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Simplicity is as Elegant as it is Brilliant
Simplicity will carry the day. Leo Tolstoy said that there is no greatness where there is no simplicity, goodness, or truth.
Rene VolpiPublished 4 days ago in JournalThe Orange, the Soap & the Actress
I let the peel fall to the dusty black floor. “It was a queer sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs,” I began.
Marie WilsonPublished 9 days ago in JournalAnother Factor That Separates Sages From Masters
Read to the End to Help "Change The World" with our Earth Week Impact Launch Initiative! --- In my article The 8 Stages to a Quality Career, I detailed each of the steps one must go through to advance to the highest levels in any Industry.
Cody Dakota Wooten, C.B.C.Published 20 days ago in JournalWhen the Robots Took My Job
This is for RM Stockton's Write Club prompt for the month of April: AI Please allow me to vent. For "college," I went to a scam school that is now closed. We were promised internships that were never spoken of again after admissions, and we were promised help finding jobs. The first time I went to the career counselor's office, she was completely frazzled. She had no idea what to do with us, the film majors. The second time I visited her office, I let her know that I'd found myself a job, and she was visibly relieved.
Rebekah ConardPublished 24 days ago in JournalSabotage
Lately I’ve been in a funk where everything can be going right. You know I’m in a happy place talking to who knows, I’m at peace and feel like everything is just going great you know. But once I start seeing that everything is going great for some reason I need to sabotage it. I need to sabotage my happiness and what I have going on in my life so no one else is able to do it for me. Does that make sense? Am I the only one who gets this way?
Merjaunie LenaPublished about a month ago in JournalUnderstanding Your Stress Gauge
Most people believe that Stress is Bad. However, it really doesn't work like that in Humans. See, Stress itself is neither Good nor Bad inherently.
Cody Dakota Wooten, C.B.C.Published about a month ago in JournalPosting Letters
As Misty had gotten older and material items have become of less value to her she started to declutter all the boxes where she’d kept unnecessary bric-a-brac. There were documents, old love letters, trinkets, seashells, bus passes and brochures from trips she’d randomly collected in Europe, playbills from London in the 70’s and many other obscure items that no longer held her interest. She had been recommended a fantastic book to read on minimalizing and had also seen a wonderful documentary on decluttering which inspired her to apply these methods into her own life. She decided it was time to make the difference.
Debbi LonmonPublished about a year ago in JournalDid We Manifest AI Due to Collective Human Attitudes on Work?
Food for thought indeed. There is a mighty fine line between "AI is taking our jobs" as a downright conspiracy theory, to something that is true and proven in some (if not many) occupations; from cashiers to illustrators, and robotic surgery to name, let alone robot lawyers for real. Furthermore, this article is not designed to create more fear and uncertainty than what is already circulating in the cosmos, but rather to view AI and the world of work from a different perspective.
Justine CrowleyPublished about a month ago in JournalMindful feet
I’m a life-long depressive, but I’ve mostly learned how to live with it. I can recognise when it’s getting worse, I know what helps and what doesn’t. I’ve read all the books and tried all the things and found what works for me. One of the things I tried along the way was mindfulness.
Alice ElizabethPublished about a month ago in JournalAn Easter Lesson That Is Often Forgotten
Today is Easter, and in the world of Christianity, we often hear something like this. "He is Risen. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia"
Cody Dakota Wooten, C.B.C.Published 2 months ago in JournalThe things we melt down
“How old do you think this beauty is?” I’m on a short walk around my neighborhood when this riddle is hurled at me. The question comes from a middle-aged man wearing a Cleveland Water Department T-shirt. It’s too cold for this attire, but he seems unaffected by the chill breeze. He’s surprisingly fit for a man his age, but his hair grays on the edges, betraying his bid for youthfulness. A baseball cap shades his glasses. His cell phone is kept in a black pouch dangling from his belt. His jeans are light blue and authentically worn and tattered. Paint splotches dot the knees and bottom hems of his pants. There are moist spots on his shirt and legs and shoes. Droplets of water cling to his hands. He's smiling, but he's damp at the edges like he’s waiting hopefully for mold.
Flowers to my Funeral
Writers block is clouding my mind these days. I took a break all to return to nothing. So, I decided to write a three line haiku today about the thoughts I’ve been holding captive in that cranial blob that sits in my skull.
Natasha CollazoPublished 2 months ago in Journal