A piano tuner works the strings of an upright piano whose far half shatters into a chaotic wave of emojis, speech bubbles, and a sunglasses-wearing tuna in a Hawaiian shirt, with labels reading prompt customization, scope drift, and AI's dramaturgy.

You Can Tune a Piano, but You Can't Tuna Phish

The pun is lifted from a 1978 REO Speedwagon album title, which dates me with some precision. But the correction is the honest thesis of this post: I spent months trying to tune a generative product, and failed in a way that taught me more than succeeding would have. Years ago, a line from Neal Stephenson's Fall; or, Dodge in Hell lodged in my head and never left: "The personal daemon was a semi-autonomous piece of software that lived in your system and acted as your agent, going out into the Cloud to do things for you." That concept is the reason my Research Curation Daemon exists — a weekly pipeline that scouts news across AI, cloud, grid technology, and industrial security, and turns it into a podcast I actually want to listen to. ...

July 12, 2026