Melissa Gray

Child 1 is outgoing, thoughtful, and on his way to being a very good citizen. Child 2 is hilarious, hard working, good-hearted. And I did not touch AI to answer that.

He actually called them “shithole” countries. I remember because we had A LOT of discussion about how to broadcast the comments: with bleeps? with warnings and then without bleeps? Describing what he said? We ended up doing all 3.

I tried to rein in my cursing a few years ago. I failed miserably, in part I believe because I am under too much stress so that other part of the brain is too frequently accessed. My go-to avoid-the-curse-words are “DANG IT!” and “GOD bless AMERICA.” They are the only two phrases I’ve rerouted.

He actually called them “shithole” countries. I remember because we had A LOT of discussion about how to broadcast the comments: with bleeps? with warnings and then without bleeps? Describing what he said? We ended up doing all 3.

He was always full of curses. He’s just letting them fly now. These words have function: they amp up emphasis. But if used too frequently, they lose their power. They also live in a different part of the brain. Stroke victims who’ve damaged the main language processing centers can still curse.

He actually called them “shithole” countries. I remember because we had A LOT of discussion about how to broadcast the comments: with bleeps? with warnings and then without bleeps? Describing what he said? We ended up doing all 3.

A day trip to Charlottesville. A memorial on the UVA campus acknowledges the forced contributions of enslaved people. Names pulled from records: if not names, occupations. If not names, if not occupations, a dash for those unidentified. A lot of dashes.

At Monticello, a similar “read their names” memorial. Of course, I read until I found her.

A day trip to Charlottesville. A memorial on the UVA campus acknowledges the forced contributions of enslaved people. Names pulled from records: if not names, occupations. If not names, if not occupations, a dash for those unidentified. A lot of dashes.

And my art history training poured out. My son tolerated my lecture on Roman and neoclassical architectural. Doric! Ionic! Corinthian! Porticos! Rotundas! This is a temple OF LEARNING! Ideals for a new Republic! Also a carved marble statue will have a strut somewhere.

A day trip to Charlottesville. A memorial on the UVA campus acknowledges the forced contributions of enslaved people. Names pulled from records: if not names, occupations. If not names, if not occupations, a dash for those unidentified. A lot of dashes.

There is always on Metro some well-dressed fellow who smells like ass.

It makes me wonder: do they not actually wash those parts? Or is this a case of “oh those khakis aren’t dirty”?

If I had a race horse, I’d name him National Mood.

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The Urologist’s phone system has an AI voice assistant, “Dash!” Or as my elderly father says “that girl.” Dash! is fucking insane. You have a question about an upcoming appointment. You give Dash! the information it requests, knowing damn well it won’t be able to help you, that you have to…

…go thru its fucking maze of LOOK WE SOLD THE UROLOGIST’S AI BECAUSE ITS MORE EFFICIENT bullshit only to HA HA HA find out Dash! can’t do diddly but waste your time. Dash! Has no option to “speak to a person/agent/associate,” and even when Dash! Computes or artificially intelligently determines…