ChatGPT and Piano Dreams at Work

Well, I’ve been having some fun with ChatGPT.

I regularly use ChatGPT to help me define my piano goals for each month (and for the year), and to determine how much time to devote to each. I’ve also asked some philosophical questions about my move from classical student to ragtime/stride/blues pianist. And I ask lots of theory-related questions, and ragtime-related questions, and… well, that’s my primary use of ChatGPT.

I’ve also asked questions relating to my work—not so much about how certain things work, but things like “Can you proofread this email?” and “Does this revision make sense from an engineering standpoint?” It’s been helpful, though at times I’ve had to say, “No, that’s not how that works.” And then ChatGPT responds with, “You’re exactly right to call out my mistake.”

Conversations like that make me wary of trusting its “knowledge” too much.

Anyway, people have been posting ChatGPT caricatures of themselves lately, so I thought I’d have some fun. I asked it to make a caricature of me, showing my personality based on my ChatGPT conversations. First it gave me a scary-looking image with a fiery devil playing a horn, meant to symbolize my transition from classical student to future blues legend. I didn’t like the devil, so I deleted that conversation.

I gave ChatGPT the same prompt this morning, and it generated a much nicer picture—but it had me smoking a cigarette. Ugh.

Then I asked it to show me at work, doing my job. It came up with this, which just made me laugh, because it’s true.

I’m not sure why I have a bottle of some kind of unnamed alcohol next to me. It must be leftover from my days of smoking cigarettes and selling my soul to the devil!

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