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  • The Other AI: Autonomy and Influence

    The Other AI: Autonomy and Influence

    My son has been asking more frequently about living by himself. We’ll have a talk about independence and responsibility, and loosely talk about goals to help him move in that direction. But I also watch as he struggles to remember whether he had taken his medication, or put on deodorant, or pull his sheets up when he makes his bed.

    As I watched him try to piece it together, I thought about the technology that I work with and whether it could help him.

    I’ve been involved with computers and technology for most of my life, building products with bits and bytes of code and data. For the past ten years, I’ve worked in the evolving field of artificial intelligence (AI).

    I recognized early on that AI could potentially transform my son’s life. As the technology matured, I watched it advance the state of medicine and healthcare.

    Today, AI algorithms power diagnostic tools, accelerating the time to detect, identify, and treat complex medical conditions. AI is accelerating drug discovery, helping researchers identify promising treatments faster than ever before. It is also being used to examine genetic data to identify the right medication and dosage for individual patients.

    AI could improve his quality of life in ways that weren’t possible only a few years ago. Pattern recognition can alert us when he misses a medication or a meal. Personal assistants can provide reminders, keep him on task, and communicate with him in a way that he understands. Self-driving cars will give him mobility and access to a wider world. AI-driven tools can assist him with complex tasks, help him communicate ideas, and give him greater autonomy and independence.

    That’s the promise and the potential.

    But here’s the problem. We live in a world where AI is already causing harm.

    Inherent challenges with the technology, especially with generative AI (e.g., ChatGPT), result in hallucinations where the algorithm makes things up. The black-box nature of these algorithms makes them unpredictable and impossible to test fully, resulting in harmful behavior. And these algorithms are owned by corporations who control the data, usage, and output and can tune it to fit their agenda.

    Beyond technology, people have been using these tools for nefarious purposes. It’s easy to create a false but believable story and share it on social media. It’s also easy to create completely believable but fake images and videos to mislead viewers. These bad actors are using the technology to push false narratives and generate mistrust and dissent in society.

    My son struggles with memory and executive functioning. It impacts his ability to reason and determine whether what he is reading is fact or opinion, truth or lies. While I think society at large has lost its ability to thing critically, people like my son are especially susceptible to these false narratives and the harm they can cause.

    So while I’m building the future with AI, I’m also guarding the present for my son. I want him to have access to all the promise this technology offers — the support, the independence, the chance to live on his own — without falling victim to its dangers. I have to be his guide, his filter, and his advocate.

    Because while AI might one day help him remember his medication or build a career, it won’t teach him who to trust, what’s real, or what truly matters. It’s my job to walk beside him, protect him, and help him make sense of a world that’s changing faster than any of us can keep up with.

  • Uncertainty, Fear, and Hope

    Uncertainty, Fear, and Hope

    “It’s not the unknown itself that paralyzes us—it’s our fear of what it might hold.” – Unknown

    In life, there is always uncertainty.

    Will my car start? Will there be traffic? Will I make it in time?

    Is this milk bad? What will happen if I drink it anyway?

    Most of the time, we aren’t aware of how much uncertainty there is. We focus on the present moment and the task at hand. Our awareness and perception are constrained to what is in front of us.

    That’s a good thing. It would be terrifying if we were constantly aware of just how much uncertainty there is. We’d be paralyzed by fear—fear of the unknown, of what the future might hold, and of how little control we truly have.

    “When everything is uncertain, we crave control. But clinging to certainty can keep us from growing.” – Unknown

    Sometimes, though, uncertainty is impossible to ignore. Sometimes, it compounds until it becomes big enough to have a gravity of its own. And sometimes, it collapses on itself like a black hole that consumes every other thought.

    Uncertainty about my son’s future. Uncertainty about my career. Uncertainty about the health of a loved one. Financial uncertainty. Relationship uncertainty. Each can be daunting by itself and occupy my thoughts. But, together, there can be nothing else. No other thought can escape.

    When uncertainty dominates our thoughts, it can be overwhelming. In these moments, it’s easy to focus on the negative, like the discomfort of not knowing and the worst-case scenarios that could unfold.

    I’ve always tended to wait for the other shoe to drop, focusing on the rare moments when it does rather than the many times it doesn’t. This pattern is known as negativity bias—the tendency to give more weight to negative experiences than to positive or neutral ones. Even when good outcomes are more common, the few bad ones loom larger in my mind, especially during times of uncertainty, when the unknown consumes my thoughts.

    It’s hard to remember that uncertainty isn’t always a bad thing because it’s difficult to imagine positive outcomes when all you see is the unknown.

    Uncertainty is the refuge of hope.— Henri Frederic Amiel

    I like this quote because it shifts perspective. While uncertainty can be unsettling, it also allows space for hope. The unknown holds the potential for something better, new opportunities, healing, and change.

