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Apple's laptop family has undergone significant changes this year, bringing much-needed clarity to its lineup. The highly anticipated 15-inch MacBook Air was released several months ago, followed by two revisions of the MacBook Pro within a short span of 12 months. While the M2 Pro models provided a noticeable improvement in performance, it is the new M3-powered MacBook Pro models in 14-inch and 16-inch sizes that truly showcase Apple's vision for the future. The removal of the long-suffering 13-inch MacBook Pro, burdened with a Touch Bar and an outdated design, demonstrates Apple's commitment to catering specifically to professionals with their Pro machines, while the Air models are designed for the general user base.
By Sofal hasan2 years ago in Writers
The Shape of Dreams: How They Shape Your Day-to-Day Life
Introduction Dreams have always held a mystique that captivates and perplexes us. They are a nightly spectacle, a parade of the surreal, where we become both the audience and the actor. In this article, we'll embark on a fascinating journey through the enigmatic world of the subconscious mind, exploring the science, psychology, and the profound implications of our nocturnal adventures.
By Gaurav Kirpalani2 years ago in Writers
War's over and Love's here
The 1917 war was well over. And soldiers were returning from duty. I had a love from yonder met him when I was just shy of 16. He was both handsome and strong. He made me feel like a woman. I loved his charm and sweet kisses. He swept me off of my feet. It was good back then but now I am out of my parents' home. I am completely on my own. No man to help guide me through the day or write sweet love letters. I stopped getting love letters from Mickey way back, a few months or weeks ago. I asked the postal man and he keeps saying the same thing that I did not receive anything. I called his family and no one responds. I couldn't reach his old friends because they all served with him. Yup alone in this big city. Something you learned from growing up poor, you learned guts. You learned grits. You learned how to tough it out. I recognized life is no apple pie. But life should be simpler. Life should be complete. Life should be whole. After all this is the country of freedom. This is the country of grace. This is the country of hope. Mickey would say that he loved me. Mickey would say that he missed me. Mickey would say that I am all that he dream of. He better not have gone off with some other woman. Some other who would care for him like me. Someone who would love him like me.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Best Books to Master the Content Writing Craft
Content writing has become an essential skill in today's digital age, with businesses and individuals alike relying on compelling, well-crafted content to engage their audiences and convey their messages effectively. Whether you're a seasoned writer looking to enhance your skills or a beginner eager to learn the ropes, the right books can be your trusted companions on your content writing journey. In this article, we will explore the ten best books to help you master the art of content writing, providing you with invaluable insights, practical tips, and expert guidance.
By Kuldeep Kachhot2 years ago in Writers
The Buffalo Loves
It was right after the Civil War ended, we were commissioned to the West. I never been to the West being the son of a slave. I had never been exploring the country. I never had the money or the freedom. But I needed the job, I needed the challenge. Too many things happened in this country. Too many injustices and now it is time for my people to see the world. For my people to become something that they never were able to become. I did not agree with the cause but I wanted the adventure. My dear father died during the slavery years and my mother I did not know much. I had nothing left down South. I did not want to reminded of the pain and the terrible past. I was fully ready for an adventure. And I did not want to look back as a person, as a citizen and as a freeman. My eyes were set on the West. And I had a captain who understood my hopes and dreams. I had a captain James who understand my bout with life. A captain who would risked anything for us to get the justice we so desire.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Back in Burroburg
