Bob Ramsay

Born in Edmonton. Educated at Princeton and Harvard. Speechwriter. Book editor. Copywriter. Communications strategist. Presentation trainer. Marathoner. Explorer of the world's distant places. Travel writer. Op-ed page writer. Fund-raiser. Board member. Speaker series host. Arts addict. And of course, relentless enthusiast.

COME JULY, YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO TELL HUMAN WRITING FROM AI WRITING.

Two years ago, I wrote about the next new thing from Silicon Valley. It was called ChatGPTand it claimed to be able to “write.” So I tried it, and quickly saw it was pretty bad. Bland. Stilted prose. No voice. No edge. We real writers had nothing to fear.

By last July, ChatGPT and its large language models had suddenly become pretty good.

So I asked it to create a blog that mirrored “the one produced by Toronto writer Bob Ramsay”, with an essay at the top, followed by 10 items made up of off-beat things that had caught my fancy that week.

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THEY SAY YOU SHOULD GET OUT AND DO NEW THINGS.

They say it’s the key to living longer, and who doesn’t want that? Get a new hobby. Make a new friend. Better still, make AI your friend.

But when you’re 76 like me, being a novelty-seeker grows harder with each passing year. My days of ice-climbing,spelunking, free-diving and bank robbingare pretty much done.

But there are some new things I can do, and in telling you my story, these are things I want to urge you to do. They don’t have to be new physical things. They can be new psychological things or, in my case, new psychiatric things.

These are things I’d either spent my life actively avoiding, or walking by and muttering to myself: “Women do that. Men don’t do that. It would be weird for me to do that. I would be weird if I did that. I am not weird. I won’t do that.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESUS.

You’d think we’d be out of breath by now. Two thousand and twenty five candles.

But every December, no matter how wired or worried the world feels, it stops, takes a collective breath and wishes a peasant baby born under Roman occupation a happy birthday.

Somehow, people are still RSVPing. Millions on the guest list don’t believe in the birthday boy. Millions more of us attend out of habit or the faint echo of a childhood choir ringing in our ears. That’s the thing about birthdays: you don’t need to believe in them to celebrate them – because life, any life, is still the most astonishing thing there is.

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THE COLOUR OF THE YEAR IS…

It’s called Cloud Dancer, and it promises “a whisper of tranquillity and peace in a noisy world.”

But actually, the real name of the Colour of the Year is…White.

…as White as the background these very words are printed on. As White as…the driven snow…and as White as Christmas because “May all your Christmases be Cloud Dancer” doesn’t really scan.

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PATRIOTIC PRICING.

Dynamic means to move. Dynamic pricing means the price of an Uber ride moves, always up, never down, when an external factor like a nearby Taylor Swift concert, or a flash storm or a nuclear attack makes car rides hard to find. If anything, AI will make dynamic pricing move faster and more invisibly.

For example, you’ll pay more for exactly the same coffee maker as I do, not because you live in a different city, or on a different street, but because you have a better credit rating. Indeed, very soon, very little in our lives will not be subject to the constant that different folks will get different strokes.

Meanwhile, back here in Presentville, Donald Trump just introduced dynamic pricing to America’s National Parks. Starting January 1, you won’t pay more if it’s a warm and sunny day at Yellowstone, or a Grizzly Bear is posing for Instagram selfies. You will pay more if you’re not an American.

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HOW AI CAN DO YOUR BRAIN’S HEAVY LIFTING.

Back in June, I wrote a blog titled “How to use AI.”

Like many of us who earn our keep by our wits, I’d used ChatGTP and Perplexity as search engines on steroids. “What is Elon Musk’s e-mail ? “How will the new CFL rules make Canadian football more like American?” “Will we have rainbows day after day?”

Then I decided to use AI to plan. It did this shockingly well and lightning fast for a very specific trip to Japan.

I quickly learned AI’s uses are advancing so fast that what was earth-shaking last year is ho-hum today. For example, back in June, only a tiny fraction of Ontario physicians used AI to write up your visit, schedule referrals and prescribe medications. By next June, most of Ontario’s 18,000 family physicians will be using AI for that. So your doctor will actuallysee you and hear you when you come in for your physical. Game changer!

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AT 25, YOU WERE BARELY YOU.

Ask anyone to write a letter to their 25-year-old self and they won’t be kind.

