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Category: Observations

The ongoing pursuit. Observations, reflections, and moments worth paying attention to. Written when something is worth saying.

  • 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. 

  • Speechless

    Speechless

    I recently concluded a career conversation and called my partner to explain the emotion it brought to me. It was a feeling I had not expected to takeaway yet here I was with tears forming in my eyes. These were not tears of pain rather they were a release of pent up feeling of peace to be my authentic self in the conversation. I brought forth the energy I bring but even more, I shared openly about my life outside of work or what you see on the resume. My 2019 pursuit of Yoga certification to help bring balance to my mind, peace through meditation and challenge myself to a deeper understanding of myself. The high self vulnerability over the 10 weekends to accumulate the 200 hours with strangers being a big personal challenge to overcome as part of that self growth. 

    The story we tell ourselves versus the story we tell others. The undeniable reality that is below our perception that constantly forms how we interact with others as we cross paths every day. Similar to how I felt in the yoga class, the question of letting go of what doesn’t serve me and the feeling of calm it brought. In this career conversation, I shared my journey beyond the paper, beyond the script, and allowed space for the person to get to know me. My amazing love of Beagles with Dr Bailey in the family, my long term relationship with my partner and my immense pride in his self growth all came through.

    How this brought about the emotion to me, it was the feeling of psychological safety in a career driven discussion that afforded me this glimpse to share about who I am. I’ve struggled to feel seen, the loss of my mother to mental illness as she struggled to be heard, all which shaped my life course. For the first time in my career, I mentioned my partner by name in an early career conversation versus “they/them” . The person on the other end afforded the safe space and showed the genuine desire to know me, all of me. Openly acknowledging the rock in my life hit me hard, obscured for so long due to family and society, prioritizing the comfort of others over my authentic self. 

    I reflect back with admiration to people that shaped my life, who saw me and for those who felt the impact of the Human Element in their lives. I look forward to sharing more of the threads of humans and milestones that impacted the tapestry of my life. 

  • 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.

  • Throwing it back to Snail Mail, Post Crossing

    Throwing it back to Snail Mail, Post Crossing

    Concluded a great Peloton ride this morning, while catching up on email, I stumbled upon two articles from the New York Times that drove me back to my site.

    Articles: 

    This year indeed has brought forth ebbs and flows, or waves. From being promoted last fall, annual incentive paid two days before the office closed in March, entered a city lockdown, hiding away in quarantine, and now the ultimate lull summer vacation (aka furlough). 

    I’ve always been an advocate for handwritten notes, cards, and good ole snail mail. I own 100’s of items that I could mail on a dime; greeting cards, custom stationery, postcards, indeed never a shortage of things I could send. In reading the NYT article, the comments highlighted a website I had not heard of.

    PostCrossing.com enables individuals around the world to connect via postcards. It brought back a feeling of nostalgia for pen pals I had through schooling. 

    How does Post Crossing work?  

    Giving it a shot! 

    Here are my first five outbound postcards 

    • Australia
    • Germany
    • Lithuania
    • Poland
    • Russian Federation

    In a time of social distancing and working through the waves of feelings, very cool to stumble upon a new way of connecting with the world. 

     

  • “My God, I’ve arrived. I’m there”, why your life is not a journey

    “My God, I’ve arrived. I’m there”, why your life is not a journey

    Two years I began this post, each time getting lost in the power of the words and beautiful imagery – “Alan Watts & David Lindberg – Why Your Life Is Not A Journey.”  

    No words yield justice to the perspective garners from the video. The difference, when I take time to listen and open my heart to hear. Far beyond the cliche, “I hope you dance”, “Life is a Journey”, “Success”, “Heaven After Your Dead”. 

    “If we thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at that end, and the thing was to get to that thing at that end. Success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you’re dead. But we missed the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing, and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played. “

     

    Scenes from Tree of Life

    Music: 

    Sleeping at Last Song, Saturn

    Sleeping at Last Song, Uranus

    A few you YouTube comments that resonated with my essence. 

    Youtube Quote 1

    Youtube Quote 2

    Youtube Quote 3

    The beautiful words of Sleeping at Last Song.

    Youtube Quote 4


    The existence, the physical universe is basically playful there is no necessity for it whatsoever.

    it isn’t going anywhere, that is to say, it doesn’t, have some destination that it ought to arrive at. But it’s best understood by analogy with music. Because music, as an art form is essentially playful. We say you play the piano, you don’t work the piano. Why? Music differs from, say travel. When you travel, you are trying to get somewhere.

    In music, though, one doesn’t make the end of the composition the point of the composition. If that was so, the best conductors would be those who played fastest, and there would be composers who wrote only finales. People would go to concert to hear just one crashing cord. Cause that’s the end. Say when dancing, you don’t aim at a particular spot in the room, that’s where you should arrive. The whole point of the dancing is the dance.

