Stuck Between A Hard Place and AI, Dear Diary, Is This The Beginning of My End?
Happy Almost fucking THANKSGIVING THO. I come to this space to lay my brain down in the waste. It's a free write. No edits. I rarely go back and re-read what I write here before POSTING. Why? Because it's the mind in the raw. I read this story about one of scribes of the Bible and they would just sit and write and write like a constant stream of water pouring out from a faucet. There would be no breaks for breathes, or to look around and wonder, it was just pen to scroll. I think when we free write and tap into the author energy within us, we find mirroring in those days of scribing. The Bible is really just open thoughts from God that someone jotted down. A jot. That's me writing and thinking in Edu-speak. My career path as an educator has driven me towards a middle school in Brownsville, Brooklyn. My real ass home. I started going to school 400 yards from where I teach children. Weird is an understatem...
