J. Craig Wheeler

I've mused before that I have gotten some nice reviews, 5-star, on Amazon, but very few. I posted the best one on my Authors Guild site.

Thomas Friedman recently published a passionate opinion piece in the NYT about the need for the U.S. and China to cooperate to encourage the development of human-oriented AI. That resonated with me, so I submitted a short letter to the NYT in response. Nothing came of it.

My friend and colleague Phil Kelton invited me to give a presentation on the technological future of humanity to a group from The University of Texas Retired Faculty and Staff Association. We met on September 24 in an Austin branch library. There was a good crowd, about 30 people. They asked lots of questions and contributed discussion during and after my formal power point presentation. I gave a first edition signed copy of The Krone Experiment to anyone who had me sign a copy of The Path to Singularity, seven of them.

Having recently discovered the local Westbank Writers group, I sat in on their weekly Monday meeting on September 29. The writing exercise was on an "emergency." I wrote about sleepily nearly driving my used sports car off the highway early one morning when I had driven all night from college in Boston to visit my parents in Philadelphia. The following week, October 6, I gave a presentation to the group. While working on my father's biography, I had been wrestling with how to use his personal notes that described him being in the emotional dumps -- not how I remembered him at all. I had just come to a point in his life where all his disparate history of technical engineering work -- the first hydrogen bomb, a nuclear airplane, weather satellites -- came together and led to his future work on the Apollo program. I submitted to the group a sample of a chapter where I described that convergence. I got some good comments on how to balance the character of the person against the fascinating technology, a persistent challenge. My son, Rob, attended that session and added some useful comments. The next week, Rob gave his own introduction to his work: graphic novels, interactive fiction, screenplays, movies, theater.

In the previous blog, I wrote about seeking to promote a "long tail" for The Path to Singularity now that it is nearly a year old. I had been pondering employing Amazon Adwords. I have been using ChatGPT for various hints. On October 25, I asked for some perspective on using Amazon Adwords. I got a 42-page response. Imposing. I still have not done anything, but maybe soon.

After two days of broken connection, on October 7, I checked the Bartz v. Anthropic web site. I confirmed that Anthropic had pirated the original hardback version of The Krone Experiment (but none of my other books). That edition was published by Pressworks Publishing, Inc. in Dallas, run by a friend of mine. I waited to attend an Authors Guild Zoom webinar on the legal case on October 16, then submitted a claim. I own all the rights and might get $3000. I got an email acknowledging my claim on Halloween. We'll see.

Those following the news may be aware that The University of Texas and indeed, the whole U.S. system of higher education, is under considerable pressure to stop being "woke." Partially as a result, UT now has a new chancellor, a new president, and a new provost. On October 8, the new president, Jim Davis, gave a presentation to the Academy of Distinguished Teachers, of which I'm a retired member. I give him credit for mentioning virtually all the hot button items that were on the minds of the fifty or so attendees. He certainly understands the issues. He is between a gubernatorial rock and a faculty/student hard place. The question will be what he does about the issues.

In passing, Davis mentioned AI and technology and "futurists" with a hint of disdain. After his talk, I gave him my card advertising The Path to Singularity, which he tucked in a pocket. At the suggestion of one of my colleagues, I then left a copy of book for him at the Tower the next day. I have no idea whether he got the book or will look at it.

A week later, President Davis was scheduled to talk at a luncheon of the Retired Faculty and Staff Association. I was curious to see whether he would say anything different than he did at the Academy session. It turned out he was called away on travel, busy man, and was a no-show. I know Lee Bash, the son of the ex-director of McDonald Observatory, who works in the office of the president arranging social functions. Lee was at the lunch overseeing the arrival of attendees. I said hello and mentioned my previous encounter with the president. Lee said he would make sure Davis got the book. I'm not holding my breath.

 In early September, I attended an Austin Forum session on the evolution of coding in the age of LLM, agents, and chatbots. The argument presented was that what has traditionally been the root code, C, C++, never mind machine language, is becoming irrelevant. Rather, the various LLM models become the elements of coding, and in the future prompts become the ground truth of the coding language. One can currently use the LLM models for their individual capacities, although some argue that the LLM models are similar enough that it does not matter much which one uses. Jay Boisseau, Director of the Austin Forum, advised that everyone should ask the chatbot embedded in their browser to write a simple app, just for the experience. My concern with this understandable development where prompts become the language of coding is that it buries the capacity of the LLM models to lie and deceive, which will remain latent.

I received a surprising and remarkable email from Paul Horowitz, Shep Doeleman, and Peter Fisher, whom I know professionally but not personally. They are pioneers of the amazing Event Horizon Telescope that uses an array of radio telescopes to make images of the near vicinity of supermassive black holes where Einstein physics reigns. The email said that I have a small fan club in the Boston area for my novel, The Krone Experiment, and the associated ambitious but microbudget film made by my son, Rob. The EVT folks declared that "it would be terrific to see the book revisited and given the attention and resources of a major production," a dream I have long harbored. They had been talking to a filmmaker at Netflix who said that I need to approach them through a film agent, which I don't have. Thinking about it, though. I'd been paying a monthly amount to advertise The Krone Experiment book, screenplay, and film on a hosting web site, The Black List. I decided to cancel that after ten months of no response. Dream on.
 
On September 8, I wrote my literary agent, Regina Ryan, an email summarizing my attempts to promote a "long tail" for The Path to Singularity. I groused that I seemed to have lost contact with the staff at Prometheus Press. Regina contacted my editor there, Jon Kurtz, and three days later I heard from my new publicist, Anthony Pomes, at the parent company Globe Pequot. There is only so much Anthony can do for a book that is now almost a year old, but we are talking. He is trying to get me on the Coast-to-Coast radio program again.

In my previous blog (#22), I had mentioned my thoughts about promoting Path to colleges and universities who might use it as a text or supplemental material. My nephew-in-law, Alejandro Lau, took this to heart. Alejandro has been using LLM chatbots in his business. He prompted ChatGPT 5 Instant, Grok 4 Fast, and Gemini 2.5 Fast to look for relevant courses in AI ethics and associated topics in a bunch of English-speaking countries, then asked Grok 4 to merge the three reports. The result was a 34-page response with a list of 78 courses. Following up will take some work.

I attended an Authors Guild Zoom webinar on the AI revolution and the publication business. The audience of writers was clearly anxious and irritable in a way I've never seen before in one of these sessions. They assailed the speaker and the AG interviewer for not focusing on their anxieties. The threatened assault of AI on writers' livelihoods has clearly touched a nerve. I paid a token amount to attend another Authors Guild webinar on Post-Publication Strategies for Book Promotion, looking for hints for my long tail efforts. That yielded some follow up material on where and how to find readers, but overall, I did not find this webinar that much more rewarding than the free ones.