    Now but we don’t see that as something brought by our education into our everyday conduct. We’ve got a system of schooling that which a completely different. It’s all graded and what we do is put the child in the corridor of this grade system with a kind of “come on, kitty, kitty.” And you go to kindergarten, and that’s a great thing because when you finish that you get into first grade, and then come on first grade, leads to second grade and so on and then you get out of grade school you’ve got high school, And it’s revving up, this thing is coming. Then you’re going to college, by joe, by then you get into graduate school. And when you’re through with graduate school you go out to join the world.

    Then you get into some racket, where you’re selling insurance. And they’ve got that quota to make, and you’ve got to make that. And all the time the “thing” is coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, that great “thing,” the success you’re working for. then when you wake up one day when you’re about 40 years old, you say my god I’ve arrived , I’m there. And you don’t feel very different from what you always felt. Look at the people who live to retire, who put those savings away, and when they are 65, they don’t have energy left, they are more or less impotent, and uh, they go and rot in an old people senior citizen community.

    Because we simply cheated ourselves the whole way down the line. We thought of life by an analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at the end the thing was to get to that end, success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you’re dead.

    But, we miss the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played.

  • Pen to Paper, fingers to keyboard, what are they writing?

    Pen to Paper, fingers to keyboard, what are they writing?

    Flying home from New York (JFK) to Atlanta I notice two people seated one before the other along the aisle. Each in deep focus, broad, yet one can see, a different approach.

    The woman in 25E, MacBook powered up, PowerPoint open, scrolling through presentations, spreadsheets, listening to her air buds, frequently pausing, raising her hand to her face, searching graphics, tapping backspace, edit and delete.

    The gentleman in 26E, leather-bound journal open, fine point ink pen, listening to Spotify on his AirPods. He often runs his hands through his hair, looking up, biting the end of his pen, flipping to the back of his journal, test the ink, and flipping back to continue where he left off. Many times, looking deep into the words written out before him in the journal, many times appearing to be lost in thought. He strikes through words deemed unnecessary, looking up something on his phone, in the underlit halogen lighting of the plane (764). A glance up, pause, the pen back to the paper, he continues letting his consciousness flow.

    What perplexed me? I gaze at them both before me, he with his head resting on the palm of his hand, looking deep in thought at each word scribed in his journal. She was adjusting the font size and placement of graphics in her PowerPoint. These two individuals are capturing ideas, yet in stark contrast. His deleting and edit is a scribble on paper, bleeding through to the back of the page. Her creativity is adding a graphic or icon to a template. One can presume, her diligence on this late night flight is to deliver a work power point while the gent is capturing some thoughts in his journal. Looking outside, one can never know.

    The art of handwritten notes, letters, lists and much more is losing its base in the world. An avid owner of custom stationery, fountain pens, and a typewriter, yes, a typewriter. Why? I wish I could, but I don’t really know other than I know how I feel when I receive something tangible, holding in my hand versus an email, text or Facebook post.

    Pen and Ink Photo Updted

    I will never know what 26E was scribing, but between the two seatmates, I’d prefer being lost in my own thoughts. That challenge of looking back with an attempt to decipher my words, the scribbles. At this point, this second, the ink has been placed on his page, it doesn’t change with a backspace, or delete. The ink dries. I ponder what 26E scribed, but alas, he continues to write, I remain in nostalgia.

    The takeaway;

    In life, each second that passes, the ink dries. We aren’t afforded a backspace, edit, delete, new document. We can look back on the journey, learn from the mistakes, the scribbled out moments. Perhaps a moment we attempt to scribble out, we know deep inside will always be a big impression in the paper. The instances in life where we can’t change the past instead of taking time to understand the learning. Each day is a new page, each hour a new line, each stroke, a new second. We afforded to determine what is written before us, too often we opt not to yield time to pause. The world is moving around us, yet, it’s not the world around us, it’s the world that is before us.

    Quote by the brilliant Anthony Bourdain;

    “It seems that the more places I see and experience, the bigger I realize the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realize how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn. Maybe that’s enlightenment enough – to know that there is no final resting place of the mind, no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom, at least for me, means realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.”

    I continue to walk the earth today on my relentless journey to define The Human Element.

    Be humble, be grateful, be true to you. 

  • Touch vs. Feel

    Touch vs. Feel

    A discussion about the senses earlier this week ran through my mind today. I reflect back on that afternoon; the smell of rain, dark clouds above and the sound of raindrops hitting the street. My friend reached out, quickly grabbing a leaf from each tree we passed. Not saving them, picking out a new one along the path. He described the rationale behind catching a small piece of each tree. What did he feel in each leaf? What made them different from the one prior? Had I felt a lamb’s ear plant?

