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It’s now Friday of the “Vacation Week” I’d mentioned in my previous post (Taking a Vacation – No, really!). My son and I are in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, right at the edge of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. The original…
It’s been far too long since I took a proper vacation. I won’t get into all (any) of the details as to “why”, but … suffice it to say, it’s been over a decade. That’s (been) changing this year, due…
For the past few years, I’ve had a lingering itch in the back of my head to revisit the town where my grandparents (both long since deceased, with my grandfather passing a couple of decades before my grandmother) lived. I…
This post (and its companion pieces) is the result of an extended conversation with an AI research assistant that started somewhere entirely mundane and ended up somewhere I wasn’t expecting. It got heavy enough that I felt it was worth…
This post (and its companion pieces) is the result of an extended conversation with an AI research assistant that started somewhere entirely mundane and ended up somewhere I wasn’t expecting. It got heavy enough that I felt it was worth…
This post (and its companion pieces) is the result of an extended conversation with an AI research assistant that started somewhere entirely mundane and ended up somewhere I wasn’t expecting. It got heavy enough that I felt it was worth…
This post (and its companion pieces) is the result of an extended conversation with an AI research assistant that started somewhere entirely mundane and ended up somewhere I wasn’t expecting. It got heavy enough that I felt it was worth…
I had an intriguing conversation with a Claude AI instance which, I think, touched on some interesting (at least to me) topics and left me with a desire to create a T-shirt … even if only for myself. Here is…
Back in my tweens, I lived in an apartment in New Jersey with my mom. We would often buy a bunch of bananas. They would then sit on the counter and, slowly, be eaten. Well, they’d mostly be eaten. I…
Darius Beckford glanced at the wall clock. Its hands moved – slowly, relentlessly. He pushed back from the desk, rubbed his eyes, and muttered under his breath. Hours spent staring at notes and evidence. Absolutely nothing. Realizing the day had…
Doran Terrell had heard many a tale of yore, of heroes past – saving various people and lands; but he’d never expected to be called to be one himself. That sort of thing never happened to simple fieldworkers from Clayshear….
About a week ago, I proverbially kicked myself in the butt and decided I needed to get back to doing some writing. I’ve definitely wanted to develop more Pub Tales (it goes with the site, right?). Additionally, I’ve had an…