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Did 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 2 months 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 2 months 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 3 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 3 months ago in JournalMornings in Vannigan
Sproat Lake - August 26, 2021 My favourite times are the quiet mornings, before she is awake, when the van is still cozy with the lingering warmth of body heat and slumber. I slowly come away from dreamland, back into consciousness, back into my body, and remember the magic of falling asleep surrounded by beauty the night before. My body floods with gratitude for our safety and the cozy bed in which I have awakened, and I spend a suspended moment in stillness, in this moment before I admit to, and act upon, being fully awake.
Taylor NealPublished about a year ago in JournalHidden Secrets In Ultimate Productivity
Yesterday I wrote a piece about how I am VERY Competitive. I spoke about "How" you Compete is Important to attaining Success.
Cody Dakota Wooten, C.B.C.Published 3 months ago in JournalBABS BLUE HAIKU
Discouraged? Most definitely! After writing forty-five poems, none of which made Top Story or placed in the Blue Haiku Challenge. The majority of the poems received more hearts than reads.
Babs IversonPublished 10 months ago in JournalWhy We Think Taking Care Of Ourselves Is Selfish
You hear stories about how it is Important to take care of yourself. There is the classic airplane safety announcement that tells you to put your Oxygen mask on before assisting any children or elderly.
Cody Dakota Wooten, C.B.C.Published 3 months ago in JournalThe Customer
The Epicurean possessed the title of best restaurant in the tri-state area. People would try for weeks before acquiring a reservation in the main dining room. Snagging a coveted table in a private room took influence and a great deal of cash. It didn’t matter whether someone was looking for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, reservations were a necessity. Jacque, the establishment’s owner, ran his business with discipline, plus a great deal of empathy for his employees. He recalled working in a burger joint as a teenager for minimum wage. Now that he was a successful owner, Jacque would tolerate no one mistreating his staff.
Mark GagnonPublished 4 months ago in JournalThe Love Experiment
Many years ago at a toxic workplace, I sought respite from the indoor environment, so I decided to purposefully send love to a sapling tree consistently and see what unfolded.
Without TV
Without TV An interesting, but relatively simple twist came about in the life of my family. I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about it.
KJ AartilaPublished 4 months ago in Journal