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Sunday, June 01, 2025
Sunday Stealing
Saturday, May 31, 2025
Saturday 9: Too Shy
Friday, May 30, 2025
The Long Way Home
It was to be a simple task: drive my husband to Christiansburg, about 45 miles away, to retrieve the new vehicle a friend had purchased the day before.
It's about an hour's drive, unless you're with me, the one with the lead foot and the propensity to "go with the flow" of the other 80 mph drivers. Then you get there much quicker.
However, we were on Interstate 81, which is like driving through a mini-golf course complete with windmills, potholes, and other intriguing traps. Weaving in and out of traffic, I tried not to pay attention to my husband's grip on the overhead handle on the passenger door and his occasional mutterings about speeding.
I-81 is notorious for its hazards. It's one of the most dangerous highways in the state. The highway is two lanes each way, and it now has many times more traffic than it was originally designed to carry. In particular, tractor-trailers travel this road in great numbers. Since the highway has fairly steep grades that the big rigs can't take at speed, traffic frequently slows to a crawl, with backups as long as 3 miles or more not at all unusual.
Fortunately, the southbound lane I was racing down was not all that crowded, but the northbound lane, where I would need to return, was backed up for miles. A tractor trailer on its side had turned the highway into a parking lot.
We discussed a different route for the return trip home with my husband's friend's new car. We decided to go US 460, a much less traveled route.
After we picked up the vehicle, I followed my husband down the highway. I like driving US 460, it's a good road and the traffic is light. However, as we reached other exits, the traffic picked up as folks trapped on I-81 began to siphon themselves off the interstate and onto the less frequented roads.
By the time we reached Salem, I was ready to get back on the interstate and get home. However, to my left, I could see a dark, vicious-looking cloud. My husband called me on the cell. "We're going to take the long way and try to miss that cloud. It might have hail in it," he said. "Follow me."
I knew he didn't want to ding up the new vehicle, and I didn't particularly want to mess mine up, either. But the cloud didn't look like a hail cloud to me. They usually have a little orange in them. But I am a good wife, so I obediently followed him. I thought at first we would get back on the interstate at Exit 140, but no.
Then I thought he was going to make a left turn off of US 460 business and head up Cove Road to Hershberger, but no.
The next thing I knew, we were driving by Roanoke City Fire Station 5. What were we doing in the heart of the city at 3:15 in the afternoon? I had no idea. I kept following him.
He turned left, finally, onto Plantation. I knew where that came out on US 11, but this seemed like a very long way home.
Then he turned right onto some other road that I have traveled only a few times.
And the rain poured.
It rained so hard I could not see him in front of me. I slowed way down because I didn't want to hit him. The water began ponding; cars coming from the other direction sent waves of water over top of my vehicle.
I clung to the steering wheel with both hands, thinking all the while, "We're heading toward Tinker Creek."
My mind leapt back 40 years to the Flood of 1985, when it took me over three hours to get home because of flash flooding and most of Roanoke was underwater, including the area we were driving through. I was on an unfamiliar road. I couldn't see. I couldn't tell what was in front of me. I didn't know where there might be a place to pull off and wait out the storm.
Finally, we neared the train tracks that I thought were coming up, and saw my husband make another right turn on Sanderson, only at the time I didn't realize it was Sanderson because it was raining so hard I couldn't see the sign. I called him. "I can't see to drive, where are we?"
"We're on Sanderson, we're near Jen's house."
"Do you have the lights on on that car? Because I can't see your rear end," I told him. He braked and I told him I could see that, but the lights for simply driving were quite dim. Since the car is silver, I was having a very difficult time seeing it.
It was a new car, so I assumed he just needed to find the right switch, and after a while he did. Then it was easier to see him. The rain also began letting up and I was able to release my death grip on the steering wheel. I was back on familiar turf.
That short task turned into quite the marathon, what with my husband's failed effort to keep the car clean and my fright at being on unfamiliar roads in such a downpour.
Next time it’s a “simple task,” I’m going home the simple way. Mine.
Thursday, May 29, 2025
Thursday Thirteen
Sources:
14 Weird Laws In Virginia That Are Sure To Baffle You
14 Surprising (But True) Laws You’ll Only Hear About in Virginia
The 8 Weirdest and Strangest Laws in Virginia (2025)
Code of Virginia Code - Article 5. Obscenity and Related Offenses
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Wednesday, May 28, 2025
Early Morning Bear
Tuesday, May 27, 2025
Morality and AI
The morality of using AI to write an article that you then sell as your own work depends on several factors, including transparency, context, intent, and any agreements or expectations involved. Here are the key ethical considerations:
1. Disclosure and Transparency
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Ethically Questionable: Claiming full authorship of something entirely written by AI without disclosing its role may be considered dishonest, especially if others (editors, clients, readers) expect human authorship.
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More Acceptable: If the use of AI is disclosed—either explicitly or implicitly (e.g., in a terms-of-service agreement or contributor note)—the ethical concerns are reduced.
