Grok

It's difficult to grok at first.

She is one of the premiere legal minds currently trying to grok the intersection between surveillance, privacy, and public policy.

At the night of the 28th of December of 2024, I was at Starbucks café, here on Lulu Island. Peter the redhead linguistics guru and I greeted each other "Happy New Year!" At home, cousin Eve's cousin Rex was relaxing in front of the kitchen television with Eve and Mama. Rex is visiting from the states. I offered them some shrimp crackers, which Rex gifted me earlier. In the fridge, Mama has a big load of lotus leaf-wrapped meat-stuffed sticky rice packs from their outing today. I was playing with Grok AI: I was thinking that AI could write me a story about Jack and the Beanstalk in Tagalog or Esperanto. A person named Jack is the cousin of Eve and Rex. He lives in the Philippines. On the kitchen television at home was showing a renowned Filipina singer singing before she had a sex-change operation to become a man. I told Rex that I read about such operations in the Biomedical Library in my university, UBC.

Today, the 18th of February of 2025, I ate two sandwiches on separate walking trips to Tim Hortons café: In the late morning, I ate a Roast Beef Craveable sandwich, then in the afternoon, a Crispy Chicken Craveable sandwich. It was a grey-clad sky. I usually have a small Earl Grey tea with oat milk. At home, as a break from my studies of Chabacano, Philippine Creole Spanish, I read for practice some stories aloud in "real" Spanish, of speculative fiction. Spanish has lots of available literature. Meanwhile, Chabacano itself needs more written literature, I opine: On the Web, all I could find that were substantial models were religious magazines from Jehovah's Witnesses, even though my spiritual inclination is towards Science, Buddhism, and Animism. Oh, well! The next day, I would discover that Grok AI could write stories in Chabacano! The AI would manufacture stories about Jack and the Beanstalk, and as well as about Count Dracula and his red horse carriage, all in Chabacano.

Grok is for pedos.

I do not grok all fullness of what I read. In the history written by Master William Shakespeare I found myself full of happiness at the death of Romeo. Then I read on and learned that he had discorporated too soon – or so I thought I grokked. Why?

In his movie—right right right—and they all grok over that. Grok―and then it's clear, without anybody having to say it.

He freely plucks notions and verbiage from science fiction to describe everything from mountain-related undertakings to political subterfuge – like "grok", a term from Robert Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land, to denote intuitive understanding.

Because what he never managed to grok then was that the company he created was destined to become a template for all of humanity, the digital reflection of masses of people across the globe. Including — and especially — the bad ones.

I finally grok Perl.