By Shashi Bellamkonda ·
My son texted me from the platform at Huntington. Everyone just got off the train. Not delayed, not canceled, just off, the whole car of people standing up in that particular hurried, resigned way commuters move when they already know the choreography. They crossed to another platform and got on a different train, one that sounded different before it even started moving, a low diesel growl instea…
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I was reading the AI Observatory's new report last week, a study built from 24,521 real chatbot conversations pulled from seven existing datasets and led by researchers at Sta…
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I watched this movie on the United flight from Las Vegas this week.It was a masterpiece. A window into a forbidden world. Very human, and a story that leaves you hanging, wonderin…
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Somewhere in the first half second of meeting someone new, your brain runs a background check faster than any conference badge scanner. It looks at the face, the outfit, the accen…
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A friend of mine called on a Sunday night, not to talk about anything in particular, but to talk about a text message. Someone had replied to him with one word. "Sure." …
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Ask most people what they regret and they will reach for the ledger first. The stock they didn't buy in 2012. The job offer they turned down for the safer, duller path. The pa…
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Personal · Space Forty-six years to the day after ISRO first reached orbit from that same island, a private rocket did it. I was there once, as a boy, before any of it existed. Jul…
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