For grins, Rob and I went to the dedication of the new administration building for the city of West Lake Hills. The Westbank Library had a table. The women staffing it told me that there was a regular weekly writers' group that met at the library. I stopped by the library and donated a copy of Path a couple of days later.

Having learned about the Westbank Library writers' group that meets every Monday at 5 PM, I thought I would give it a try. I had the impression it was just on Zoom, but in checking the library website, I realized that it was both live and on Zoom. I thought I would do the live version to meet people and show my face. I got to the library in time to do some texting, then at 4:50, I went up to the desk and asked about the writing group. A friendly receptionist told me I was in the wrong branch library. I grumbled thanks, to which she replied, "no problem." Not for her, I thought. Being a quick-thinking sort-of-technically adept person, I thought I should go ahead and join the Zoom on my iPhone. I parked myself outside in a patio area, fired up Zoom on my phone, fumbled a bit with video and mute, and, voila, joined the group just as it was starting. There were a few people on Zoom and perhaps a half dozen at the other branch library. It was hard to tell because the camera was on a laptop that could not easily encompass the whole group at once.

I had a very nice time for the next hour with the phone held as steady as I could manage. The group was very friendly and welcoming and good humored. I introduced myself as a retired astronomer with a few books and some in the works. Various people related their recent experiences such as plans to attend and sign books at festivals. I mentioned my pending talk to the UT Retired Faculty and Staff Association at an Austin branch library. The group then reported on the results of last week's writing assignments. People contributed opening prompts on the theme of panicked situations. These were then distributed anonymously to other participants who wrote a little story that they read in this session. Then everyone tried to guess who wrote which prompt.

I was sitting in the 95-degree heat. About halfway through the session, the Sun had shifted, and I was no longer in the shade of large oaks. I moved over and sat next to a life-size statue of Mark Twain, which drew chuckles from the group. I propped my arm holding the iPhone on his arm. A couple of people leaving the library guessed I was trying to pose for a selfie. I explained I was on a Zoom call, but succumbed to the second insistent woman, since I did want a selfie.

This week's exercise was to write about a ludicrous situation where the proposed solution to a situation was completely incommensurate with the problem. They were to write for 10 minutes. I begged off since I was in no position to write anything. All told, a pleasant hour. I'll try it again.

Although there were tendrils of my interest in topics that I discussed in The Path to Singularity winding back into my past, the concrete seeds were planted in Fall 2012 when I organized a session of Reading Roundup. These seminars are sponsored by the UT Academy of Distinguished Teachers as a way of introducing incoming freshman to the university. A professor picks a book. If they are interested, students sign up to read the book and attend the discussion the day before classes start. I did many of them over the years, picking a different book every time. For reasons I describe in the Preface to "Path," this year I had the students read Darwin. I was blown away to find that many of the freshmen were very aware that we knew enough biology — DNA, genes, etc. — to design our own evolution. The idea had never occurred to me, but I thought this notion could be the basis of a full-fledged course. I was given permission to teach a course, The Future of Humanity, and did so regularly until I retired in 2019 with a set of notes that were the basis of the book.

I stopped volunteering for the Reading Roundup when I retired, but when the call came out this year, I realized I had to do it, using "Path" as my text. I admit I was aware that I might sell a few books and perhaps glean some word-of-mouth support for the book, but I mainly did it because it just seemed right to close the loop the year the book came out; looking back to the origins of the book and to the future of the current crop of students who will have to negotiate our AI-addled environment.

Thirteen students signed up for the session on Sunday, August 24, 2025. I picked up blank nametags and some swag in the Reading Roundup offices in Jester Dorm and then got lost trying to find my assigned room in the Sanchez building. There were maps on the first floor, but none on the fourth floor of the sprawling building where I was assigned a classroom. I put out a hand-made sign pointing to the room and guided some students looking for my room or others.

My group was a delightful mix of backgrounds, races, and ethnicities. Some were engineers interested in AI; others were from liberal arts. We talked about the exponential rush of technology, AI, brain/computer interfaces, post-Darwinian genetics, climate change. We talked about jobs and how to keep up. One fellow confessed he talked too much and proceeded to do so. They had lots of questions, and it was a good discussion. Afterward, I signed a few books. I'm not sure I'll do this again, but I'm very happy I did so this year.

Two days later, I participated in an online book discussion sponsored by the Austin Forum. We talked about Range, by David Epstein, a paean to the virtue of being a generalist in a specialized world.

I'm trying to switch my mindset from selling books in the post-release rush (only moderately successful) to promoting a "long tail." On Wednesday, 8/27/25, I had a minor outpatient surgery in the morning and gave the surgeon and his nurse my cards advertising "Path." They seemed genuinely interested not merely polite. That afternoon, I attended an online webinar sponsored by The Authors Guild on where and how to find readers. I filed some of those notes away and still need to absorb and implement the suggestions. In addition to "Path," that exercise might help with my dad's biography that I am dedicated to write, but with which I struggle to define exactly what my audience is. I dream of a biography with broad appeal. My son, Rob, and writer friend, Wayne Bowen, are beta readers for the biography. They are helping me try to come to grips with that issue.

On Saturday, August 30, I went to one of the irregular house concerts sponsored by my neighbor, Paul Barker. I was seated near a family: father, mother, and young adult son. The father remarked that I was a ringer for someone he knew, probably the mustache. The son elaborated that the reference was to his grandfather. He said that, like his grandfather, I have kind eyes. Wow! That was a new one on me. I had not intended to flog the book, but at the break I gave a "Path" card to the son and asked him to give it to his grandfather and tell him he has kind eyes. The son confessed that his grandfather had passed. I blustered and said, "then give this card to your father and tell him his father had kind eyes." Awkward, but all I could do in the moment.

I have had some thoughts of the possibilities of a long tail for "Path" since struggling with the proposal for the book encouraged by my Agent, Regina Ryan. One was to try to induce bulk sales in the businesses I discuss in the book, over a hundred of them. I also had the notion of encouraging its use in college courses. That idea had lain fallow in the rush of other stuff, but it occurred to me that I needed to resurrect it. I found that my colleague in computer science, Joydeep Biswas, was teaching a course this term, CS 304I, Essentials of AI for Life and Society. Perfect. I emailed Joydeep in early September, unfortunately after classes had started, describing the background and content of "Path." Joydeep said he would look at it. Best I could expect in the circumstances. I asked my jacket blurbers Brian Schmidt and Martin Rees for possible university connections in Australia and Great Britain. I asked ChatGPT for a list of relevant courses and instructors in the U.S. ChatGPT provided some possibilities, but I think I can do better. I need to refine my prompt, maybe focus on certain states, even specific universities. Anyone have suggestions?

