Gimme shelter, sang the Rolling Stones. Give everyone headphones and a study booth, might be the 2027 remix.

Yes, there's SEO and all that, and this is a blog post after all. But I'm much more interested in making eye contact with the person at the bus stop. So, whatever.

So, there's chips, and there's chips. Ask your great-grandparents, and then ask the nearest five-year-old. A crucial difference. Not just one.

In a final note for now about AI, I say something about the use and abuse of logic and grammar.

Anguish and tuxedos. As if they make sense together. (Horrible.)

We should explore this world as an adventure — unless, of course, it might actually affect us.

Just notes on certainty and hearsay, as I thnk aloud about how artificial intelligence shows us more than we wanted to see about what we're full of.

When I got a new mobile router, I was staring at Spicy Ginger Biscuits. The whole thing got me started on memories of 1980s Olympic-style evangelism. That's technology for you.

It was a sad day when we heard Catherine O'Hara had passed away. But AI told me not to worry.

You get knocked over by a wave. It was 5ft. No, sorry, 50ft. No, sorry, 50,000ft… or like Job. At what point is the hurt such that the scale isn't the point. Oh, and AI.

These things would only ever happen in church or in a crisis. (Like Tom Hanks with an ice skate — needs must. Sometimes. Other times it's inappropriate, dangerous, outrageous and misguided.) Hence my new fancy word, ship-wreck-less-ons. The kind of things any one of us might learn in Chapter Seventeen.

Am I alone in finding everything I encounter brings up a thousand other things? Now apply that to reading the Bible. I know.

Just an average writing day, but genuinely finding my private thinking interrupted by questions about how that might seem if said aloud.

Is cosmetic language surgery a thing? I think it might just be.

In a world where you need and what you can give is part of the answer as well as the question, all kinds of doors and windows might open.

Did you spot the SIGN in insignificance? Strange, that. And something about Isaiah, Jonah, Bob.

Not everyone needs the same thing, whatever they tell you. The question is who decides what they DO need?

What's significant all depends, doesn't it? Yesterday it was being crammed in a lift. Today it's the sandwiches.