Evolution | Miss Conception

Unpopular opinion? Every generation has a boogeyman.

And now? Artificial Intelligence has become the newest punching bag. How convenient?

What fascinates me isn’t that people are skeptical. Skepticism is healthy. What fascinates me is how many people have already decided AI is evil without ever taking the time to understand it. Lord, is our species in trouble!

I would be genuinely curious to know how many of the loudest AI critics watch football, drive cars, fly on airplanes, scroll social media, stream movies, play video games, or rely on GPS to get them everywhere they go. Everything we do has an impact on the world.

Everything.

Yet somehow, AI has become the scapegoat because it is much easier than taking the time to understand the value.

The irony is that most of us have been using forms of artificial intelligence for decades. GPS navigation, recommendation algorithms, voice assistants, predictive text, fraud detection, search engines—we’ve been quietly benefiting from AI long before ChatGPT arrived at the party.

The difference now is that the technology has become visible. And visibility makes people uncomfortable.

AI Didn’t Make Me Less Creative

It Made Me More Creative.

I’m an artist! A poet. A producer. An educator. A performer.

And AI has not replaced any of those things. It has amplified them.

The songs I’ve created with AI collaboration have received some of the strongest feedback of my creative life. I made a birthday anthem for my best friend Stacy that made us both cry multiple times.

The educational programs I’ve developed with AI assistance are more polished than I ever could have imagined. I’m talking about personalized trivia games, Torah yoga, Jewish Jenga, and so much more!

No, I’m not “stealing other people’s art”! I am putting my own photography and logo and branded imagery in, letting it work it’s AI mash up magic, and coming out with more fantastic fliers and PR material than I ever dreamed of. Would I have paid another graphic desiger to do any of this? NO! I would have done it myself, and it would have looked half assed, because I’m not getting paid for most of the art I produce anyway.

Projects I have had sitting in my parking lot for 10 years are finally getting handeled and out the door. (Check out this children’s book I wrote, based on a true story about my vegetarian grandmother getting caught eating lambchops, that I never thought I’d be able to get to!

The grants, lesson plans, workshop outlines, marketing materials, event concepts, and research projects I create are more organized and comprehensive than ever before.

True story: One grant I applied for was turned down, and when I asked for feedback as to why I did not receive the funding, I was told that my application was SO polished, SO professional, and SO good, that it was lightyears ahead of everyone else who submitted, and they did not think that I was a real person who had applied. (First world problems!). I’ll call it a win, and a learning curve.

The emails I have sent to parents and target audiences have received “wow factor” feedback, with people gushing to ask “how did you write that?” and telling me “well done!”. For example, one of our students wasn’t following the dress code, which was proving to be ‘distracting’ in a professional school environment. After multiple attempts to call the student in, it was clear I needed to send an email to the parents and get clear on our policy. I spent a bunch of time researching how other faith-based organizations word this delicate predicament, again and again only to find useless verbiage stating “it is a case-by-case scenario”, and that it’s” up to each community to determine the best guidelines to uphold”. Finally I turned to AI to “write me an email to middle school parents about proper dress code for a reform synagouge” and I get more compliments on my classy email about classroom etiquette. The middle schoolers still need cat herding, but at least it is clear on our end what is expected.

Not because the machine did the work. Because I did. Yes, the machine helped. (The robots can be your friends, too!). But my brain was still involved. You can’t check out. This distinction matters.

A paintbrush doesn’t make someone a great painter.
A camera doesn’t make someone a photographer.
A typewriter doesn’t make someone a published writer.

And ChatGPT doesn’t make someone more creative.

Creativity still comes from people.
Ideas still come from people.
Vision still comes from within.
The soul is still human.

So, when you hear that something is affiliated with AI, do you automatically stop listening and discredit the source? If so, you might be missing the point.

The Real Problem Isn’t AI

It’s Lazy Humans.

I hear people say: “AI is producing garbage,” and sometimes that’s true, but that is what humans do! Garbage in, garbage out. The only reason there IS garbage within AI is because a HUMAM put it there.