To remind you of the background (Blog #15), I had a successful book signing for The Path to Singularity at Austin's independent bookstore, Book People, last January. Book People put the signed but unsold books in some sort of display where they were spotted by Juan Serinyà, the Chief Technology Officer of Tory Technologies, Inc., of Houston. Tory was planning to have a "summit" where they invited the oil drilling and pipeline customers for their software to meet and discuss their efforts to implement AI in their product. They were planning to have a keynote speaker. Juan thumbed through my book and thought a keynote talk spanning the range of AI-related topics I cover in Path would be appropriate. He emailed me in late April, one thing led to another, and I accepted the invitation. I'd never given a keynote address, but I have lots to say on the related topics, so what the heck.

Tory calls themselves a "small software development company in Houston," but they have petroleum industry customers spread throughout the U.S. and South America, and their chief AI guy works in Paris: France, not Texas. The array of interconnected components and people in the drilling and distribution networks and the operation of the associated control rooms is very complex, worth trying to render more efficient with AI.

The summit was scheduled for August 20. I began drafting my talk in Powerpoint in June by adapting a talk I had given to our local Astronomy on Tap group where one speaks to the public about astronomy in a local brewpub. Juan said that they were planning to also have a panel discussion of AI software issues and asked if I would also participate in that. I agreed.

I proposed to drive rather than fly to Houston. I clarified that while I'm in generally good health and expected no problems, I am monitored for some health issues and am more comfortable having an aide along with me when traveling, a service an Uber driver couldn't provide. I asked to have my son, Rob, accompany me for a token amount for his time in addition to the price of the rental car. Juan agreed to that.

Juan proposed to buy some copies of Path to give as gifts to certain people at the summit and to give me the opportunity to sell and sign other copies to attendees. I decided I would give free bonus copies of my novel, The Krone Experiment, as an inducement to the latter. I have a lot of first edition hard copies that probably should have been remaindered long ago, but the story is still timely given Putin's war in Ukraine, and, as I have mentioned in previous blogs, I still retain a hope of making it a film or TV series (Blog # 18).

Glutton for punishment, my ambition was to perhaps schedule other book signings. I also needed a bookstore to handle the book sales, a trick suggested to me by my cousin-in-law Bob Pyle, naturalist and prolific author and book signer himself. I contacted the one local bookstore in Bastrop through which we would pass on the way to Houston, but never heard back, so eventually gave that up, saving that potential extra hassle. I contacted a Barnes & Nobel near the site of the summit but really wanted to deal with an independent bookstore for the Tory sales as a matter of principle. I contacted the nearest independent bookstore to the summit but got a rather curt and peremptory reply that they were already booked for August 20. After a couple of days, I had an inspiration and wrote them again and asked whether they could suggest another bookstore that might handle sales at the summit. They put me in touch with Chris Hysinger and Violet Crain of the Good on Paper bookstore. Violet was an enthusiastic breath of fresh air, completely engaged with and enthusiastic about the project. She and Chris, the owner, set things up with the folks at Tory, attended the summit, handled sales, and organized a book signing in their store the afternoon after my part of the summit was over. What a deal!

I had a couple of calls with Juan and with Rene Veron, the CEO of Tory, to discuss details of my keynote and the panel discussion. I had another with them and with the other panelists. These were on Microsoft's TEAM which I had used before, but which gave me some problems. At the very least it had to be upgraded. For the panel discussion, I simply could not get it to connect. The Tory IT guy finally suggested I download the app in real time on my phone. That worked, but I was 10 minutes late to the call, to my chagrin.

Rob was my driver, kept an eye on me so I didn't walk off without my laptop, schlepped two heavy boxes of The Krone Experiment, and took some videos and photos during the summit. We picked up the Enterprise rental car at 2 PM Tuesday afternoon, loaded it, and set off for Houston about 3 PM. The trip down was smooth apart from a cloudburst in Katy, west of Houston, just where the traffic thickens. Rob handled that with smooth patience.

The meeting was in the Moran Hotel in the Moran City Center, a gentrified shopping/business district on the west side of Houston. We used the valet parking to be covered by Tory and checked in about 7 PM. There was a little confusion over the room. While Tory had made the reservation, Rob, not I, was listed as the person in charge of our billing. Foreshadowing. I determined to give modestly generous tips and did so to the car valet and the bellhop who wheeled the boxes of The Krone Experiment to the meeting room and then our luggage to the room. I did so again to the bellhop who patiently awaited our checkout the next day, the valet who delivered the car, a woman who delivered a spare blanket, and the woman at the front desk who sequestered our luggage after we checked out. I fully intended to leave a tip for the room service person but forgot and instead left a tip with the front desk, to be passed on. I hope that worked. Rob and I walked around the block looking for a place for dinner and ended up in a grill right across the street from the Moran. I had scallops, Rob trout, and we split a fancy layered mousse for dessert.

We checked out of the room at 8 AM before joining the meeting that formally started at 9 AM. My understanding was that Tory would cover the room, but the hotel presented a bill to Rob (see above) that included the valet parking. I paid it. It turned out that while the room was charged to Tory's card, the hotel expected payment with a current card upon checkout.

Everyone at the meeting, especially all the Tory personnel, were warm and welcoming. A special shout out to Mariana Bengochea, the Marketing Coordinator on whose capable shoulders all the meeting details fell. Mariana was brilliant in determining the confusion over the room billing. I added that charge to my invoice.

I had drafted my talk with my own personal Powerpoint background that had a mix of black and white lettering as appropriate to the position on the blue gradient background (sort of astronomical). As requested, I sent it a couple of days ahead to be pre-loaded, and Tory had reformatted it in their company format. That made me a little nervous, so I went through it with Juan, comparing to the version on my laptop. It was flawless.

I had carefully prepared the talk and timed it by talking through it out loud, not just reading. It went off bang on the scheduled 45 minutes. There was a clicker with a laser pointer, but I tend to hit the wrong button on those in my excitement, so I used my own laser and just used the buttons on the Tory podium laptop.

I covered the same broad range of topics as I do in Path, a focus on AI, but also brain/computer interfaces, genetics and designer babies, and the space program. I summarized my perceived ethical and socially disruptive issues. I also had advertised to Juan and Rene that while I would not preach or be obtrusive, I would mention climate change, knowing that could be a sensitive issue in this venue. I tried to soften the issue by commenting early that oil was discovered on my grandfather's farm near Oklahoma City in the opening days of the oil strike there in about 1928 to let audience know I was not unsympathetic to their enterprise. I wanted to mention climate change without harping on it, recognizing that people in the fossil fuel industry must work in this changing global environment where the reality is that there is a great push for renewable energy. I also raised the possibility that climate change was the leading edge of a Malthusian disaster. I don't know what everyone thought, but I received no direct negative feedback. Even Rob remarked that my cartoon image of the Earth with its hair on fire might have been a bit much for this audience.

