Witches brew
The same folks who brought us artificial intelligence are peddling electronic coin and a gizmo to separate us humans from the coming androids.
On a tiny island in the East China Sea, a tsunami warning sends the population hustling to higher ground. The island lies next to an undersea fault in the earth’s crust and has seen the devastation that comes from a big shaker.
The same folks who brought us artificial intelligence are peddling electronic coin and a gizmo to separate us humans from the coming androids.
A great bear slouches our way. We are busy knocking each other about.
Within the daily cycle of news is a lesson from two thousand years ago. It’s about slaves.
Around the world and here at home a drumbeat of events sound like a march on its way to nowhere good.
The garden lies dark and colorless. Body and soul wait for its renewal.
After sending our news service a check for $2.4 million, the state of Virginia is again trying to defend a denial of public access.
Tech, war and democracy. The year to come is filled with dark portents and a filament of hope held in the words of a song.
The ghosts of time come knocking around about now. But it seems different this year.
A little check from the Cleveland clerk was a big deal because it showed the way back to traditional public access in the electronic age.
In our battle over access to new court pleadings in New Mexico, comments from the bench were remarkably perceptive on all the legal points and yet the judge ultimately applied his own experience, a tendency that has both helped and hurt our cases.