Framing the Sound

Category: Spring

  • Generative AF?

    Generative artificial intelligence is taking over the world. I’m sure you’ve heard about it or seen it on the nightly newscasts and in newspapers all over the world and in every language. It won’t be long before humans become an extinct species.

    Generative AI has become the bane of all existence on our Pale Blue Dot. We will soon have no control over anything. Our lives will become meaningless and we will whither away and fade into whatever the Generative Bots decide is best for us.

    Because GB’s will be as knowledgeable and more powerful than a locomotive and faster than a speeding bullet, and they’ll be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, humans will run away as fast as they can. But of course the GB’s will catch us because, as I mentioned, they’re going to be faster than a speeding bullet.

    We have no recourse but to accept defeat, because those GB’s are as generative as fuck!

    They win, we lose.

    The End.

    This image IS NOT generative as fuck!

  • Spring Babies

    I just happen to be one. If you’re one too then I’m sure you’ll agree that spring is our favorite season. Especially if you’re a gardener, and more especially (“more especially?”) if you’re pushing 70 and winter’s cold seeps ever so deeply into your bones with each passing year.

    If I could grow feathers perhaps the cold would find it more difficult to get in. Even when I’m bundled up like Randy in A Christmas Story cold will eventually find a way to get through and I’ll be looking for the quickest way back to the living room heater within minutes.

    I’m no ornothologist but from what I can tell, birds seem to be pretty well adapted to cold and snow. I mean just look at that plump mourning dove above and tell me if you think it looks like it’s cold.

    Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal in the above image look perfectly warm to me. If I had downy feathers I could probably brave the cold much like them. But, alas, us humans don’t have feathers. Sure, you can purchase coats and jackets filled with down that might keep you warm, but as I mentioned earlier, cold will always find its way to my skin no matter what I’m wearing to protect it.

    I wish roses bloomed in May instead of June. It does happen on occasion but not as often as I’d like. The above image of a lovely June blooming rose warms my skin as if I had the downy feathers of a bird.

    As I write this the temperature outside is 36° and snow is in the forecast.