unable to sleep; from excitement, my father with the travel club as a chaperone, listening to Clair de Lune as I glanced out the window and closed my shade until the dawn that was eagerly waiting as we touched down in Frankfurt. 

    Be humble, be grateful, be true to you.

    Photo: Delta A330-300, Atlanta to Amsterdam — June 30, 2023.

  • I Went Back to Ibiza

    I Went Back to Ibiza

    Approaching Ibiza on Val Gal (aka Valiant Lady), the warmth of the sun and the sea breeze. Spanning the horizon to take in the architecture, geography and where our adventure was about to take us to. The sun’s rays, the calm as fellow passengers disappeared to get ready for their night in Ibiza. An adventure is unforgettable when we can close our eyes and morph back to the moments, immersed in the sensation of the sight, sound, touch and smell. 

    Nick and I made the journey with this particular port having the greatest hesitations that we would enjoy our time. The thought of loud clubs, drinking, crowds, all things that we knew were not our scene and we’d not want to go back for. Disembarking the Val gal that evening we could feel the calm of Ibiza consume us. The vibrancy at night, the pockets of streets, lookouts of the water, the planes landing overhead and the buzz of people enjoying the most cherished time together building moments over a sangria, tapas, or a late night coffee. That first night we accepted how mistaken our perception of Ibiza was and how we were glad to be present in a jewel in the Mediterranean. 

    Three consecutive years continuing our Virgin Voyages with the overnight of Ibiza before that sobering feeling of returning back to Barcelona for the ultimate reminder of eagerly awaiting our return. Each trip brought forth new friendship, unforgettable memories and while many were passenger theory moments (Post: The Miles Shared), they carry on in our hearts becoming part of our DNA. Our first arrival into Ibiza was when the ship paused earlier in her arrival for a moment of silence to the late Queen Elizabeth II, how VV paid respect through the lights on the ship. Our second was unforgettable new connections, new shows, and stepping outside of our comfort zones. That year the Instagram post wasn’t about the destinations rather the unforgettable people that crossed our paths that year. Our final journey was most unforgettable, when my sister said yes to a gifted birthday trip to join Nick and I. Having taken her to London and Paris in 2014, showing her the world meant more to me than any trip I had taken for myself. That trip carried a heavy moment, a FaceTime call with a friend and colleague in hospice, 2 hours talking life, taking in the sunset, more to come from that thread when the time is right. Every summer, Ibiza kept calling us back.  

    The hit song “I took a Pill in Ibiza”, the soundtrack for the journeys when we would open our suite door and take in the waves and sunset vibes. The new version redefining Posner released in March of this year as “I went back to Ibiza”. Twelve years later, Avicii’s gone, ten years sober and walking across the country with a focus back on love songs. The simplicity of the new version, how it evoked feeling deep inside me while being so calm. I shared the updated version with my sister a few weeks back and she was reminded of it when it randomly played while driving, she loved it and then remembered I had sent it over.


    “You know i just wanna live my life

    now i really wanna shine my light”

    Listen: YouTube | Spotify

    In 2025 we returned to the Mediterranean. Ibiza wasn’t on the itinerary — not by my choice. I longed for it. My last journey returning to Spain, I didn’t realize the weight of things back home that I had brought with me. In the moments of calm at sea, or the God Moments of a sunset, the weight settles in when others seek to tear you down. When I reflect on that week, it’s so hard to see beyond how heavy the weight was on me but now in looking back, how much was in my control and ultimately, God’s plan. 

    Close your eyes, take the leap, fill your body with warmth, surround yourself with people that make you want to be a better person and release those that attempt to tear you down. 

  • The Miles Shared

    The Miles Shared

    Do you ever find yourself closing your eyes and yearning to go back to a moment, not to be in the moment but for how that moment made you feel? The people in our lives play such an influential role in our lives that all too often we don’t realize it until things change. My last post was June 2020, Six years, give or take.

    Where has the time gone? Did it pause? Did it fast forward? What has changed? Did anything stay the same? When I close my eyes and reflect on the people around me passing through the journey, I am often reminded of the passenger train theory. So much transition in life, so many pivots, so much change, and yet each day here we are. We think often that we are avoiding cheating ourself if we only focus on the end goal.

    Presence over purpose, instead of worrying we left per the plan, focus what we had while they were there, much like the travelers I saw in transit on the plane in my previous post where I pondered, what were they writing. (Pen to Paper, fingers to keyboard, what are they writing?). While I’m a massive aviation enthusiast, quite a shocker for those that know me, I can’t find it to relate at all to the travel of experience of point to point air travel. The plane is where we rush to wait, we embark to take off, land, and then continue to our destination and that serves as our shared moments and memories with people.

    When I think of my youth, my love of trains, it is much more realistic to embrace the passenger train theory. Albeit, it’s much more than the people sitting across from us, the individuals that pass us in the car, but it’s also the moments we pause to look out the window and take in the scenery. When I think of the Human Element, it’s recollecting the attendants that passed by, thinking hard to recall their name, their story. I think of the feeling of looking out at the scenery, taking it all in, but once going so fast, it simply is a blur, much like life is as we speed up. The train speeds up, making it harder to see the landscape beauty passing by, and yet we continue. While inside it’s quiet, we are connecting with others, or perhaps using the time to delve into music and reflect with a moment of nostalgia on the path we were once on.

    What incredible miles I have shared in my life to date, with many more on the horizon.

    We travel this earth seeking connection as the void from the digital connection expands exponentially, still recovering in a post covid world.

    My life has gone through immense change, all too many times I find myself lost in thought of recollecting particular moments and how they made me feel. Luckily as time passes, those that are painful tend to fade, and those of genuine connection fill my heart with love and compassion to persevere. In today’s age, I am not going to lie that I do miss sitting across from folks on the journey on a regular basis.

    The train keeps going and ultimately the miles shared rather than the empty seats behind are what matters.

    Be humble, be grateful, be true to you.

    Photo: Shinkansen, Japan — September 2024. En route to Kyoto.