    I try to remind myself of this when fear takes hold. When everything feels uncertain, there is still room for hope. And sometimes, hope is enough to keep moving forward.

  • The Real World

    The Real World

    This is the true story…of seven strangers…picked to live in a house…(work together) and have their lives taped…to find out what happens…when people stop being polite…and start getting real…The Real World.

    Around the time I graduated high school, MTV launched a show called The Real World. The first season followed seven young adults living together in a New York City loft, documenting their interactions, conflicts, and discussions about race and identity. It was marketed as an unscripted glimpse into young adulthood, but in reality, The Real World was anything but real. The show was heavily edited, and its cast was carefully selected to generate conflict and drama. The environment was artificial—a manufactured version of adulthood designed for entertainment rather than truth.

    Lately, I’ve been thinking about that contrast between reality and expectation as we navigate our own version of The Real World—helping our son transition into adulthood. We’re working with a transition counselor to understand his path forward, and it’s forcing us to confront some hard realities about his future.

    This process has resurfaced unanswerable questions and concerns about how much support our son would need to get through his daily life. Will he remember to take his medication? Does he know when to do laundry? Will he remember to turn the stove off? Would he be able to finish chores and tasks without getting distracted?

    The scripted version of adulthood—the one where you turn 18, go to college or get a job, and move into your own place—isn’t the one we’re working with. Instead, we’re piecing together a different kind of future shaped by his abilities, challenges, and the resources available to help him live as independently as possible.

    The good news is that there are benefits and programs designed to support people like him. However imperfect, there are systems in place that can help him build a life. A life where he can find his own sense of independence, identity, and path.

    The bad news is that these systems and benefits are the same ones under attack by the current administration. Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, the Department of Education, and support for non-profits are all in danger of being eliminated or losing some or all of their funding. The uncertainty of the future of these vital support programs directly correlates with the uncertainty I feel about my son’s future.

    Ultimately, this is the real world that I am thinking about. Not the one made for television, but the one that exists where there are no cameras. A world that is not made for people like him. A world where, one day, he’ll have to live without us, whether those support systems exist or not. What that world looks like and what his quality of life will be in that world is what we are fighting for.

    It’s not scripted.

    It’s not edited for drama.

    It’s just real.

  • Rock On

    Rock On

    The image above was 10 years in the making.

    The photograph on the left was taken in July 2014. We were in Philadelphia ahead of our eventual move from Colorado. My wife and son had a long week of exploring and house hunting, and we thought we’d unwind and play games. About an hour after that picture was taken, we’d be standing in the lobby waiting for a taxi and watching our son have his first seizure.

    Over the next 10 years, we’d see our son have countless seizures. We’d have many nights where we thought we would lose him. We would spend months in the hospital saving his life and then years trying to rebuild what was damaged. We would struggle to find his place in the world.

    The photograph on the right was taken at Dave & Buster’s a few weeks ago after our son’s last school day before winter break. As I walked around the corner and saw him pick up the guitar, I had the image of my present-day and my son 10 years ago, like two different realities, crashing together in my mind.

    While we’ve had struggles and challenges in the last ten years, the significance of that moment was that we’ve also had successes and accomplishments. Our son is 15 now, and we’ve had so many years we weren’t sure we would get. He plays baseball, enjoys gaming and streaming, and has friends. He’s in a school for kids like him, which gives him a place to learn and grow.

    When the picture on the left was taken, we didn’t appreciate how little knowledge and control we had over the future. Later that night, any vision we had for the future was shattered. The picture on the right reminded me that we can never predict the future. We can only learn to embrace every moment, victory, and opportunity to pick up the guitar and rock on.

  • Discovering What’s Next

    Discovering What’s Next

    Our son is officially a 9th grader, adding to our list of milestones and events we weren’t sure we would see.

    We are very fortunate to be able to start high school in the best way possible. The school he has been at since 6th grade offers a transition year, which we are taking advantage of with the support of our school district. That means he will have the same teachers, peers, and environment to continue his journey for another year. Especially with the looming surgery, recovery time, and uncertainty with his tolerance for calibrating the brain stimulator, keeping him in a place where he is comfortable and cared for is a gift.

    This is going to be a year of changes. Unless higher grades magically appear, this will be his last year at the school, and his peers who have been concentrated at his school will find high schools in their home districts. This will likely be his last year of baseball, as the level of play and competition at the next level may not be something he can manage. His peers will get their learner’s permits and start driving, something he won’t be able to do while he is still having seizures.

    No one knows what is on the other side of these changes. I am sure he will find friends among his new peers and that other interests will replace baseball. While he won’t learn to drive with his peers, there will be other rights of passage to conquer and other ways to grow.

    But many of these changes are still on the horizon. He has 9th grade to look forward to and another baseball season. He has his school, teachers, peers, and friends. He has and will always have his family. And together, we can navigate these changes and discover what’s next.