Indeed, given the responses to our writing contest last month – we asked you to write a 100-word letter to your 25-year-old self — being 25 is one of the most arrogant, unknowing, unseeing and cringeworthy times of our lives. Did I really spend all that money on a watch? Hook up with a known psychopath? Treat my best friend like dirt? And don’t even talk to me about drinking and drugging. We’re lucky to be alive.

I remember back in the 80s my film festival friend, Helga Stephenson, asked if I would help her ‘chaperone’ a party for TIFF’s young financial supporters. They were all under 30. They were smart, attractive, fit and cocksure. They beamed with certainty. Helga said as we left: “Life hasn’t happened to them yet.”

True that.

Clearly, the older you drift from 25, the younger 25 looks. By the time you’re twice that age, life is often a muddle, or a slow-motion leap off the cliff. Get to threescore years and ten and it can be a tragedy in the making. Get to 80, and more tires are coming off the car than staying on.

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WILL BOYS BE BOYS?

For years, I’ve yearned for The Economist’s 16-page supplements, which I could rip from the magazine and read on my flight to Ottawa and emerge an hour later awash in knowing lots about something I knew nothing of before, like nanotechnology, quantum mechanics and iambic pentameter.

I remember the first sentence of the report on Japan, published in November 2011: “If you’re a baby girl born this morning in Tokyo, the chances of you living to be 100 are one in two.”

In 2015, The Economist issued a special report on Men Adrift. It was subtitled: “Badly educated men in rich countries have not adapted well to trade, technology or feminism.” Little did I know then that I would be reading the first distant early warnings of a concern whose reporting has risen a thousandfold since: What to do about men and their juniors, boys. Especially white men, and pointedly undereducated white men whom it’s clear now that AI will consume like whales do krill.

Today, it’s hard to read a magazine, stream a Netflix series, see a newcast or talk show, scan a blog, hear a podcast, scroll an Instagram post or buy a book on how young men are not only in huge trouble, they’re creating existential peril, not just for us, but for all of Western civilization. Last month, Janice Stein spoke to a group of wealth managers and their clients and said, “Boys are the most urgent problem the world faces today.”

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WHAT SPRINGS ETERNAL?

Hope.

And we all got a jolt of it on Tuesday when the Democrats won the governorships of New Jersey and Virginia by big fat luscious margins against Donald Trump’s Republicans.

Those whumping majorities were a breath of life for Americans and the rest of us who rage against gestures such as ICE agents in Chicago forbidding the Latino immigrants they’ve caged from taking communion during a Catholic Mass.

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BIG SHOWS, BIG PRIZES FOR…BIG SCIENCE?

I took in two award shows last week, one at Koerner Hall and the other at the ROM next door.

The recipients weren’t powerlifters or Miss Universes or young pianists…or even drug-enhanced Olympians. They were medical scientists.

Offering big prizes for medical breakthroughs used to be rare. Now, there are many dozens of them worldwide, offering hundreds of millions in prizes. They’re driven by the mantra of discovery: “If you think research is expensive, try disease.”

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…BUT I KNOW WHAT I LIKE.

I don’t know much about art. I especially don’t ‘get’ abstract art. This has caused me to avoid it and to shy away from the people who love and consume it. Where modern art-lovers gather, you won’t find me.

I know I should try harder. Many friends have tried to help open my eyes. Some say art is not about getting an emotional reaction, the way you do with music or books. It’s about making you think of what the artist is saying about the world.

I think a lot of us are fluent in one art form and ignorant or fearful of other forms.

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WEAPONS OF SELF-DESTRUCTION.

Last weekend our family went for its annual Thanksgiving Walk, a two-hour hike through Awenda Provincial Park above Georgian Bay. Behind me were my stepson and his 11-year-old daughter. Their conversation twisted and turned through as many subjects as they did navigating the fallen trees and winding forest paths. I was listening idly to their back-and-forth when I heard: “But when can I have a phone?”

I won’t say the skies clouded, but the mood changed at this, the most insistent question of our age. Because asking mom and dad when you can have your first phone has turned into asking them when you can have your first shot of heroin.

Clearly, this was not the first time she’d asked, and I was impressed by her father’s patience as he calmly listed all the reasons an 11-year-old shouldn’t have a mobile phone. “But Mary has one, and she’s 12!”

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