I am always grateful that the pulp fiction I read in my childhood included mysteries as well as science fiction, so I internalized the notion that some people are just out to scam you.
Rest of world: (sobbing) You can’t just call everything a pudding!
J. J. Thomson: (points at atom) pudding
I confess myself a bit baffled by people who act like “how to interact with ChatGPT” is a useful classroom skill. It’s not a word processor or a spreadsheet; it doesn’t have documented, well-defined, reproducible behaviors. No, it’s not remotely analogous to a calculator. Calculators are built to be right, not to sound convincing. It’s a bullshit fountain. Stop acting like you’re a waterbender making emotive shapes by expressing your will in the medium of liquid bullshit. The lesson one needs about a bullshit fountain is not to swim in it.
“Oh, but it’s a source of inspiration!”
So, you’ve never been to a writers’ workshop, spent 30 minutes with the staff on the school literary magazine, seen the original “You’re the man now, dog!” scene, or had any other exposure to the thousand and one gimmicks invented over the centuries to get people to put one word after another.
“It provides examples for teaching the art of critique!”
Why not teach with examples, just hear me out here, by actual humans?
“Students can learn to write by rewriting the output!”
Am I the only one who finds passing off an edit of an unattributable mishmash as one’s own work to be, well, flagrantly unethical?
“You’re just yelling at a cloud! What’s next, calling for us to reject modernity and embrace tradition?”
I’d rather we built our future using the best parts of our present rather than the worst.