Home is where the hearth (Joanne says Heart) is and after a surprising 4 month "snow birding"adventure in Key West, we are back home!So much has happened and I'm proud to say we endured it safely and are happily home. I'm sure new adventures portend and I'm ready to face them head on. After all, what choice do I have?
I've made many mistakes in my life. But their is one that I am reminded of several times a day.
I love technology and opportunities to learn new things. The field of AI is fascinating and, as with most innovations, there are benefits and burdens - pluses and pitfalls. My recent experience has been all on the plus side. Broken wrist! A note taker in meetings that are easily uploaded to my CRM - I will continue to use it.Broken wrist! AI took dictation for emails, documents, texts, even DMs. It’s a nice option if I remember to proofread carefully. A tool worth using.
Yes, I know I'm late to read -- but I just read Mitch's blog from Saturday. And, I get it -- really I do. [Thanks for the shout out, Mitch.]As anyone who spends more than five minutes with me knows, my adult children both currently live very far away. Far -- planes and trains away. Like Mitch's (rockstar) daughter, mine lives in northern California . My son is in southern Virginia. They, and we, really enjoy each other's company. But simple geography means that we don't have enough time together.
While travelling in Southeast Asia, we experienced their expression of greeting. Rather than shake hands, their tradition is to place their hands together and shortly bow. I learned that the depth and length of the bow can even reflect the level of respect being offered. While people in the United States say hello with a handshake, bowing carries the same meaning of courtesy and recognition in other cultures. In fact, our guides in Bali and Thailand told us that they rarely, if ever, shake hands.
When the mood arises, a playlist results. Sometime ago on that platform I wish would still be known as twitter and follow its pre-Musk ‘sensibilities,” I responded to a list asking for songs with “dance” or “dancing” in the title. Past asks often enabled me to respond with a playlist. An example is my “The Eyes Have It,” playlist which arose following a Gotham Friday Happy hour chat; I posted the list to a query seeking songs with “Eyes” in the title.
I’m writing this from a Delta flight to San Francisco, somewhere high above the heartland, moving about 450 miles per hour in a machine that still feels impossible to me.Below me, the land is laid out in neat checkerboard squares. Farms, fields, roads, and towns pass quietly beneath us. I wonder what they’re planting down there. I wonder who is working those fields. I wonder how many people on this plane are also heading somewhere that matters.