It’s late 2025. The initial “gold rush” hype around ChatGPT has settled. We are no longer in the phase where simply asking an AI to write a generic blog post guarantees you traffic or money. The landscape has matured. But here is the good news: The opportunity to make money with AI 2025 is actually […]
I have two tabs pinned to my browser permanently. On the left is ChatGPT (currently running GPT-5 with occasional dips into the o1-Pro “Reason” model). On the right is Gemini Advanced, powering the new 2.5 Pro and Gemini 3 Deep Think models. For the last three months, I’ve forced myself to switch between them for
If 2023 was the year of the collective gasp—that moment when we first saw ChatGPT generate a sonnet about a toaster—and 2024 was the year of the “Slop” (an endless deluge of uncanny, six-fingered images), then 2025 has arrived as the year of something far more boring, yet infinitely more consequential: Utility. We have effectively
Looking after your heart starts with understanding how it works, what can put it at risk, and how early care can prevent long-term problems. At One Health Clinics West End, we carry out thorough heart checks designed to give you clear, practical information about your heart health. Many people are unsure what happens during a
hIt happens at the worst possible moment. You’re at a concert, your kid is about to blow out the birthday candles, or you’re trying to snap a photo of a receipt for an expense report. Then, the dreaded popup appears: Storage Full. Cannot Take Photo. Panic sets in. You frantically delete a few blurry photos,
President Trump has floated a $2,000 “tariff dividend” paid out from new tariff revenue—but experts say the revenue numbers don’t add up. Here’s what the data show. In recent weeks, the White House has doubled down on a populist promise: sending direct cash payments to Americans funded entirely by tariffs on foreign imports. Administration officials,
We have all been there. You walk past that corner of the living room—the one with the droopy Peace Lily or the Fiddle Leaf Fig that’s dropped three leaves since Tuesday—and you try to avert your eyes. The guilt is real. You brought this living thing into your home, named it, maybe even bought it
I have a confession to make. A few years ago, I managed to kill a succulent. Not just any succulent—a cactus. A plant literally designed by evolution to survive in the scorching, waterless abyss of a desert. I killed it with kindness (and a watering can I used way too often) in a climate-controlled living
I killed my first three plants. One was a cactus, which feels like a specific kind of failure because everyone says they thrive on neglect. I didn’t neglect it; I loved it to death with a watering can every Tuesday morning until it turned into a slimy green mush. If you’re reading this, you probably
There is a very specific trajectory to the average DIY painting project. It starts on Saturday morning with high optimism, a gallon of “Eggshell White,” and a vague calculation that this 12×12 room shouldn’t take more than two hours. It ends Sunday night with a stiff back, paint in your hair, and a distinct realization
It’s 2:00 PM on a clear Tuesday, and you’re reaching for the light switch. That’s usually the moment you realize something is wrong. If you have to turn on artificial lights in the middle of the day just to read a book or chop vegetables, your home isn’t working for you. I’ve been there. My
It usually happens at 2:00 AM. You’ve just spent forty minutes rocking the baby to sleep, or perhaps you’re sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight snack. You turn the handle silently, hold your breath, and push. SCREEEEECH. The sound is disproportionately loud, like a banshee wailing in a library. The baby wakes up; the
