AI in Workplace

Whoosh! Just this morning, I watched my daughter—bursting with that glorious early elementary school energy—build a sprawling castle out of blocks, crayons, and a rogue sock. She didn’t follow a manual; she experimented, laughed when towers toppled, and reinvented everything on the fly. And guess what? That exact spirit of joyful, fearless creation is exploding […]

Folks, picture this: crisp 22°C morning here in our neighborhood, just enough sunshine to melt the fog from last night’s worries. I’m sipping my instant coffee while the school bell echoes down the street—kids giggling as they bounce their backpacks along the sidewalk. Then bam! My phone buzzes with news about Workday dropping $1.1 BILLION

Picture this: I’m sipping my morning mung bean tea (don’t knock it till you try it—Korean-Canadian fusion, baby!) when the NVIDIA-UK news blasts across my screen. ‘AI factories power innovation and jobs!’ the headlines shout. And do you know what popped into my head? My daughter’s latest masterpiece: a mud pie fortress she built under

You know those perfect Korean mornings? 22.5 degrees of crisp September air, dew still on the grass at our neighborhood park, my daughter’s hair bouncing as she runs toward school just steps away. Yesterday, I packed her lunchbox while humming K-pop, feeling grateful for this walkable paradise we call home. Then I saw it: the

Can you feel it? That crisp September morning in our neighborhood—sky washed clean like grandma’s porcelain bowls. My daughter’s backpack’s lighter than my coffee cup, but her questions weigh a ton. Just as I sketched stick figures to explain clouds, BAM—spilled coffee over Chronon news—oops, right on my keyboard! Friends? This isn’t just another engineering

Picture this: a cool, overcast morning with that crisp September energy in the air. My daughter—she’s at that age where backpacks are half-drawn pictures and half-crushed snacks—tugs my sleeve. “Dad,” she whispers, her voice soft as falling leaves, “will robots take all the jobs?” Her eyes hold oceans of worry no seven-year-old should carry. I

Not every safety net needs steel beams. Sometimes it’s woven from whispers and trust. This morning, my daughter’s squeal over a puddle reminded me… Another misty morning here where skyscrapers brush the clouds, and the parks hum with the giggles of kids just like mine. I sipped my tteokbokki-spiced coffee (yes, we’re that family who

You know those moments? When the clouds hang low over the playground near home like today’s 22°C overcast sky, and you’re watching your little one build Lego towers only to declare, ‘Appa, this blue one’s the BRAVEST!’? I just read about some ‘AI billionaire you’ve never heard of’ building data-labeling empires. But friends? While they’re

Oh, friends—have you felt that familiar knot in your chest lately? The one that shows up on days like today: 22.6°C, that soft, overcast sky that feels familiar in our neighborhood, walking hand-in-hand with my daughter down our leafy street. School’s just around the corner (thank goodness for neighborhoods where home and classroom breathe the

My daughter and I were walking to school this gray September morning—just two blocks through leafy streets, her little hand in mine—when I saw it everywhere. Dads checking phones for ‘AI news alerts,’ moms hurriedly downloading apps before class. That familiar knot tightened in my chest: the digital parenting pressures to keep up, to upgrade,