“Daddy,” she asked as I attempted to rock her to sleep, “can, can, can you sing the other song?” At night we put her in her crib and let her do the work. But nap times are more challenging, so even though Ada is now two years old, I still rock her to sleep in…
Here is the scene: we, meaning my wife, myself and our three dogs, are holed up in one of the grossest hotel rooms we’ve ever stayed in. Outside there is almost two feet of snow, and it’s yet to stop. As far as I can tell, we are the only guests in the entire hotel.…
I refuse to watch documentaries when I’m home alone because old photographs creep me out…read why here.
So for folks who only read what I write when they get a ping from this blog, I’ll try to post more of my Prompt stuff here. This one is part exploration of the dark side of money in politics and part exploration of how AI works. Click here.
New piece up on the prompt – less science, more of that self-deprecating storytelling I know some of you readers prefer. http://www.thepromptmag.com/pet-era-self-portrait-gifts-gave-loved-ones/
In which I try to convince you math isn’t boring… http://www.thepromptmag.com/guns-galois-the-real-good-will-hunting/