Robert Peake

Ask me about the “I” in “AI” five years ago, or twenty-five years ago, and I would quote John McCarthy that, “As soon as it works, no one calls it AI anymore.”

The corporate spin on AI is making me sick.

The Whitwell Players production of Wind in the Willows on 19-21 September, 2025 was held in All Saints’ Church, St.

Taking up the idea of protocols as engineered arguments, this talk explores the timeless algorithms that give poetry its power to evolve—from an ancient mnemonic device to a transformational way of being.

In order to understand our current relationship to AI and where it might be headed, we must try to wrap our heads around some very big numbers.

I still remember the mixed feelings I had reading my first computer-generated haiku.

It’s a project manager’s trick as old as time to tell the boss that they can have the new product fast, cheap, good — but that they can only pick two of the three.

I was called all the names before they were cool: nerd, weirdo, geek.

I have come to love what many dread: exit interviews.

I am currently writing a book with the working title Engineering Team Effectiveness: A Field Guide to Fostering Powerful Technical Teams.

Most engineering managers try to balance the needs of their engineering team with the needs of the business.

Zealots are born when work starts working.

This article was updated in 2026 to reflect new concerns regarding the rise of agentic AI.

Danny Cohen wrote his proposal “On Holy Wars and a Plea For Peace” in 1980, hoping to put an end to some petty online bickering and adopt an important internet standard.

My best friend in high school was a wonderful French horn player.

“The CEO has approved our project.

Alas!

Intolerable Weather The flared sun beats its skin-tight drum, and I think how arrogant it is to be alive.

Self-Esteem for Giants Sometimes I think I am just the way dishes get transported up and down stairs– like, having no legs, they invented me to go on these excursions.

Nothing Personal There is no more left to write about since I fell away from the world I don’t mean existentially– like a balloon, the globe escaped and drifted into the star-pricked dark or perhaps it was I, filled with the good air of hopefulness, tied…