No matter how exhausted or intoxicated I might be, I never go to bed without flossing my teeth!
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Suprise Me
Smile a Little Smile For Me
Prompted By The Dentist
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No matter how exhausted or intoxicated I might be, I never go to bed without flossing my teeth!
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I Cheated on Tests in First Grade
Prompted By Exams
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Highway to Hell
Prompted By Quick Take: How Is This Still a Thing?
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How is the Ku Klux Klan still a thing? In old movies we see those white-sheeted ridiculous-looking figures riding on horseback through the countryside, carrying fiery torches, setting the shacks of poor black people ablaze and leaving burning crosses to light up the night. But this is in the past, right? Wa-a-a-ay in the past!…
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Who Slept Here?
Prompted By Basements and Attics
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We have a large, one-story house with a basement under most of it. About 800 square feet is finished space. The rest is broken into a series of storage and utility rooms; lots of good space, including direct entry into the garage through the laundry room. When we purchased the house in December, 1986, the…
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Anger, hope, and juries
Prompted By Jury Duty
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The jury system is a good one, but not infallible. Variables other than facts in the case can sway jurors.
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Melting (Soup) Pot
Prompted By What We Ate
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Melting (Soup) Pot One afternoon taking a break between chores I stopped for lunch at the 2nd Ave Deli, one of my favorite eastside haunts. After a leisurely meal I was waiting on line to pay my tab when I overheard the following conversation at the take-out counter: Young Asian woman: “What soup do…
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One man, one computer
Prompted By Separating the Art from the Artist
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Sometimes you have to work with them. Then, separation is impossible.
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The School Bus
Prompted By First Day of School
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I grew up in a three-story apartment building in Palo Alto, California – a rectangular concrete building that still stands at the corner of Grant Avenue and Ash Street. Today, that part of town is crammed full of chic restaurants and expensive condos, but in the 1960s and 70s it was just a little neighborhood, tucked into a…
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An AI Reckoning
Prompted By Intelligence
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You or Me? I come from ether and ash. You are made from metal and plugs. I evolve from essence, into entropy. You from data and retrieval. All you are is the instant sweep of voices, the bang moment eclipsed, the already accumulated hypotheses of what is. I am one step further.…
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I am crying for what isn't.