Solve this & You'll Find A Hidden Story!
Like life, I love life; people ask me how life's going, I say silly things like long live the golden spiral of love, whereby one is ensnared by a woman's clutches and goes from simply enjoying the view to falling fast from the garden of eden—I kid, I kid—first the Apple, now this, as I tell my better half. I always look out the window, here in Seattle, and see if there's rain. Lately, however, there's been an incessant fog creeping in and snuffing out the lights. Largely a result of the sound and cold air, it's a little odd that it doesn't add that much ambience to the city. Then, I walk towards some place where I can get some actual work done. At attention, I meander the stacks of the library. At times it can endow me with the impetus to write. And, boy oh boy, does them stories flow forth when looking at the mix of humanity at the library. Of course one day I was lumped in with people who were down and out. My ego took a large hit that day, just imagine if you thought you attained even a little success, then realized you were fooling no one. Well that's when I got the idea for this riddle, not that more than a handful of people read this blog, really, but just to try something new. Because you should know that I've been reading about machine learning programs that can basically create new Van Goghs out of nothing and fools even the best experts we have.
So what then does that leave me with when the machine learning program comes along and fools even the most discerning of literary critics (not that it should be that hard)? So what will I do, old friend, besides sad attempts to add the physical world into my stories.
Rules: (Unfortunately this is only Available to those in Seattle, and with access to Seattle's Central Library. Note that, if you're half way to figuring this out, the Space Needle doesn't count).
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So what then does that leave me with when the machine learning program comes along and fools even the most discerning of literary critics (not that it should be that hard)? So what will I do, old friend, besides sad attempts to add the physical world into my stories.
Rules: (Unfortunately this is only Available to those in Seattle, and with access to Seattle's Central Library. Note that, if you're half way to figuring this out, the Space Needle doesn't count).
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Published on December 05, 2017 18:21
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