8am and on. Still trying to come up with a better question to make sense of the models answers. Still unsure. And once again feeling unsettling traces of mismatch between professional attitude and personal mindset. Breathing into the tea mug. And waiting for mental dust to settle.
(Too: Closing browser tabs the night left open. Unsure which random insights led into the murky world of old Unix derivatives and same as old VAX machines. The model doesn't know either. Maybe that odd nostalgia about technology being both advanced and still archaic, that roots in yesterday while increasingly overwhelmed by the new walls of todays tools and toys.)
Closing in on 4pm. Considering man/machine interaction. Talking to the model, processing responses, trying, failing, trying again. Clashing of erratic moods with deterministic systems. Soft blue gradients behind slightly stained windows, a fly in afternoon light, and the plethora of ringtones used by people in the buildings across the street. Too nervous too loud.
4pm and on. Not searching, still surprise findings. Afternoons derailed, slightly confused, pondering quantity and quality again and left a bit dissatisfied. Also: Documentation woes, as always. The challenge of knowing in advance what will be needed later on. The model has no idea either and remains quiet.
(The whitepaper insists on the fact that a particular component of the software is about to "open itself" whenever needed and somehow this wording feels more than just a little bit intimidating. Even though the model doesn't really object. Thin lines between artificial intelligence and artificial gut feeling.)