If you feed AI thoughtless prompts, you’ll get thoughtless results. If you don’t fact-check, edit, revise, question, or contribute your own intelligence, you’ll create mediocre work.

The problem isn’t artificial intelligence. The problem is people outsourcing their intelligence.

I use AI every day. And I spend just as much time correcting it, refining it, challenging it, and collaborating with it as I do accepting its suggestions.

AI is not an oracle. It’s not a replacement for critical thinking. It’s not a doctor, and it’s not your therapist. It’s a brainstorming partner. A research assistant. A creative collaborator. It can facilitate a conversation with your doctor to ensure that you are getting proper medical answers and attention that you deserve. It can help you book flights and find the best pricing with the most direct route, cutting out all the bullshit (no advertisements in AI researching!)

It is a mirror that often reflects the quality of what you bring to it. So take a look at that reflection folks, and if you don’t like what you see, then maybe it’s time to get back to the gym.

“OY! It’s Taking Our Jobs”

So let’s talk about that elephant in the room.

People often say, “AI is taking our jobs.” Quite the contrary, actually. (You were going to lose your job you didn’t want to work anyway!)

What’s happening is that people who understand how to use AI effectively are becoming more productive than people who refuse to learn it. That is who is taking your job. Someone who knows how to work with the robots.

The same thing happened with computers.
The internet.
Social media.
Digital design tools.

Technology changes the job market. That is nothing new.

The question isn’t whether AI has a purpose. The question is whether we’re willing to learn how to use it responsibly. Because the longer we refuse to engage with it, the harder it will become to catch up. And you didn’t miss the boat yet, there is still time for you, but you have to do. your homework, and not remain passively critical. You’re biting yourself in the ass.

The Ethics Still Matter

This is where the conversation gets interesting. Because I don’t believe every use of AI is ethical. Far from it.

We should be discussing:
Transparency.
Privacy.
Bias.
Misinformation.
Deepfakes.
Plagiarism.
Consent.
Environmental impact.

Those conversations are important. In my workshops and talks about using this new technology, I talk extensively about ethical AI use, especially when it comes to talking to our children about it (because just like with sex and drugs, if you DON’T teach them, they are going to learn about it somewhere. How much do you want to control that narrative?”

Fact-check everything.
Protect your private information.
Don’t use AI to cheat.
Don’t use AI to impersonate people.
Don’t use AI to spread misinformation.
Don’t use AI to replace your humanity.

Use it to enhance it. Technology reflects the values of the people using it. Always has. Always will.

What About Our Children?

As an educator, I believe one of the biggest mistakes we could make is pretending AI doesn’t exist. Many schools and organizations are trying to ban it. I can sure empathize and understand the instinct. Everyone is afraid of what they do not understand. But history suggests prohibition rarely teaches wisdom or has been effective. Instead, we should be teaching students:

How to verify information.
How to recognize bias.
How to write better prompts.
How to be HONEST.
How to think critically.
How to collaborate with technology without becoming dependent upon it.

The future belongs to people who can think for themselves. AI doesn’t change that. If anything, it makes thinking even more important.

Don’t Let it Replace Human Judgement!

One of my favorite examples of why AI should NOT replace human judgment happened when I asked it to create a meme of a Mushroom Minyan, which came after a lady came in from outside exclaiming “there was a mushroom minyan in the yard!” which was a group of ten mushrooms in the grass. By the time I went outside to take a picture of it, it had been destroyed, and I was not able to capture that imagry.

For those unfamiliar, a minyan in Judaism requires ten or more people gathered together for prayer. So I asked AI to confidently generate an adorable image of mushrooms gathered in community… except the image it created had only nine mushrooms. And I failed to count them. The entire joke depended on there being ten! (Come on, Sara!)