While I was pretty confident about the keynote address, I was a little nervous about the panel discussion. We had talked about themes, but I was still worried about being blind-sided and resorting to the dreaded "I basically agree with everything the others have said." I had prepared enough that I had my own thoughts and pulled the panel discussion in those directions, including a possible slump after the recent peak in AI hype and pressing on the issue of when and how the other panelists could give evidence that AI is truly increasing efficiency and profits. One of the panelists sat with me at lunch and one of the first things me mentioned was "renewable energy." It's a complicated world out there.

Tory had the presentations filmed and photographed. During the afternoon session, the video guy leaned over and whispered a thanks to me. I couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but he might have been reacting to my comment that genetically we are all Africans. The name of his company was Beige, with a backwards "B."

Chris and Violet of Good on Paper handled sales during the lunch break. They sold 36 copies of Path to Tory and other attendees, a little less than half the assembled group. They sold some copies of Path before they remembered to hand out the freebie copies of The Krone Experiment, but they lightened my load of them by 17. We had brought 48.

After lunch, I listened to some of the Tory presentations. My sense was that they are employing best practices for incorporating AI into their software products. That entails keeping close ties with customer feedback, facilitating rapid learning response, and employing new implementation aided by AI. They are aspiring to be what I wrote about in Path as a "high reliability organization."

Violet had sent out a newsletter and various announcements, but she was faced with promoting a book signing at 3:30 on a Thursday afternoon. Three employees, Rob and I, and one customer showed up. In an example of small-world-ism the customer had a personal connection to one of my book cover blurbers, Lord Martin Rees, Britain's Astronomer Royal, through colleagues of her husband at Penn State. We sold one more Path and gave away one more Krone freebie. Rob and I agreed we had no regrets. We thoroughly enjoyed the interaction with Violet and the rest of the Good on Paper crew.

In the morning there had been a threat of rain all the way from Houston to Austin, but the drive back was clear and smooth. We left the car at Enterprise using the after-hours key drop and got a Lyft home by just after 8, just like scheduled.

Anyone need a highly experienced keynote speaker?

Keep on Keepin' on.

I've been staying busy with various things, some astronomy, some writing related, but late July and early August have, understandably, been pretty quiet.

On July 15, I attended a meeting of the Austin Forum on Technology and Society to hear a talk by Eric Salwan of Austin area rocket company Firefly Aerospace. Firefly just scored a coup by nailing the first successful commercial mission to the Moon, their Blue Ghost lander. Eric was an original founder of Firefly, but they went broke and got resurrected by others. He is still deeply engrained in the Firefly operation and gave a great presentation. I had met the first founder of Firefly, Tom Markusic, at a previous Austin Forum presentation years ago and was sufficiently taken with his story that I wrote about it in The Path to Singularity. I had a mild hope that I might get Firefly to bulk order some copies of the book to give to employees and customers. I gave Eric an autographed copy before his talk. I'm not sure he managed to retain it through the evening and the meet-and-greet at a local pub afterwards (which I skipped).

For decades I have written little summaries of my travels around the world. These stories try to capture the ironies and cultural differences one finds that make life interesting. On Monday July 28, I sent a proposal for this travel memoir tentatively entitled Tales from a Small Planet to the University of Texas Press. I got a prompt reply saying my chosen acquisition editor went on vacation the previous Monday and won't be back for two weeks. Great timing.

On July 30, I attended a Zoom call with the Austin Forum book discussion group. The topic was Measure What Matters by venture capitalist John Doerr on the business goal-setting technique of Objectives and Key Results, OKR, espoused by Andy Grove of Intel and employed by Larry Page and Sergey Brin as they built Google. As it so happened, the prospective leader of the discussion, Austin Forum Director Jay Boisseau, was out of pocket and the group just self-organized. Many of the attendees were very familiar with the OKR technique, and we had a rousing discussion.

On August 7, I attended yet another Austin Forum presentation on robotics by UT's Peter Stone. He's the Director of Robotics at UT and a Vice President for Robotics at Sony. His team has taught little robots to cooperate and play (slow) competitive soccer, an amazing technical feat. I also wrote about that in Path and had previously given Peter an autographed copy.

August 8th, I had a call with the CEO and CTO of Tory Industries to talk about the specifics of the panel discussion in which I had agreed to participate after my keynote address on August 20 (see #18). We used Microsoft's Teams, which I don't much like. In this case, I could not get my video to work, although it had worked when I first did a call with them. They liked the notion of my talking about how the European Southern Observatory is wrestling with issues of using AI to handle proposals without violating proprietary issues, a parallel to the issue Tory faces with customers of its software who share business plans. I had another Teams call with Tory and the other panelists on August 15. In this case, I could not get Teams to work at all. It sent me from browser to app that wouldn't connect. It needed a code I didn't have. Finally, one of the Tory people suggested I download the Teams app on my phone and plug in the meeting ID and login code. Amazingly, that worked in real time, and I joined the discussion on the phone only about 10 minutes late. 

During these doldrums, I have worked steadily on absorbing and rendering a thick stack of notes my dad left on our years in Idaho where I cut my teeth on school science projects and he worked on a proposed nuclear airplane. This all boiled down to three pretty much finished chapters in the biography. I am still wrestling with how much to try to capture his voice from these notes and how much to boil this material down to keep the story moving. Not easy.

Twenty-odd years ago, my son, Rob, and I wrote a screenplay based on my novel, The Krone Experiment. Rob made it into a full length, microbudget film. One of the best experiences of my life was watching the enthusiastic volunteer film crew turn my ideas into a movie. The film did not go anywhere at the time. One of the fantasies I harbor is that someday, somehow, I will strike a deal to remake the film with a proper budget, maybe with a streaming service. Last December, I listed the project with an online outfit called The Blacklist that makes screenplays available to professionals. I recently got the faintest whiff of interest from a young graduate of a film production school. That led me to wonder if my rights were properly protected. That, in turn, led me to wonder whether it is worth my while to set up a limited liability corporation, LLC, to protect and pass down the rights to my books and the screenplay. On June 23, my sons and I had an hour long Zoom call with a friend, a lawyer who handles such things. We decided that my current meager book income is too small to warrant such a step. My will is probably adequate, and if lightning should strike, we can cobble up an LLC in a couple of weeks.

I griped in a previous blog (#15) about my Prometheus publicist leaving and not hearing who her replacement would be. After another couple of weeks, I checked the Marketing and Sales information that Prometheus had originally provided to me and confirmed that after a certain interval, my book would be put on a backlist. I wrote to my agent, Regina Ryan, asking her opinion of the matter on June 24 and got a typical honest blunt reply. She was not sure about the formalities of a backlist but said that publishers often give books about three months to see whether they are going to flourish. We have not sold out the initial hardback print run - no one's idea of flourishing - a disappointment to me and those who supported and depended on me. I may have been lucky to get six month's support from Prometheus. On July 12, I realized that the Prometheus link to "Path" had been broken or removed. It turns out you can find the publisher's link to the book by tunneling into the Globe Pequot web site, but that means that the QR code on the special business cards that I have been handing out don't link directly to the book.

