Cold winds and autumn leaves dance down the quiet street.
Heels clip-clop up the sidewalk
...the sound of ghoulish feet.
Pale hands clutched together as, overhead, witches fly.
Dark skies and Colorado moon
...suffer a black cat’s cry.
Lone door bells chime and glowing jack o’lanterns gleam—
Rejoice! All who may dare—
...tonight is Halloween!
Mark Twain, AI, and the "Big Thoughts" Lie
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It is Mark Twain's birthday--happy birthday, Mark!--and I am reading, or
rather listening to, Ron Powers's biography of Twain as I drive and walk
each we...
1 week ago
Wonderful!
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