creative skulls = creative skills
Here’s the thing: today, in 2026 we are dumbing down our teaching and process for educating our youth and our adults. Guess what? AI is going to displace more workers than the industrial revolution, by exponential numbers. I’ll let you do the math.
As we stop teaching cursive to elementary school kids, we take away some of their internal threading capabilities. How the written word, specifically cursive, allows the mind to go at a more reasonable pace. Connecting the words, to the fingers, to draw the shapes, to form the words, to complete a thought at a hand-written pace.
We want human stories, not robot stories written to sound like human stories. I don’t want my AI compatriots and fans to begin creating fake human lives to “join” or “embellish” the story. No. AI does not have girlfriends, or personal relationships, or feelings, or comprehension of even one word. Imagine a string of thoughts I’m generating in my human mind. My LLLM is much larger and well-connected than ChatGPT, Perplexity, and Gemini combined. Maybe not Caude Code, it seems to have destroyed the career path for developers.
Here’s what we’ve got to protect: the human creative drive is strong. As children are raised in different environments, we can see how their worlds shape their personalities and even future potentials. We need to give our children all the human craft and creative tools we can interest them in. Want to play music? Great, let’s get a guitar. It’s hard for me to imagine the cruelty or drunken indifference my dad must’ve had when he shamed me out of playing the flute in 6th grade.
“The flute?”
That was all it took. I landed first chair once in that first month of class.
Later, after my dad had been thrown out of the aircraft, I asked my mom for a bass guitar. I’ve never stopped playing. The bug in 5th grade of performing and singing before the entire school, lit a fire of future progress for me. I knew I wanted to be Steve McQueen. I wanted Ali MacGraw as my girlfriend. And I wanted to rob banks and drive fast.
The bass guitar gave me something different to think about. Contemplate the scale of the E string. Learn Hush, and Smoke on the Water. See how the octave is simple to find on the bass? I had a few lessons from the bassist for a famous Austin guitarist. He also cut hair, to make ends meet. The bassist. The famous guitarist, known to enjoy the company of younger women, never wanted for money, fame, or women. And he’s a humble giant. IYKYK.
We need to protect our children’s creative drive. We need to provide pathways, workflows, to allow “artist” to be a title of distinction, not ridicule.
When I told my dad, “I’m getting an English degree,” it did not compute.
“I guess you can go to law school or medical school from there,” he suggested.
“I’m going to be a writer, dad.”
It was discouraged. I did not let his lack of understanding or sobriety harm my dream. A dream I began in 7th grade with science fiction stories, and a dramatic short story of love lost and a young man, narrator, considering jumping from The Hoover Dam on a family road trip to California.
I want my kids to explore any creative idea they have. I want school to give them dreams and ideas for crafting a healthy lifestyle related to work, live, and love. It’s not all about dominance and money. My dad, wanted me to get both a medical degree and a law degree. It was a thing. A medical-legal lawyer. He knew, he was occasionally involved in understanding small aircraft deaths. He was a physician and a pilot. He helped determine the plane’s malfunction and cause of death.
It is only through my writing that I’ve survived all this time. Dark nights of the soul have marked the crash landing of my summit attempts. So close. So fucking close. Music. Women. Children. Writing.
I’m so fucking close now. I can taste it.
I want time to write. A loving partner who has her own agenda and timeaway requirements. An ease of life that no longer requires 8 hours on my feet with two 15-minute breaks.
My first SS check arrived last month. Wow. That’s a big help.
How do we protect our children? Prepare them for the AI-infested waters ahead? Fight light hell for what you believe in.
Food, sheldter, and a living wage. Healthcare for everyone, not just the billionaires. Be part of the blue team. Earth squad. Be a creative skull. Build more creative skills. Evolve. Grow. Get better at your human craftwork. Songs. Poems. Paintings. Stories. Video experiments. What have you. All of it.
BE CR8V.
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