Some thoughts on AI-powered bird feeders and poetry
I have finally reached the level in parenting where my kid calls me “bruh.” This is every parent’s dream come true.
I’m not interested in Black Friday sales, except for that bird feeder with camera I saw on Instagram. It’s called the Birdbuddy. I don’t have a garden because I live in a building surrounded by concrete and cars, so it would be useless for me to have one. If I ever move into a house or an area with more trees, please send Birdbuddies my way. Thanks.
Yesterday I was driving in TMR (Town of Mount-Royal), which is a rich neighbourhood in Montreal with multi-million dollar mid-century homes. Is life better when you live in a house like that? More space. Ensuite bathrooms. AI-powered bird feeders that send alerts to your phone. Then I saw someone’s CyberTruck parked in a driveway and thought, no.
I’ve been filming squirrels a lot.
I was in the waiting room of a new beauty salon. I had a waxing appointment. When the esthetician came to see me, she gave me one look and said: “So we’re doing your eyebrows today?”
I was there for my upper lip.
I used to be a professional copywriter. I realized that writing poetry is like copywriting. You try to convey a message, even a whole story, in only a couple of lines. The difference with poetry is that you’re not selling anything. You’re simply baring your soul.
This is how I bare my soul:
The kid and his “bruh,” also known as his mother, me, have been walking by Jean-Talon Market after school almost every day this week. We go there to smell the Christmas trees. A couple of inhales is all it takes.
What’s wrong with my eyebrows?
One day, when I’m no longer on this planet, in a very very long time, several decades from now, I hope my kid thinks of me as the person who taught him to pause and smell the trees.
The only place where AI belongs is in bird feeders.
Bye for now!
Obsession of the week
Making this squirrel video. Should you decide to watch it, please turn your sound on!