    We see, smell, hear and taste. How often can we say we touched something? I have an extensive cologne collection, appealing to a sense that perhaps, I’ve missed out on entirely experiencing aspects of life.

    Touch defined as; come so close to (an object) as to be or come into contact with it.

    In seeking clarity, how did feel differ from touch?

    Feel defined as: be aware of (a person or object) through touching or being touched.

    About the definitions, feel building upon touch, when we go beyond touching something and honestly feel it.

    My intention today, Touch.

    • Can we touch something that is not tangible?
    • Can we not only come into contact but become one with a purpose, emotion, person?
    • Surely we cannot forget how someone made us feel? Can we vividly describe how something felt under our fingertips?
    • In our hands?
    • Next to our cheek?

    Touch, in all simplicity, can enable us as we wander this earth to develop a connection to the world around us. Part of defining The Human Element is not to come into contact, instead to become one with a purpose, emotion or person. I continue to walk the earth today on my relentless journey to define The Human Element.

    Be humble, be grateful, be true to you,

     

  • 365 Gathered Truths

    365 Gathered Truths

    “True, that’s some good food for thought,” a fascinating phrase when I think about food to give me thought. Of course, it has a meaning of something too stimulating you to have a perspective of something or to think through something.

    Over the past two months, I have sought out ways to give my soul something to ponder, work through, understand perspective, determine what, if any is a takeaway which I can learn from. A means to drive stimulation in my brain, evoke a feeling in my heart (both positive and negative) and a self-journey to determine the existence of a connection to my soul. This is one of several ways I continue to challenge my level of vulnerability with myself and when before others.

    This week I picked up 365 Gathered Truths from one of my favorite stores, Sugarboo & Co-Dealer of Whimsy. A collection of 365 thought-provoking cards from an array of individuals, groups, and spiritual being.

     

    Truth defined as; a fact or belief that is accepted as true… the quality or state of being true.

    About the definition, “belief that is accepted as true.” Accepted as truth by who? The individuals surrounding me have similar beliefs, but many different which makes us the variety of people to seek out conversation to expand our mind. Though in the definition, accepting of truth, anyone which I cross paths with could hold a belief so as truth, as outlandish it may be. To the extent of such a substantial feeling to be a conviction.

    Impossible for each quote to be true for merely being printed on the hand-cut paper. My intention today, Truth.

    • What if I gathered my personal truths?
    • What if I was so honest with myself that the vulnerability could leave me hurt?
    • What if the words I write on a paper if shared, would change the perception the world has on me?
    • Would I roam the world in fear of more judgment?
    • Would I be too concerned with judgment, to be honest with myself?
    • What if I accepted something as being true, or a state of being true, which I learn to be a fallacy?

    Giving thought to the new context in my Bullet Journal, opening my heart to myself. Only to garner more clarity to what my existence is, opportunities afforded to make a difference in life. I continue to walk the earth today on my relentless journey to define The Human Element.

  • Clarity

    Clarity

    Returning to Yoga last month has improved my physical but even more, my spiritual health. Each journey was concluding with food for thought leaving my mind racing. Yesterday, Tricia shared the intention, “Clarity.”

    Clarity defined as; the quality of being clear, in particular. the quality of coherence and intelligibility. The quality of being easy to see or hear; sharpness of image or sound.

    With each movement, I continued to remind and reinforce, Clarity. The class ended, but the journey concluded in a night of restlessness. In the still of the night, I awoke around 1:45 with the word clarity emboldened in my mind. Tossing and turning, telling myself to try to get some sleep. The word continued to be present, closing my eyes, seeing it spelled before me. I saw a child bouncing a blue rubber ball in the distance, with each toss closer to me, the imagery became clear. I began to whisper the word, Clarity, in pursuit of understanding why this one word was reverberating. I could feel myself exploring the deepest parts of my mind. Unable to dismiss the word, a focus, why can I not stop thinking of clarity?

    Clarity:

    Acknowledging, and ownership for improving additional aspects of my life. A new sunrise, own the journey.

    Acceptance, thinking through recent engagement from others, more often, asking favors. A relationship can sunset, it does not mean the end, it was good but not intended to last.

    Apology, those in my life that I have lost and those fortunate to still be a light in my life. Extending empathy to those I have hurt, those who are in circumstances of pain beyond their control. People who are unable to step into moments of light, energy; limited by restraint, emotional and physical.

    Humility, reflecting on what I consider critical in my Bucket of Importance. Charging through some of the most challenging times with an enormous worry for those impacted by my outcome. A time to sigh.

    My takeaway from Tricia; When you have CLARITY of intention, the universe conspires with you to make it happen.

    Despite very little sleep, the compelling self-exploration of self-awareness outweighed the much needed; I will walk the earth today on my relentless journey to define The Human Element.