A few years back, we got a plastic wand at a checkout counter in a convenience store. It had a small stalk, about six inches, and the top formed into a star shape. Serena, my (then) two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, instantly took to it. Running around our apartment, she’d aim it at various objects and transform them into magical items only a child’s eye can see. Sometimes even my wife Marzi or I would be transformed.
“Poof! Now you’re a dragon!” she beamed.
“Roarrrrr!” I’d say, doing by best dad-dragon imitation.
Then she’d zap Marzi.
“Zap!, Look, mommy! …
Many years ago I was buying a new printer. I went to the local tech store and found the printer aisle. So many choices. Which one to choose? Better color? longer ink? cheaper? How to choose? I decided this needed some research — after all, a good printer was a critical tool in my business, and my old printer had lasted 8 years! I went home to do a little more research and that’s when it really hit me.
Most decisions in life can actually be undone.
Suddenly whole mindset changed. Bad printer choice? Return it. The train of thought…
I love a good science fiction story. Yet I was often puzzled about what pulled me into some stories or turned me away from others. That’s when I saw a pattern — there are three types of Science Fiction. This essay is a journey on how I came to that conclusion, why it matters, and an appreciation for the craft’s writers.
Since I was a kid, electronics and science awed me. I read magazines and loved to go to stores to see what the latest gadgetry was. Yet, for all the glamour of new tech, a large part of my…
The United States has just finished another Federal election cycle. Yet the tension around it shows we need a more uniform, transparent, and modern voting process.
It may be comforting to think that our election process is robust. The legal challenges played out and the system ‘prevailed’ - just with a little delay. I would submit the opposite is true. Our system worked only because the 2020 election wasn’t actually that close. If a single state decided the 2020 election, such as in 2000, chaos would have ensued.
Perhaps the most critical issue is this: How do we retain faith…
Computer scientists are quickly writing the next generation automatic content writing engines using the latest artificial intelligence (AI). What do I mean by content? Well they can generate short stories, love letters, poems, music, and even write some code. Are they as good as human? No, but let’s set old ideas about “robotic” text and bad grammar aside. These new AI bots write like humans. Really. This is just the beginning.
What can these do and how do they work? Let us take a look.
In order to generate high quality content a machine needs to have some knowledge. To…
When Max was born, Pa delighted in every moment. A bundle of joy. A first word. A first step. Memories that were etched in Pa’s heart. Before long, Max was a toddler, hiding peanuts behind his back with one hand so he could ask for more with the other. “More Pa!” he said.
Pa smiled at Max’s cleverness. “Sure, Max,” he said.
Then Max became a young boy. “Look how fast I can run!” Max said. His father delighted in his speed.
But Max got older. In a short time, he was a teenager.
“Look, Pa!” Max said. “Look at…
In our house, we have a collection of Eric Carle’s books. I can’t count how many times we’ve read The Grouchy Ladybug, Mr. Seahorse, The Foolish Tortoise, and many others.
Last month Mr. Carle passed away, and I fondly remembered a time when I read his classic, “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” to my youngest daughter. I hope you enjoy her take as much as I did.
If at any time there was a plane in the sky, or toy airplane in a store, or just passing the airport my youngest daughter, Little Vee, would exclaim: “Airplane! Airplane! Airplane!”.
A glint, a wink, a date
A flirting dance of courtship
Excitement, Connection, and adventure
Travel, friends, connection
A milestone of celebration
Bonding and togetherness
Games and pastimes
Coupling, passion.. Lust
Joy, crying, future
Crawling, Growth family, Future
Walking briskly in the warmth of the day, a certain Juan Antonio Silva reached his destination. It was a shabby diner, weathered by time, with the faded blue letters painted on a white background. Standing outside for just a moment, he brushed off an imaginary speck of dirt on his jacket before vigorously swinging open the front door. Several years ago, by chance, he’d stopped by to take a meal, and now he came here nearly monthly.
The inside was clean, with scant white and blue decor, small square tables, walls with sparse decorations. Near the entrance was a small…