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I have attempted to get through this essay without mentioning the reason why I am writing it. I won’t have to. You’ll know. A Rediscovery of a Book Before the pandemic, I lent my copy of The New Analog by Damon Krukowski to a friend. A couple weeks ago, he gave it back. Though it’s been five…
While visiting family in Sevierville, Tennessee, my wife and son stopped by the McClung Museum of Natural History & Culture in Knoxville, a quaint if rather small museum with a very interesting human evolution exhibit. As someone who procrastinates with productivity tools, most likely due to family genetics (my father is an industrial engineer) and…
The Answer to the Title by Both Me, the Human Author, and ChatGPT First of all: No. It won’t. It even admitted as much to me: The Trickery of Reading What You Thought Was a Student But Is Actually a Robot Is ChatGPT’s answer a definitive one? Probably not. But it’s a good one. One…
The Fears That Bind Us Coming up any sort of stairs was my greatest childhood fear. Sure, I wouldn’t be happy about going down to a dark basement: I’d race for the lights and move slowly around corners. But, for some reason, I felt like going upstairs was like defying a monster’s plan, like you…
The Industrial Nopes One of the reasons I became a teacher–and I know this is not what I should be saying–was so that I wouldn’t have to work in a cubicle. It was at the beginning of my teenagedom that I had suspected that the cubicle environment would not be my bag. I don’t remember…