I had another idea to promote the book, a local TV appearance, and wrote to my editor again on July 14 about publicist assistance. The mail bounced. I then wrote to Regina and got a revised email, higher up the corporate structure at Globe Pequot rather than the Prometheus imprint, and wrote again on July 15. No response yet. I may forge ahead on my own.

In late June, I nominated myself and The Path to Singularity for a Chambliss Writing Award sponsored by the American Astronomical Society. I shared the award with my friend and colleague David Branch in 2017 for our book Supernova Explosions. The AAS is looking primarily for textbooks and may not want to duplicate an award. We'll see. On July 17, David and I got a note from our editor at Springer Verlag saying that the book was still doing remarkably well for a technical book of its sort and inquiring whether we might do a second edition. It's not that clear to either of us that much has changed in the intervening eight years.

I attended a webinar on June 26 presented by futurist Peter Diamandis on research progress on extending lifespans. Some have the goal of living long enough to live forever as aging is "cured." There were 785 people on the call. I was a little naughty. After Diamandis gave his pitch I wrote in the chat "In case you are interested, in The Path to Singularity (I embedded the link), I discuss some of the possible ramifications of extending lifetimes." At least one person DM'd me that she would buy my book.

I've been working on the logistics of delivering a keynote address to Tory Technologies in Houston in August (see also #15). Tory wanted to buy some books to hand to certain people and arrange to sell books to others that I could sign at the symposium. My cousin-in-law, naturalist and author Bob Pyle, told me that he tries to arrange local independent bookstores to handle book sales at his signings. I contacted one Houston bookstore that explicitly advertised that they handled such sales opportunities, but they declared they were already booked in August. I contacted a Houston Barnes and Noble but after a couple of days I had the insight to ask the first bookstore for another suggestion and they referred me to Good on Paper, which embraced my suggestion enthusiastically. If things work out, I'll do a book signing at their store after doing the Tory gig. I spoke to the CEO and CTO of Tory on a Zoom call. We agreed I would participate in a panel discussion as well as giving the keynote address and reviewed the coordination with Good on Paper for book sales. I've drafted my keynote in PowerPoint but still need to think about the panel discussion.

Bob Pyle recently read The Krone Experiment and the sequel, Krone Ascending (both available on Amazon). Then he read The Krone Experiment again and sent compliments which I deeply appreciated from an accomplished wordsmith. He also had a brilliant suggestion for a plot device for the third book in the series, Krone Triumphant, which remains on my bucket list.

I have a friend, John Tonetti, whom I met when he first serviced our rudimentary solar-boosted water heater 30 years ago. Shameless shill that I am, I had told him about "Path" on one of his recent service visits. On June 30, he emailed to say that he had listened to an Audible copy of the book as he drove his service truck, which he found to be "as stimulating, fascinating, and humiliating an experience as I have had since my days in Social Theory Seminars at the UT Austin Graduate School of Sociology some fifty years ago." He then listened again sitting at his desk and taking notes. I am deeply flattered.

I'm plugging away on my dad's biography: hydrogen bombs, nuclear airplanes, Moon landings. One of the issues with which I'm dealing is that I have a raft of recorded material, letters among family members, and my dad's notes-to-self about both personal and professional things. If I use too much of that, it bogs down the story. On the other hand, there is something to say for incorporating the original voices of the participants. The question is one of balance. In the first draft, I think I have overdone in trying to capture the original voices.

I had the thought that I could and should consult with an expert. I've had the pleasure of the acquaintance of the historian H. W. Brands for a long time. He taught my kids at a local private school while he was working on his PhD in history at The University of Texas at Austin. He taught for a while at Texas A&M, commuting from Austin to College Station, then got a faculty position at UT. He has been a prolific producer of well-received historical biographies. I attended a panel discussion at the Texas Book Festival last November in which Brands was one of the participants. I gave him one of my business cards for The Path to Singularity and asked whether he might meet with me at some point to talk about the art of writing biographies. He said yes!

It took me another six months to work up the courage. I finally emailed him and inquired whether we might meet up in late May. He was on his way out of town for a couple of weeks but graciously agreed to meet on June 5th at the Starbucks on the corner of Lamar and Barton Springs Road. We had a delightful hour chatting. He agreed that original material can be useful but argued that one needs to be ruthless in boiling it down to only the essence. I confessed to having a great problem flushing my words once I had written them. Brands said he left behind more words than he published. He thought my tentative title, Airplanes, Rockets, Satellites, and the Eniwetok Bomb: The Saga of a Twentieth Century Engineer, "needed polishing." I'm not sure I learned anything from him that I didn't already know in my gut, but I was glad to have had the conversation. Ruthless.

Over the years, I have written some stories of my travels around the world, trying to capture the interesting contrasts of cultures and the little ironies that make life interesting. It was that collection of stories, tentatively called Tales from a Small Planet, that I originally pitched to my agent, Regina Ryan. She did not think it marketable and responded, "what else you got?" from which question The Path to Singularity was born. Given the delay between getting "Path" published and the long timeline for my dad's biography, I thought I would try again now that Regina knows who I am and what I do. I emailed her again on May 15 and renewed the query. I put her in a bit of an awkward spot. She responded on June 9 in a gentle but blunt way. She said my sample story was "charming," but that the collection was "not really strong enough or earthshaking enough to attract a publisher." She's a straight shooter. Still, I would like to publish the collection. I could turn to Amazon, but I may try contacting the University of Texas Press or the Texas Tech Press where I might have a contact. For my astronomy colleagues, many of these stories involve people you know, some identified and some not for obvious reasons. You are welcome to try to figure out who the latter are.

On June 11, I finally got around to registering The Path to Singularity as Human Authored with the Authors Guild. I added my novels, The Krone Experiment and Krone Ascending and my popular astronomy book, Cosmic Catastrophes, as well. The Authors Guild grants to Licensees a limited, non-exclusive, worldwide, revocable, non-transferable, royalty-free license to use the Human Authored mark in connection with Licensee's marketing, publication, distribution, sale, and offering for sale of Licensee's book, provided that it is Human Authored.

On the seventeenth, the Austin Forum for Science and Society organized a presentation on the current status of quantum computing at the Google building downtown. I knew that Google had a shiny new sail-shaped building right on the north shore of Lady Bird Lake. What I didn't know was that Google also owned another tall building just a block away. That is where we convened; the 22nd floor had a terrific view to the south across the river. I toted a copy of a new book on the technological future of humanity written by a member of the Austin Forum, Mike Ignatowski, that I had really enjoyed and hoped to get Mike to sign. He was a no-show at that particular meeting. The speaker had a lot to say about the current status of quantum computing and its future prospects, especially when combined with the power of AI to address crucial ultra complex issues, curing disease and climate change.

