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.

Thank You, ChaCha

Our menagerie is growing. On Thursday, we got four active, healthy-looking chicks by mail. On Friday there were three. It is the girls’ first year of 4-H, and their leader had prepared them to expect that not all would arrive alive, and, of those who did, that not all would stay that way. Nevertheless. TheContinue reading “Thank You, ChaCha”