I guess I understand that replacing writing with “automated insight extraction” makes sense from a managerial point of view. I just can’t see how it makes sense from any other point of view (e.g., someone who might have to read the junk that chatbots generate).
https://www.newyorker.com/culture/infinite-scroll/my-ai-writing-robot
“When you’re cooking lentils, don’t add perfume” (ὅταν φακῆν ἕψετε μὴ ‘πιχεῖν μύρον).
–Strattis Comicus (whoever he was)
I’m rereading Ovid’s Metamorphoses again this summer, which always reminds me of my son’s late-but-great cat Lewis the Explorer. This picture from seven years ago may suggest why.
Yet another Faceplace ad that falls between sad and funny. I’m pretty sure the Latin on this very serious “blood oath” coin is supposed to mean “what is owed in blood” (quod debitum sanguine) only they misspelled “blood” as SANQUINE, which doesn’t seem to mean anything.
Everything Is Better With Latin!™ (but not dog-Latin; that’s just sad)
I had occasion to use the word vademecum today, which doesn’t happen that often, but whenever it does I’m reminded of Vademecum toothpaste, which my mom used to use. This may be the first piece of Latin I ever learned (unless some of the pre-Vatican-II Latin mass stuck in my brain, which I guess is not impossible).
Happy Independence Day to my compatriots; happy Tuesday to all.
“One prefers, of course, on all occasions to be stainless and above reproach but, failing that, the next best thing is unquestionably to have got rid of the body.”
—Wodehouse, JOY IN THE MORNING