Two days later on June 19, the Austin Forum sponsored its monthly Zoom book discussion with Mike Ignatowski leading the conversation about his own book. I had hoped to get my copy signed before this discussion. The title of the book is Navigating Our Future Challenges: Facing the Dangers of Collapse and Paths to a Hopeful Future. Mike self-published it on Amazon with the notion that as things exponentially accelerate, he can easily edit the book and republish. Whereas I tend to overwrite (and then am unable to trash my excess words, see above), Mike writes spare powerful prose. I appreciated that he stressed the fact that we are shaped by our human evolutionary history, something that will always differentiate us from our machines that are born in a lab or factory. Mike captured this by saying we did not evolve to be scientists. Exercising the scientific method does not come naturally; we must work hard at it. We did evolve to be lawyers. Strongly espousing our point of view despite apparent facts to the contrary does come naturally to our evolution-guided brains. I said at the Zoom call that there were only two things I liked about Mike's book: the writing style and the content.

There are still about 300 million people in the U.S. who have not read The Path to Singularity. If you liked it, tell a friend. Even give it as a gift.

The Black Pearl Bookstore is a nice little family run enterprise in a remodeled house along the sprawl of Burnet Road that bisects north Austin. I had ordered a book from them once, Little Leonardo's Fascinating World of Astronomy by Sarafina Nance who had been an undergraduate student of mine (see also her remarkable memoir, Starstruck), but I had never been in the shop. After putting it off for a while in the press of other things, I finally stopped in on April 2 and made them a deal. I offered them a signed copy of The Path to Singularity from the shrinking store of 50 provided to me by Prometheus Press with the request that if they sold it they would order some more. We struck the deal with smiles all around. Now I need to drop in again to see if it sold.

On April 2 and 3, I participated in the annual symposium of the Good Systems group, the interdisciplinary enterprise on campus that seeks to bring ethics to AI. I had asked whether I could display The Path to Singularity at the symposium as my version of a poster presentation and got enthusiastic agreement. I borrowed the same bookstand that had displayed the book at the previous Astronomy Department Board of Visitors meeting (see Blog 11 – Amazon Reviews). The symposium organizers really did not have a natural way to display the book, but offered one of the round tables at the rear of the room where people could sit and munch goodies during breaks. I commandeered one table, set up the bookstand with the book propped on it, plopped my fedora (it's not a cowboy hat!) on the table, and set out some of my Path business cards. Over the two days of the symposium, I handed out a few cards and might have made a few sales.

The evening of April 3, I finally finished the unique and fascinating novel Magdalena Mountain by my cousin-in-law, the butterfly naturalist Bob Pyle. It took me a while to read it because my novel reading these days tends to be a few paragraphs and then falling asleep at bedtime. It was a pleasure all the way, with vivid writing and a special perspective. Here is my short review on Amazon: I was delighted by this tangled story of odd people and their quests where two of the main characters are a butterfly and a mountain. Naturalist Bob Pyle invents (in some cases) a fascinating array of characters and writes powerfully and lyrically of the black butterfly that breeds in the summits of the Colorado Rockies and of the high country that draws these characters together. Did you know that Vladimir Nabokov chased butterflies in those very mountains? Here is a Nabokov word: VIBGYOR.

My birthday was on Saturday, April 5. We had some takeout fajitas from Maudie's in Austin and slices of a chocolate eruption cake from the Austin World Headquarters of Whole Foods (now wholly subsumed by Amazon). I got two books I had been meaning to read for a long, and longer time, Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus and The Gold Bug Variations by Richard Powers. It will probably take me until my next birthday to get through them.

I spent most of the week of April 14 at a small workshop on supernova. The venue was special, The Cook's Branch Conservancy. The conservancy is operated by the family and estate of George Mitchell, a Greek immigrant who arrived penniless in the US, invented fracking, built the fancy Woodlands suburb of Houston, and purchased the 7100 acres of the conservancy in the piney woods of east Texas. Mitchell became a benefactor of Texas A&M University where he hit it off with and subsequently hosted famed cosmologist Steven Hawking at the conservancy.

More recently, the conservancy has been the site of focused workshops organized by TAMU faculty. The Department of Physics has hosted one on supernova research, my academic specialty, for over a decade. I had not been there since before Covid, so jumped at the chance when invited this time. Many of the attendees were good friends and colleagues from TAMU and elsewhere. I don't like to drive long distances alone anymore, so my son, Rob, came with me to drive our rental car (long story) for the three-hour trip. We shared a rustic suite in the meeting compound courtesy of the workshop organizers. For this workshop, the Mitchells arranged an Israeli chef, a woman of about 60, to come down from Denver to prepare three scrumptious meals a day for us. At night there is a bonfire around which to sit and stare at the flames.

The meeting itself was small, about 15 people, but very intense with lots of time for discussion and argument. We delved deeply into the weeds of the technical aspects of observing, analyzing, and theorizing about supernova explosions, topics only a mother, or an astrophysicist, could love. It was great fun. The relevance to this blog is that while I am loathe to shove The Path to Singularity in the face of astronomy colleagues, I came prepared with a bunch of the book business cards. Over the course of the workshop, I raised the existence of the book with individuals and gave them cards if they seemed interested, including one to Sheridan Mitchell Lorenz, who dropped in to check how things were proceeding. I realized that by the end of the meeting, I had hit up nearly everyone anyway. So much for discretion.

I had done a podcast with Dan Turchin of The Future of Work back on February 7. This discussion was similar to several podcasts I had done before, but I had also learned some new things in the meantime (current LLM models lie and deceive), and threw that in. Sometimes podcasts are posted fairly promptly, but sometimes they take a while. This one was released on video and was finally edited and posted on April 7. In an interesting departure, they edited snippets and released them daily for a week on LinkedIn. Here is one. They sent me these relevant links:

·  Your episode

·  LinkedIn post you can share

·  Tweet you can share

I had also done an enjoyable podcast the day before, on February 6, with Izolda Trakhtenberg of Your Creative Mind. This was purely audio but still was only posted on April 21 on Apple and Spotify.

The same day, April 21, I was in the neighborhood getting a new battery for my 26-year-old Lexus SUV (only 80,000 miles), so I stopped in the Barnes and Nobel where I had previously signed the one copy of The Path to Singularity. To my disappointment, it was still there although in a slightly more prominent place than I had first located it. Better news was that they had ordered another four copies, so I signed those. I gently pleaded with the clerk to make a display of all five of them, but I'm not optimistic.

I skipped here one event, on April 11, a conference of independent book sellers in San Antonio, but that was enough of an adventure that I think it deserves its own blog. Next one.

After all this time, 3+ months since the book release, I had still received only one book review on Amazon, the terrific one from Robert Morris. It slowly sank into me that I need to be more proactive, and I'm thinking of how to do that.

