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opening the lens of love wider (opens the original)
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For my 60th year around the sun, I am hosting monthly dinners — gathering small groups of friends who already know each other or hold similar spots in my heart-mind. It’s such a pleasure to spend the week in advance looking for recipes, and then, on the day of, cooking and cleaning in preparation to gather people for storytelling. Because that’s what any good shared meal is — a chance to share stories.Last night was the second dinner, and it was a Mama Dinner. Five women — including me — who hav
less (opens the original)
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Less screens. Less passwords. Less authentication codes. Less bots. Less AI responses. Less error messages. Less noise. Less hand-wringing about the end of the world. Less aimless talk going no where. Less incendiary words. Less self-congratulations Less empty chatter. Less name dropping. Less spite and malice.Less fake food. Less cinnamon roll M&M’s. Less chicken and waffle Oreos. Less butter dipped ice cream. Less protein sodas. Less development. Less “sub-division coming.” Less “build here.”
finding what is mine to do in the age of AI (opens the original)
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The trip to NYC a few weeks ago had a bumpy start. We were sitting on the tarmac for flight #1 when United texted that our next flight was canceled. We were not rebooked. Just canceled. The only bit of hope offered was a link to an AI bot that might help us find a new flight.Once in O’hare, we immediately tried to find a gate agent or help desk. They’ve done away with the latter, and the former were scarce. The only United personnel we connected with pointed toward a QR code. No assistance. No “
sidewalks, subways, stimulation (opens the original)
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It was to be four nights in NYC, but United decided willy-nilly (it seemed) to cancel our first flight. We made the best of it, my son and I, training it into Lincoln Park for dinner at a great Mediterranean restaurant. The puffy pitas and labneh floating in a sharp olive oil was the first of many bites to come over the next few days. There would be the highest-of-end meals with sauces so delicate and complex that you just wanted to sit with that first bite and let it travel around your mouth, h
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