▰ WRONG TRACK:
“I just equated it to this phantom noise, and maybe we’re all in a mass hysteria moment: we hear the bell, but we ignore it because we’re New Yorkers.”
That’s an employee at a coffee shop adjacent to a Manhattan subway stop where a bell rang for weeks straight, per Alaina Demopoulos in the Guardian.
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▰ HEDGE FUN:
“of quince, or damson, strafed into the grassand bruised to softness by a week of rain,the wasps grown quick and blindaround that feast, the pigeonsfattened in the hedges, blind with song.”
That’s a stanza from “Notes towards a Devotio Moderna,” a poem by John Burnside in the July 4, 2024, issue of The London Review of Books.
. . .
▰ GIRL TALK:
“Part mommy, part secretary, part girlfriend, Samantha was an all-purpose comfort object who purred directly into her users’ ears. Even as A.I. technology advances, these stereotypes are re-encoded again and again.”
That’s Amanda Hess on the voices of AI in the New York Times.
Published on July 03, 2024 10:38