Essay by Martha Nichols
The engineering mindset of AI researchers is so different from my own that the media coverage of AI to date has left me feeling alone, stuck in an alternate universe.
The engineering mindset of AI researchers is so different from my own that the media coverage of AI to date has left me feeling alone, stuck in an alternate universe.
Art reframes the way you look at the world, and we are very, very much in need of a new frame.
I miss her already, that’s the thing. I’ve been expecting to miss her for a long time.
I’m animated by the fierce intention to figure out what matters.
It knows the value in the discarded, knows the drama of the search.
Tattoos are the promises we make to ourselves.
It’s as if I’m peeling back my own tissues, marbled with fat, to learn.
As others try to warp my identity, it’s not always easy to feel that faith is a blessing.
The loss and near-loss of three people in my life in a short span of time were too great to put into words.
Standing before the mute petroglyphs, I found myself conjuring stories about what lay behind each rendering.