It was way after slavery. It was somewhat peaceful. Momma said People were prospering like never before. People were doing things, inventing stuff that could change a million lives. I always looked to Momma because she was the smartest woman I've known. She would treat me like a treasure. I guess because I was her only child from the man who loved her so much. Momma said she believed father died from the war. All she knew was one day that she got a letter from the military when she was pregnant with me. The officers said their condolences and bow their head handing the letter and Papa's last check from the military. I grew up in Burroburg. Burroburg is my home as long as I can remember. It is a cross between a city and the country. My family was all I knew when I was growing up. As my cousins went away, and created their lives. I was hopelessly in love with Burroburg. I would go on walks with Momma throughout the nighttime. We would talk about growing up. Momma would reassure me that she loves me and I would tell Momma that I love her. As time went by other people were moving into Burroburg and as a long time resident of Burroburg I wanted to know. The community was thriving and upcoming. We have many businesses. We were building many houses. Every year most of the men would fix the roads. Then it was that year starting to become a woman and wanting new friends. I prayed to God that I would met someone who would inspire me to do something great. And a few days I met Haddie, she was lively and she was bursting with new energy. I don't think I ever seen someone in town who had as much energy as Haddie. "Pollie when are you gonna stop reading and start playing," said Haddie. I tried to tell her Momma wants me to do something great and be something better than her and Papa. I even offered to read the story to her. She listen and wanted to know where I got the book from. I told her it is from school. She walked me to school and I walked her school. Her school times were different and the weather did not help much. After some time, Haddie wanted to see my school so I asked Momma. Momma looked distressed she said " I don't know child. People aren't that open. And your relationship with Haddie is conditional Pollie. You can hang around her as long as you get your schooling okay." I signaled Yes obediently to Momma. Haddie was dying to meet my school and so I invited her to a community gathering. Most people ignored Haddie. Some said Hi and wave. I was embarrassed because they did not act that way when I was around them. They were lively and homely and welcoming. So after several hours, I told and motion for Haddie that it is time to leave. Haddie was still having fun and I was shocked by people's reaction. Haddie and I walked home. I said "You know Haddie they were putting on a show. They were doing that because you were White." Haddie ignored and kept smiling. And Pollie said, "Haddie, its your friend Pollie. And I had to tell you the truth. Momma said if I don't continue doing what's right and my schooling. Then we can't play together anymore." Haddie said "I know my mother and father said the same thing." "Hey we are of age you're 16 and I am 18. We haven't had our first kiss," said Haddie. Pollie uncomfortably said "Momma told me to wait till marriage." "Well maybe tonight is the night. See that young fella throwing rocks at the tree. He's cute," said Haddie. Haddie leave Pollie and begin to approach the young man. Haddie said "Ever kissed a woman like me fella." And the young man signal no. Haddie suggestively kiss and hug the young man. And Pollie in emotions begged Haddie to hurry up and she dragged her slightly . And Haddie signaled it wasn't over between her and the young man. Haddie said "Why did you do that?" Pollie explained "Haddie you just moved here. But people are racists. You kissing that young Black man could get him lynched. Are you crazy? If Momma hears about this then you can forget our friendship." "Well you think I am White. I'm Jewish Pollie. They act funny with me too. I'm tired of the looks. I'm tired of the acts. Why are people so racists?" said Haddie. And Pollie unable to explain walk away and they both go home crying. Haddie haven't heard from Pollie in a while, both are thinking about their friendship and the joys and ups and the downs. After several weeks of being apart, Pollie send Haddie a simple letter. And they met by the pond "I'm sorry Pollie. It will never happen again. it is not your fault or mines." said Haddie. "I am frustrated too. You are not my foe. You are not my enemy. You are my sister, my Jewish sister. And I will not never treat you like a token," said Pollie. And the two hugged and promised to secretly fight for eachother and look out for each other no matter what.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Chatbots May ‘Hallucinate’ More Often Than Many Realize
When OpenAI's ChatGPT chatbot was introduced, it impressed millions with its humanlike responses and ability to discuss various topics. However, it became apparent that this chatbot often fabricates information.
By Mushfiqur Ahmed 2 years ago in Writers
A Method To My Writing Madness?
Either Book Antiqua or Georgia usually, but I’m open. I will 'font-theme' around and not care how dirty it sounds. To thoughts like question marks that hang in the air wondering if they breached the detectable audible range: Cuz you swear you didn’t say nuthin'.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Writers
There hasn't been such an enthusiastic anticipation for a keynote before
The AI developer community is abuzz with anticipation for an upcoming keynote that is reminiscent of the excitement surrounding Steve Jobs' launch of the iPhone. OpenAI, the developer of ChatGPT, is commencing its inaugural developer conference in San Francisco on Monday, marking almost a year since the public release of the chatbot.
By Mushfiqur Ahmed 2 years ago in Writers
