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Your Brain on ChatGPT

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  Are We Accumulating Cognitive Debt? As a species enamored with our own intelligence, we tend to embrace tools that promise efficiency, like a moth to flame. But what happens when the tool, say, ChatGPT, starts to write for us? That’s the central concern in a compelling new study from MIT researchers, provocatively titled  “Your Brain on ChatGPT: Accumulation of Cognitive Debt when Using an AI Assistant for Essay Writing Task”  ( arXiv:2506.08872 ). The paper poses a big question:  When we outsource writing to LLMs, are we quietly atrophying our cognitive muscles? As someone who celebrates the rise of intelligent tools but still cherishes the raw thrill of crafting prose, I read this study with both admiration and cautious skepticism.  Here’s my take: Cognitive Offloading, or Cognitive Debt? The authors kick off with a powerful metaphor:  cognitive debt . Much like credit card interest, the ease of AI-assisted writing might come with a hidden cost,mental d...

So Long, Lamy SF — With Ink-Stained Fingers and a Full Heart

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Copyright: Sanjay Basu   Well, that’s it. The Lamy flagship store in San Francisco has closed its doors as of June 15, 2025. And while a storefront shuttering isn’t supposed to make you feel like you’ve just lost an old friend… this one does. I still remember the first time I wandered into that temple of German precision and minimalism. It was during an RSA Conference—one of those frenzied tech-and-terrorism jamborees where everyone’s peddling zero-trust frameworks and quantum-safe buzzwords. My mind was buzzing with firewalls and threat matrices when I found myself, quite accidentally, standing before a glass shrine of pens. Real pens. Fountain pens. Lamy pens. Inside was peace. Ink. Order. And just like that, I was a child again. I’ve had my share of fine writing instruments. I own a Montblanc 149, and yes, it writes like a dream. There’s a Pelikan in my desk drawer that’s practically aristocratic. But my Lamy 2000? That’s my daily driver. It’s not a pen, it’s a companion....