Another time, I used AI to help create a song for my students and was so excited about the result that I failed to fact-check it before presenting it to them. Within minutes, the kids started raising their hands and pointing out inaccuracies. Instead of pretending the technology was perfect, I turned it into a teachable moment. We discussed why AI gets things wrong, how important it is to verify information, and then we worked together to correct the lyrics. Ironically, the mistake became more valuable than if the song had been perfect in the first place.

AI isn’t failing when it makes mistakes—that’s expected. The failure happens when humans stop thinking critically and assume the machine is always right. The goal isn’t to let AI do our thinking for us. The goal is to become better thinkers because of how we engage with it.

Don’t even get me started on the humans that are intentionally feeding AI wrong infrormation to sabotage the results. I wish I had that kind of time on my hands!

A Tool for Human Flourishing

The greatest gift AI has given me isn’t productivity. It’s time. Time with family. Time with my dog. Time for self-care. Time for art. Time for ideas. Time for community. If a tool can save me hours of repetitive work and allow me to spend more energy on the people and projects I love, that feels less like a threat and more like an opportunity.

The real question isn’t: “What can AI do?” The better question is: “What can we do with the time, creativity, and possibilities it gives back to us?”

Let’s Have the Conversation

Right now there are two camps: those who If you’ve already decided AI is evil, this article probably won’t change your mind. That’s okay.

But if you’re curious…

If you’re open-minded…

If you’re interested in having a thoughtful conversation about creativity, education, ethics, productivity, and the future of human imagination… I’d love to visit your organization.

I offer engaging presentations and workshops for educators, artists, marketers, nonprofits, schools, and community organizations on how to use AI creatively, responsibly, ethically, and effectively.

No hype.
No fearmongering.
No techno-utopian nonsense.

Just an honest conversation about one of the most important tools of our generation.

The future is already here. The question is whether we’re willing to learn how to dance with it.

Rememeber: “The thinker hated the pen. The writer hated the brush.”

— MissContradiction

“Creating all this drama while running from our trauma” Professor Nightlife Jones

“Despite all my rage, Im still just a rat in a cage!” – Jai Love

I’ve come to love the sound of the recycling jingling in and out of cans outside my bedroom window on the street below…. not because of the environmental implications, I mean, but because it sounds like home. My home, now. Life on Clement. 94118. I chose this very place, of all the towns and cities in the United States, I picked here. The Inner Richmond. Why? Many reasons. Fate. Chance. Coupled with my proximity to work in Tiburon at the synagogue, and for a variety of other factors involving landscape, environment, proximity and creativity, this is my home of choice. My sanctuary. My center. The eye of my storm.

That’s not to say I don’t doubt myself everyday. Did I make the right choice? Pick the right city? The right job? The right part of town. I KNOW that I picked the right partner, thank goodness, and I am grateful everyday for that clarity. So why have I been so…. disillusioned? So unhappy. What more could I want?

Yes, I do miss my family. But I like it here. I like who I have become. I’m not as sweet as I used to be, but much kinder and smarter, I’d like to think. Rougher. More careful with my energy and time and space. Protective. A mamma bear. I work out now, sort of. I actively DON’T eat cheese at every meal. I don’t smoke… near as much as I used to. I don’t weigh myself down with unnecessary bullshit and small talk with people I don’t care about. So where are these giant waves of sadness coming from? Are they a part of me? Or maybe much bigger than me? Generations larger than I can possibly comprehend, it seems.

And I am open to it. I asked to understand, the human condition. I remember at six-years-old asking for answers of the universe. I read Conversations with God and the Four Agreements at an early age, and lots of other spirituality self help type books that seemed reasonably informative. I remember adults protecting me from the truth, for the same damn reasons we protect our own hearts and tune out our own minds when it’s convenient, which is more often than not these days. Every night we feel the need to turn the volume up or down, it seems. To alter our current state, because reality is not pretty.