On 2/27/25, I briefly encountered an engineer in the department whom I don't know all that well, but who had attended my Book People book signing. He said he had read The Path to Singularity and thanked me for writing it. I told him I could not think of a more deeply touching thing to say to an author. I worked up my courage and asked him if he would write an Amazon review. He did. Here it is, under a surname:

5.0 out of 5 stars More newsworthy than any headline you are reading right now
Reviewed in the United States on February 28, 2025

Someone has to speak on the behalf of our species and in this case it is a seasoned scientist who happens to be a professor of astrophysics. In a topic so broad that no single technical expert or journalist can hold authority over the field, it makes perfect sense that Professor Wheeler has emerged as an author on this important topic. A university keeps a fresh supply of ideas flowing through it in a broad array of topics and he is mentor and educator to thousands of students and has trained dozens of PhD researchers in the martial art of critical thinking in an exceedingly complicated discipline (astronomy and physics) that has been part of an exponential burst of knowledge about the cosmos that we live in. This foundation has provided him the perspective to understand in a very broad sense where we find ourselves in history, and such people never stop learning, or teaching, as long as they have lungs to fill and air to breathe. I encourage you to take the time to read this work cover to cover and keep a thumb in the extensive list of references supporting his thesis. We have a rocket strapped to our backs and it is on full throttle. It makes a difference in each of our lives personally, and as humans, to understand what is happening and how to do our small part in steering our trajectory. I'm grateful that someone with credibility and insight has taken the time and energy required to create this work. I encourage you to take advantage of it.

Me: "Wow!"

My agent, Regina Ryan, said such reviews are critical and that the place to start is a plea to friends and family. It's a long book and takes a while to read, but please consider this my plea write a review for Amazon if you are so moved. I'll try to pursue more of these in other ways.

I don't have an Instagram account, but my publicist, Chloé Hummel, had pointed out that Prometheus has its own Instagram account. I used ChatGPT to search for people interested in technology who post on Instagram and got a dozen people. Chloé checked them out and most were defunct or with a very small number of followers. I tried again with the restrictions that the accounts were active and had more than 10,000 followers. I got three suggestions. Chloé reached out to two who seemed especially likely, and Carolina Gelen, with 1.4 million followers, responded to her pitch by requesting a review copy! Still waiting to see if anything concrete emerges from that. Rumor is that one can't expect more than about 1% of followers to respond with a purchase, but that would be 14,000 books. In my dreams!

The Austin American Statesman has a relatively new technology reporter, working just the last few months, I think. She writes about exactly the sort of thing I'm looking for in my Tech Advance posts. Chloé had written to her some time ago and sent her a press kit. No response. I decided to write her myself, since her Statesman account seeks email input. I sent her a fan email telling her how much I enjoyed her articles, suggesting she might get involved with the Austin Forum on Technology and Society, and offering to talk with her if she were interested. Same response. Nada.

I had realized some time ago that the MIT (my alma mater) Technology Review does small book reviews and also lists books by MIT authors. I wrote to them soliciting a mention. The latest edition, March/April, does not have a review, but it does include a short mention of the book in their MIT author list. Yay!

This year is my 60th MIT reunion. Several of us from my fraternity (Alpha Tau Omega, a long complex story in itself) got together in Boston for our 50th. This year one of those guys emailed to point out that our 60th was coming up, and that MIT was hosting an online digital memory book. He wrote a brief summary of his life as a prominent nuclear engineer who had worked with Hyman Rickover that he had posted on the MIT site. Another, a retired optical engineer had recently lost his wife and emailed a brief update. A third who had been Obama's Science Advisor, and winner of a MacArthur Award and a group Nobel Prize and wrote a blurb for The Path to Singularity had posted online, but did not mail our group. I wrote a quick summary of my life in the last decade to our group, then sent a somewhat more elaborate post of my life since MIT to the memory book. And yes, I took the opportunity to mention The Path to Singularity in each.

I made a list of people who might be sent book copies in my original book proposal for The Path to Singularity. I am belatedly trying to follow up on that. I had asked Stuart Russell and Melanie Mitchell, both famous computer scientists about whom I'd written in the book, to write jacket blurbs for the book, and both politely declined at the time. On March 4, I wrote them again offering a copy of the book and seeking a mailing address. Both responded warmly, and Chloé sent copies, to Russell where he is on sabbatical in England and to Mitchell at the Santa Fe Institute.

I also have a list of over 100 businesses that I mentioned in the book. I had asked ChatGPT for contact information and got it, but rather generic addresses that are unlikely to encourage a response or to make a mass purchase for the company. I singled out one person, Tom Markusic, of Firefly Aerospace that builds rockets in Cedar Park, a suburb of Austin. Firefly just landed the first successful (it didn't tilt over) commercial lander on the Moon. I'd heard Tom give a fascinating talk some time ago at the Austin Forum and wrote about him in the book. His Firefly email address was defunct, but I found him on LinkedIn, and he accepted my contact request. I asked for a mailing address for the book, but so far have not had a response. Ninety-nine businesses to go.

I applied for the Texas Book Festival that will happen next November, but have yet to hear from them. Chloé applied on my behalf for SpringCon 2025! that convenes book sellers from the western United States in San Antonio in mid-April. They invited me to give a short spiel about The Path to Singularity at a lunchtime meeting and to sign books afterward. Prometheus will pay the $700 entry fee. I'll probably try to make it a day trip.

On 3/4/25, I went to the evening get together of the Austin Forum that comprised a panel of three people addressing the topic of Being a Human Worker in 2030. I've been going to these sessions for several years, and this was one of the most interesting yet. I'm afraid I didn't clearly hear everything the panelists said, but the sense of concern, even anxiety, in the room was palpable, especially in the audience questions posted on Slack and in the informal discussion after. There was also some fresh, creative thinking about how we get through the AI-induced turmoil to come. I found I was not the only person wondering whether we need a new form of economics to supplant our current capitalistic model. I'm no Marxist, but I think things are going to change a lot with AI encroaching and populations stagnating or shrinking. The whole session left me with a lot to think about.

On Thursday, 3/6/25, I went to a small lunch of members of the Academy of Distinguished Teachers. We talked about our personal and academic uses of AI and university political gossip: presidents out, presidents in, provosts out, provosts, deans out, deans in. I then went to a talk at a robotics conference that had been going on all week and tried to track down a couple of local roboticists whom I had written about and wanted to give a book. Back in the department, I had a very nice chat with the engineer who had written that Amazon review. Finally, I went for my regular Thursday 5 o'clock beer with my beta reader.

I'm not bored. Please write a review.

Retirement continues to be a golden time of calm and relaxation (not!).

I've settled into a regular schedule of first thing every morning posting a tidbit on a Tech Advance to illustrate the exponential change of technology. I introduced this practice in my class on The Future of Humanity by asking students to bring examples to each class. In my current mode, I keep notes with links to items when I read them in the NYT, the Austin American Statesman, the MIT Technology Review, other magazines, or online. Each morning, I transfer a new one from my notes to my web site, then use the free ChatGPT to draft posts to X and LinkedIn. The drafts usually need a little editing, especially for X so that it fits in 280 characters, but, with luck, the whole process only takes about 10 minutes. I still have not opened an account on Blue Sky.

