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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.
By Rene Volpi 2 years ago in Journal
The 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.
By Marie Wilson2 years ago in Journal
Another 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.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)2 years ago in Journal
When 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.
By Rebekah Conard2 years ago in Journal
Understanding 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.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)2 years ago in Journal
Posting 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.
By Debbi Lonmon3 years ago in Journal
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.
By Justine Crowley2 years ago in Journal
Mindful 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.
By Alix 2 years ago in Journal
An 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"
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)2 years ago in Journal
The 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.
By CD Mosby2 years ago in Journal
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.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Journal
Mornings 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.
By Taylor Neal3 years ago in Journal