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New Orleans (Blogophilia 42.15)

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  If you have been following along on Facebook and Instagram, you know I spent a week in that fabulous den of iniquity and corruption, New Orleans. It was a trip planned several times, each time getting postponed for one reason or another. Finally, the stars aligned. My wife and I got the wheels moving on Sunday morning for the seven hour trip. Unlike other trips I could name, we didn't run into much traffic either there or back. Which is a nice change from my usual experience.  So, how do you describe the city in a swamp where the dead are buried above ground? It is a Jack-Of-All-Trades place, a combination seaport and oil town with a mix of people you won't find anywhere else. As with many other seaports, bribery is how you get things done. There are different terms for it: taxes, donations, tips... Add them all up and your travel budget just went up 15%.  Bring folding money. None of these folks take cards.  Yeah, I'm being a parsimonious cynic.  It's also a city whe

The Wizard's Potion (Blogophilia 41.15)

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 Morning 4 scoops Quart of water Eight Minutes One sausage patty One egg One teaspoon of Tupelo Honey One waffle Let's start the day/ 

Artificial Intelligence and My Writing (Blogophilia 40.15)

 Another week. Another deadline.  I get a note from Micro$oft to try their new "CoPilot" artificial intelligence feature.  Oh, why not. I'm lazy. You I would like a story on resurrection and angels Copilot Certainly! Here’s a short story about resurrection and angels: In the ethereal realm of light and serenity, where angels dwell in harmonious eternity, there was a tale whispered among the celestial beings—a tale of a mortal who defied the finality of death. The Resurrection of Aeliana In the mortal world, there was a young woman named Aeliana, whose heart was as pure as the first snowfall. Her kindness was a beacon of hope in her village, and her laughter was a melody that even the angels envied. One fateful night, a shadow crept into the village, a sickness that spread like wildfire, claiming many, including Aeliana. As she lay on her deathbed, her spirit called out, not for salvation for herself, but for the healing of her people. In the heavens above, an angel named