Holy, where has the time gone, Batman? I received notice, on the 14th, that my blog is ten-years old. Double digits deserve a toast and some consideration. I had my toast already this morning, smeared with tahini and to wash it down, a large black coffee, so dark it reflects my soul. I start each … Continue reading Ten Years Later
Within this waltz of words, while strapped in a systemic structure of civic schemes, alliteration abounds, I invite you to wade and wander, welcoming the wisdom woven in this wayward whirlwind of weird. Every effort of elucidating an electoral ensemble, to enduring effect or elevate the executive elected, in every era of recent republican rulers … Continue reading Political Prattling of a Passive Progressive
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE My adult son has become a doomsday crier, shouting: “Artificial intelligence will change everything!” 📢 “AI IS NEAR!” “Get ahead of it!” He is obsessed with what he believes is the end of the world as we know it. 🎼 (“And I feel fine.”). 🎶 https://youtu.be/Z0GFRcFm-aY There is veracity in his fear. The … Continue reading Will Your Job Survive AI?
I’m back! My back! I received a comment on my most recent post that made my week, and made me cry. I have been off the radar since my back surgery because, as I said in my reply to the above comment by Spitball Fury, Ernesto Hemingway’s most sage advice to writers was: “write drunk; … Continue reading Writing Under the Influence
If you have followed my blog for more than, I don't know, six months, you may have noticed that the rate at which I hit publish has diminished. I am suffering from an affliction called “writer's block.” No need to reach for the hand sanitizer. After exhaustive online research, I have learned that there are … Continue reading How to Overcome Writers Block
I know everything is not about me, but this is my blog, so it kind of is. With everything happening to me as of late: hurricanes, fires, pandemics, earthquakes, sharknados, I have but one regret. I’m disappointed in myself because I’ve been writing so sporadically. My excuse is that I struggle with anxiety; lately, it's … Continue reading XLVII Days
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