Tag: Blogidays
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30 November: It’s a Wrap
It’s done, this year’s Blogidays. A whole 30 days of … whatever this has been.I’ll pop in from time to time as Madame Muse makes her appearances. I am grateful for the inspiration she deigned to lend for this month as it is usually a rare occasion that she gives up so much for so…
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29 November: After Nuclear
It was nothing like they said it would be.Yeah, sure: there was the mushroom cloud, the heat, the cold, some death, but it wasn’t anything near as tough to get through as they thought. Who you ask? Those people in the government. It’s good to wake up in the morning and know we don’t have…
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28 November: Giving Thanks
So the US thanksgiving ‘holiday’ was last week.I don’t capitalize the word ‘thanksgiving’ here because doing so suggests that is what the day is about.Sure, there’s the whole Hallmark sentiment of gathering with good friends, good food, and celebrating what we are thankful for, right? But what is the day supposed to represent?The history lessons…
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26 November: I (Don’t) Got Jokes
I had a few items in my shopping cart. I didn’t recognize the two young men at the register — the cashier or the bagger. They quietly joked about something, smiling as they mumbled to one another while I put my things on the conveyor. As it was just after the Thanksgiving holiday, the ‘regulars’…
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25 November: Apology Necessary
It was 23 November (yeah, a coupla days ago) and I was busy working away so as not to get too far behind on work assignments. Plus, I’d had an email conversation with my direct supervisor about time off. It seems the days I had assumed were holidays for my workplace weren’t entirely. We’d had…
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24 November: You Jab, I Duck
I used to enjoy a good prize fight.That’s what my Nana and others of her generation called boxing. I think because at first, what happened in the ring was a true brawl: the gloves were thinner, the matches were longer, and the outcomes felt earned, like a prize.I don’t mean to suggest the newer generations…
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23 November: Against Foul Magicks
I had the children stand in a circle surrounding the teleportation spot. I didn’t know what would come through but it would be bad. The children were the last defense, the last class of mind soldiers, trained to fight foul magicks with the power of their thoughts. It was my job to keep them alive…
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22 November: Nothing Like an External Conscience
I thought a discussion of the future robots would be the last in my discussion of AI but I realized as I wrote it that I couldn’t walk away without a post for Teddy.Teddy was like an external conscience. He gave (oft-ignored) suggestions for safety, he warned David of do’s and don’ts. However, as a…
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21 November: Like Gods
Oh, aren’t they just magnificent? After a thousand years or so, mankind is gone, erased itself from existence I suppose. To a frozen tundra, now a paleoresearch location(?), future aliens come. Like gods, they restore frozen David (and Teddy — who will get a nod tomorrow) and give him what he wants.After all, isn’t that…
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19 November: The Worst of All
If you’ve hung in these last few days as I wandered through the film AI, hopefully you’ve also paused to read the articles and editorials at the photo links.Okay, I’ll wait….Right — informative, weren’t they?I would vote for Martin as the worst of all humans. Ever.Martin is the Monica character’s ‘real’ son. He awakens from…
A New Bloom 