In Defense of the Grossly Imperfect

This semester I’m teaching a writing course, the theme of which is Artificial Intelligence. If spending time daily contemplating the looming AI takeover isn’t enough to plunge you into existential dread, I don’t know what is. AI has become so sophisticated that it is already replacing our doctors, our service workers, our artists and writers, me. I have no skills AI cannot do more accurately and efficiently. I am thoroughly, humanly, excruciatingly fallible.

Hands Free

Picture this: a beaming, triumphant nine-year-old straddles the blanched, decaying carcass of a gargantuan, prehistoric organism. She smiles and waves from the perch she’s clambered to twelve feet above the forest floor. It’s perfect; it’s memorable; it’s eminently share-able. I reach for my phone to take a picture. It’s not in my pocket. Not inContinue reading “Hands Free”

Confessions of a Thrift Hound

One of the virtues of decreased resources is increased resourcefulness. When I hit college, my finances got a little dire, so I started poking around the local thrift stores. Part of the appeal was not only the student-friendly price-tags, but the stylistic idiosyncrasy, the library of oddball castoffs. I never knew what I would find,Continue reading “Confessions of a Thrift Hound”

Shampoo Bars Rock! (Episode 1)

Disclaimer: none of this is paid advertising. This is just me going fangirl (if I’d said fanwoman you wouldn’t have known what I was talking about, but it’s the better word, so everybody start using it!) on an obsession: shampoo bars! Why am I gaga over a lump of glycerin? Little to no packaging (dependingContinue reading “Shampoo Bars Rock! (Episode 1)”