2. Contractual and Legal Obligations
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If you're writing under contract or for a platform that expects original human-created work, using AI without disclosure may violate terms and be both unethical and legally problematic.
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Some publications, especially in journalism or academia, have strict rules about ghostwriting or non-human authorship.
3. Creative Integrity and Professional Identity
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Selling AI-generated work as your own might undermine your credibility if discovered—especially in fields where creativity, voice, and critical thinking are core values.
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If you're marketing yourself as a writer but letting AI do all the writing, there's a mismatch between claim and reality.
4. Value Provided
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If you significantly revise, guide, or curate the AI’s output (e.g., prompt engineering, structural editing, style tuning), you're still applying your skill and judgment—this is often viewed as collaboration rather than deception.
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If you're simply passing along raw AI content, it's harder to justify claiming authorship, particularly in moral or professional terms.
Summary:
Using AI to help write or co-write is increasingly common and can be ethically sound if you:
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Add your own input or editing;
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Are honest when required by contract or context;
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Don't mislead others about the nature of the work.
However, presenting entirely AI-generated content as your own original human creation, especially for profit, without any disclosure, is ethically shaky—more so in contexts where human authorship is assumed or valued.
(No disclaimer because it's in the post that I used chatGPT.)
Monday, May 26, 2025
Five Things
Sunday, May 25, 2025
Sunday Stealing
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Saturday, May 24, 2025
Saturday 9: American Soldier
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Friday, May 23, 2025
Is Anybody Listening?
A reflection on AI, loneliness, and the lost art of conversationAI Image
The other day, I was talking with a friend who mentioned she’d been having issues with her boyfriend. I remembered their brief breakup over the holidays. She hadn’t taken it well.
“I got through it with an AI therapist,” she told me.
Really? There are AI therapists?
Apparently so. A quick Google search brought up a list of the top-rated ones for 2025. Most offer a 7-day free trial, after which there’s a fee to continue. Some still provide access to basic advice even without a subscription.
It made me wonder if AI will eventually become everyone’s therapist. There’s something to be said for in-person talking. A chatbot might express concern or outrage on your behalf, but how would you know if it says that to everyone? It’s certainly not your friend.
Then again, therapists aren’t supposed to be your friends either, although over time it can feel that way. Still, we’re paying to be heard.
And maybe that’s what gets to me. That we’ve reached a point where so many people need to be heard, and not enough people are listening. So here come the AI therapists, who will now step in where actual humans no longer tread. We don’t take time anymore to hear each other’s stories, to ask why someone feels the way they do, or to understand the long path behind someone’s point of view.
We live in a 140-character world with short bursts of thought, shouted into the void. Background and context get left behind. Everyone’s yelling, typing whatever comes to mind, and in the end, we’re drowning in half-told tales. Most of them signify nothing, because stories told in fury rarely carry truth.
Or maybe they do mean something, but only to certain people. Bullies love a short format. It’s hard to argue with a tweet. Or an “X.” Whatever they call it now.
I’ve read that loneliness is becoming a major public health threat in the U.S. The kind that affects your body as well as your heart.
Can AI step in as someone’s best friend? I’m not sure. I’ve played with it, but I don’t have a mic on my desktop, so I don’t use the voice feature. My laptop has one and the one time I used it, it sounded robotic.
I’ve had Alexa for years. She’s chipper enough, but she can’t carry on a conversation. Maybe newer versions can, but mine are older and I've no plans to replace them. Frankly, between Alexa and Siri, I already feel like I’m under constant surveillance.
And Siri? She’s not much of a talker, either.
Once upon a time, people actually talked about deep things. They discussed the stars, big ideas, good books, the best way to diaper a baby, work struggles, or the price of hamburger. They shared stories and passed a beer between friends.
I still have a few people I can talk with like that, and I cherish them. Those rare relationships are the ones where we go deep and take time with each other. Most people skim the surface of every problem. Some made up their minds years ago and haven’t listened since. Maybe they never did. Maybe they were kids when they stopped, convinced they were always right.
No one is right about everything.
Not even AI. I’ve seen it get confused. Sometimes it spits out something funny, but other times it can be alarming. And if a computer bot can get that turned around, imagine what goes on inside the human mind.
Thursday, May 22, 2025
Thursday Thirteen
Sources:
List of people convicted of treason – Covers historical figures who were officially convicted of treason.
The Most Infamous Cases of Betrayal in US History – Focuses on American traitors and spies.
15 Most Infamous Traitors in History – A broader look at notorious traitors across different eras.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2025
Tuesday, May 20, 2025
Regina Raccoon & Tom Turkey
| It's unusual to see raccoons out during the day - except this time of year when they've had kits. |
| Tom found himself a girlfriend! |
| He put on quite a show for her. |
| I don't know if he was successful or not. |
Monday, May 19, 2025
Five Things
Sunday, May 18, 2025
Sunday Stealing
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Saturday, May 17, 2025
Saturday 9: Nothing's Gonna Stop Us
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