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Pressing rewind
Science fiction is not my genre. I have always found real life more fascinating than any story a mere mortal could conceive. That’s probably how I found my way into journalism, and later politics. The drama, the jockeying, the scandal, all playing out IRL in real time. But what happens when AI appears to be…
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3. He’s alive!
I didn’t kill him. Alfred, the snake plant, that is. At least not yet. I’m not sure if I deserve credit for that. I picked up Alfred at the Withrow Park Farmers’ Market four Saturdays ago. The vendor had on offer an unexpected mix of baked goods and plants. The snaking line was apparently for…
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2. New PR
As my pelvis connected with the barbell and I felt the resistance, I laughed and sat back down on the floor. I looked at my trainer and told her that the 175-pound load was not going to budge. She gently pushed back. She said getting the barbell up was the hardest part. It’s easier from…
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1. “I’m bringing the sauerkraut.”
“You should have a Schürze,” my mom tells me. Schürze is German for apron. (Schürze, not “Schirtze,” as I had it in my Notes app. Thanks, ChatGPT.) It’s a Saturday in late June, and I have cajoled my mom into coming over to teach me how to make the sauerkraut that has been a staple…
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What prompted this?
Are my symptoms perimenopause? Does this shade of yellow suit me? What size water heater do I need? (Maybe, no and 40 gallons, at least.) Doctor, stylist and tradesperson are only a few of the roles I have asked ChatGPT to take on since starting to use the app several months ago. (Also: Unreliable fact-checker.…