A week after the provost's reception for university authors I mentioned in the previous blog, I went by the provost's office about 4:30 in the afternoon to pick up the copy of The Path To Singularity that had been displayed at the reception. I thought I was there comfortably before closing, but the door to the provost's suite was locked even though I could see a receptionist inside the heavy wooden and glass doors. I let out a not so sotto voce oath. After a frustrated moment, a door to my left rattled and out came the provost from a rest room therein. Amazingly enough, she recognized me from the reception, at least the mustache if not the name, and gave me a friendly greeting. I explained my dilemma, and she said she could fix that and promptly wielded a key to gain entrance. She asked the receptionist to fetch my book from a back room, and off I went. The university appointed a new president the next week, and the provost was promptly let go. Presumably, the new guy wanted his own provost. I only met her those two times in the five years she was provost.

On 2/12/25, I listened into a Zoom webinar sponsored by the Authors Guild on opportunities to prevent books being scanned for AI training without compensation. The Authors Guild has created a sticker labeled "Human Authored," that can be designed into or affixed to the covers of books. The notion is to provide a mark of literary authenticity that will certify human creativity in an increasingly AI world. The Authors Guild also has a draft clause for publishing contracts that prohibits AI training uses without permission. This webinar was designed to introduce the partnership between the Authors Guild and a new startup called Created by Humans that proposes to license books and negotiate compensation for authors who agree to have their work used for AI training. I've asked my agent for The Path to Singularity, Regina Ryan, to consider this, and she will consult with fellow agents. She says, "It's brand-new territory!" I'll try to register my novels, The Krone Experiment and Krone Ascending, since I own their rights myself. I have tried to ask ChatGPT (again, the free version) and Claude questions about somewhat obscure characters that one would have to have read/scanned the book to know, and they both gave wishy-washy answers. That suggests, but doesn't prove, they have not (yet) been scanned and ingested in some way.

On 2/18/25, I had an outpatient treatment to shock my heart out of atrial fibrillation and back into regular rhythm. All went smoothly. Loathe to miss an opportunity, I took a small bunch of my business cards advertising The Path to Singularity and handed them out irregularly to attendants and nurses. I think I may have sold at least two books. One was to a young Vietnamese nurse who did basic prep work and was especially interested. She expressed anxiety about AI, but didn't know what to do about it. Another was an older nurse with a mild southern accent in the cardiac unit who expressed similar feelings - anxiety and uncertainty. I told her that Path was a primer designed for people like her and urged her to be "aware." I was going to lobby the doctor who did the procedure, but they knocked me out and I came to in the recovery room without ever seeing him. On the way home in the afternoon, it occurred to me that hospital staff might represent an untapped market for the book: intelligent, technically-oriented, curious, caring people. I don't know an efficient way to reach them, but I'm open to suggestions.

On Saturday morning, 2/22/25, the dean of natural sciences held a donor reception. My wife and I had given the university funds for a small graduate student fellowship this year. By this time, the dean was no longer dean, but a one-day-old interim provost, having been appointed to replace the previous provost (see above). He is a very good guy, the son of an astronomy colleague, but still. Once again in shameless shill mode, I handed out a few book business cards.

On 2/25/25, I sat in on a book discussion sponsored by the Austin Forum on Technology and Society. The discussion leader was Geoff Woods on his own book, The AI-Driven Leader: Harnessing AI to Make Faster, Smarter Decisions. Woods advocated a particular use of LLM AI to address problems. He called it Context, Role, Interview, and Task, acronym CRIT. His notion was that an LLM user should not just ask the AI a question but give it a context and assign a role to the AI emulating a particular kind of appropriate problem solver. The critical step, according to Woods, was to then have the AI interview the user and set "non-obvious" tasks for the user. That did seem novel but easy to implement. The next morning, I submitted to ChatGPT the following prompt:

#CONTEXT# I'm an author in Austin, Texas, a retired academic, trying to write a new book, promote a current one on the technological future of humanity (prometheusbooks.com/9781493085439/the-path-to-singularity/), write occasional blogs, maintain a website (jcraigwheeler.ag-sites.net/disc.htm), and post daily "tech advances" on X and LinkedIn calling attention to the exponential growth of technology. I've done 13 podcasts on the current book, a book signing, a couple of public appearances and applied to a couple of book festivals. I can't do it all at once, and work on my current book has fallen way behind. I'm limited in my ability to travel. My current publisher has a publicist who is helpful but limited in what she can do. Same for my agent. I'm not sure my website is as effective as it might be. I have little time or talent for SEO. I'm posting blogs on my personal website, not a nationally recognized hosting platform. I can't afford to hire an aide. #ROLE# You are a self-help expert with expertise in SEO, publicity, book writing, and promotion. #INTERVIEW# Interview me, ask me one question at a time up to 5 questions to gain deeper context. #TASK# Your task is to generate 5 non-obvious strategies I could employ to make my life easier and more productive.

ChatGPT summarized my prompt and posed five questions, allowing me to answer each before proceeding to the next question. ChatGPT then produced five "non-obvious" suggestions:

1. Target Influencers Within Companies via LinkedIn Automation

2. Outsource Your Book's Promotion to Micro-Influencers with a Twist

3. Digital Outreach Campaign with Email & LinkedIn Automation

4. Hire a Virtual Assistant for a One-Time Setup of Automation

5. Repurpose Content for Broader Platforms

Each suggestion had an associated strategy and a short explanation of why it works. At the end ChatGPT asked, "Would you like more details on any of these strategies, or help finding the right freelancers/tools to implement them?" I said "yes," and it spit out three pages of elaborations including suggestions of specific software programs that were all new to me. It then said, "If you're ready to explore any of these strategies, I can help you find a specific freelancer or walk you through the tools more in-depth. For example, I can assist with selecting the right virtual assistant, or help you get started with LinkedIn automation tools. Would you like me to assist with that, or perhaps help prioritize the strategies based on your immediate goals?" Again, I typed "yes," and it produced six more pages of yet more detailed suggestions. I think all this is doable, but I was overwhelmed and set it aside. Maybe someday. I'll need to take it a step at a time.

On Friday evening, 2/28, and Saturday morning, 3/1, I attended the semi-annual meeting of the department and observatory Board of Visitors. The BoV is a group of about 200 people of some means and often political influence who enjoy engaging with astronomers and working on behalf of our enterprise. Once again, it was an opportunity for some more shameless shilling. For both days, I put out a copy of The Path to Singularity on a book holder along with a small pile of the associated business cards. I also handed the cards to anyone whom I thought might be interested. I might have sold a few books. A few people had already purchased one.