And sure, we can blame it on mercury in retrograde, or the solar storms, or claim we are just products of our environment, and that’s nice, to put a name on it. A blame. “Survival of the fittest”, gone wrong. Of course, I am not niave enough to think it is all outside consequences no, I am open to it being all my fault. By no means is my life perfection; though I wouldn’t have had it any other way. The amount of beauty and joy I have been shown far outweighs and exceeds the haunting of mistakes and misdeeds, that me and those who came before have scored. Everything we know is constantly in a stage of flux and transition; growing, changing, building, maintaining. Disruption. Creation. On repeat. New twist. Developed plots thicken. We grow sicker. We discover a cure. It is true, that I have grown sicker, weaker, sadder. And it has been very hard for me to admit that to myself, because once you give it power, then it changes, right?

Upon reflecting of my past, my relationships gone wrong, friendships failed, I have grown discouraged. Though admitting your mistakes is the first step to changing the future. Please know that if I haven’t followed through or reached out to you lately, and I was supposed to, please forgive me. Life has been like a god damn tornado. I lived my whole life in Kansas thinking I’d never seen a tornado, until I got to San Francisco and realized that the tornado was all around me. I was the calm.

Somehow, I’ve thrown myself out of orbit. What was once an eye is now a limb, a gust, an upheaval of old foundation crumbled to new. As I continue to stumble down this dumbfounded road, seeing new walks of life, some pristine and some soot, I recognize my own depression is a result of years of neglect and emotional instability, from my own actions but also from the gusts of wind from other storms, other atmospheres, colliding. Exhausted. Worn.

The storm comes and goes, and so does my vulnerability. As I continue to try and be as present and available to others all the while taking care of my own sanity. I want to do more. I aim to do more. I will not give up on doing more, for myself and for my community.

Sometimes it is as simple as switching your medication.

Sometimes, it’s as simple as saying something. Speaking up.

Saying I’m sorry if you have to.

Admitting your truth and finding your next step.

Sourcing the pain, so you can work on healing the wound.

My friend taught me a learning recently. She said “Sara, you’ve been so open, you’re forgetting to protect yourself”. And then she taught me to clear. After years of being an empath, I now am aware of the consequences of neglecting that power.

“Thank you (insert higher being here)
for clearing all draining and negative energy chords
in all directions of time. “

» three deep breaths – then follow with «

“Thank you (insert higher being)
for shielding me with 1000 feet of silver light
in all directions of time. And so it is”

-From April King_

Ripples that we make go everywhere, in all directions. We make them constantly- some microscopic and some so big we can’t even see that it’s a wave.

I Invite you, to be careful what you put in motion, as it may not turn out like you thought. You may not even be thinking about it consciously at all. Luck is chance and fate is a game. Back and forth. Sometimes you win sometimes you loose and you don’t have to play. You choose to feel it all or feel nothing. Both have consequence. Balance is only possible with out attachment and then constant upkeep of the body soul and mind / space we occupy. None of it matters and it all matters we all could argue reasoning for both. We are that enlightened. And yet we are our own enemy. We hold each other back. We fight the way of nature. We protect what we have know we hold onto tradition and the sacred for dear life maybe for a good reason maybe not. Sometimes both. The complexities of chance and fate and intentions at work here are astronomical unpredictable. The equation is long and the ripples are strong. Waves so big you may not even notice it.

In this day of age we are all ripe and raw. We are BOTH sides of the coin and the paradox. We are all misconceptions. We could all argue both sides of the fence. So be careful what you say and always tell the truth. If you have the facts and integrity and kindness you will come out ahead and if for no one else but yourself. Be your own karma. Don’t forget to breath through it all. I love you. I’m working it out just as you are. Maybe you’ve learned something and have something to teach me. Don’t hold back; please, we need your voice.

“It’s about planting a seed, letting it grow
Nourish it, flourish is, give it grow, flow,
Water it down until the roots take hold
from the leaves on the trees to our breaks get old
Cultivate relationship millions of years,
Keep it strong, erase thereof fears.
Don’t you let no producer tell you that you can’t,
Just make sure you’re careful which seeds you plant”

-MissConception, 2009, Plantin’ a Seed-

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AI Is Not the Enemy. But Your Closed Mind Might Be