This past Tuesday might go down as a pretty historic day if you’re a fan of movies and TV.
At the beginning of the day Monday, I found out all teachers and students were having an assembly during 2nd block. Now that is not to say I wasn’t notified before then; it is to say that is when I found out. Regardless, I was aghast, because I had devout plans for my 2nd period class - plans that could not be changed, or in the very least, should not be changed. My robot brain refuses to compromise in times like these.
Charlie severely injured his back on the job and took to booze -- a welcomed friend and deceptive enemy -- to help him through his pain and suffering. And, while he ultimately recovered from his back injury, for which he received a Workman's Compensation award, Charlie found himself with a drinking problem -- he found himself drinking between drinks. The result? While Charlie may have been the happiest guy on the job, he was also the most inefficient man on the job and was fired.
Artificial intelligence is an area of computer science that promotes the creation and utilization of intelligent machines toward their working order being as effective as a human’s intelligence. There are scores of self-described authorities on AI’s definition, but this description is as useful as any for us today. The premise that such computer scientists work from is that, eventually, they will be able to create machines that can in fact mimic the human thought process. I’m not 100% sold since we don’t fully comprehend, or know, how the human thought process plays out. There’s much that we do know, but a great deal of that is still theoretical. Find me a peer-reviewed scholar who can cogently explain love, or memory loss, or how humor affects thought, and I might be able to buy into the fact that other smarties can make computers do the same.
“A pod has appeared at the top of the screen / They're the hardest to get, if you know what I mean / A miss, then a hit, now he's fading away / I've done all I can, at least for today”— Buckner & Garcia “The Defender”
Throughout the week I typically have a variety of activities and household chores I try to take care of before I head into work in the evenings.
It is 5:35 in the morning. It is too early to be at school, so I’m sitting at my desk at home. As I type away on my keyboard, I notice my Han Solo action figure standing stolid beside the screen. He is similar to the Batman bobble head that keeps vigil at work. I always liked Han Solo, the rebel with a cool car -in his case, the Millennium Falcon.
A few months ago I started looking online for a gratitude journal to purchase. Surprisingly to me, there’s an overwhelming large selection of them. There are gratitude journals to fit everyone’s needs from age, sex, occupation, humor and even how much time you wish to spend writing in them.
Last week, and in various other columns I’ve written for you through the years, I focused on how private enterprises’ handling of our precious, private data can cause real problems for us. After 50 years of the internet’s evolution, which has changed how business is conducted in the most fundamental way, the bitterness of computer crime balances the sweetness of profits built on the web’s efficiencies.
At the time of writing this I have no idea who the Governor of my home state will be for the next four years. As you read this the day it’s published or afterwards, you do.
(Columnist’s Note: This reprint from 2016 is one of my favorite “introspective” columns, and it’s as true of high school as it ever was of college. Getting to adulthood is tough, and being there is even tougher.)
At the University of Kentucky, we look toward the hills and mountains for partnership and meaning, for stronger communities and for a brighter future for our Commonwealth.
I know it's just the first of November and might feel too soon to think about Christmas, but if you are looking to reach out to a child in need this season, there is an exciting project you can work on right now.
Having worked in an elementary school for the past 10 plus years, I honestly can’t imagine doing much of anything else. I grew up in a school. I rode to “work” with my mother every day, her classroom was always just down the hall from me. Looking back over the course of my life those years seem like a blur now. I am certain that they laid the foundation for what I feel is my present and my future today. I idolized my mother and her co-workers who also served as friends. I have always wanted to be a teacher.
On Tuesday, Nov. 5, Madison Countians from every imaginable walk of life will come together to exercise perhaps the most cherished right we enjoy as American citizens: our participation in free and open elections. On this occasion, we will choose our governor and other statewide Constitutional officers for the next four years.
Part of my daughter's morning school arrival routine is stopping to say "Hi!" to Officer Steve, her school resource officer (SRO). And daily, even with all he is managing during morning drop-offs, he never fails to share a smile or a laugh with her.
Considering how much I loved trick-or-treating as a child, it’s no wonder that I also love the tradition my wife and I have of decorating a trunk and getting dressed up for trunk-or-treat.
Nobody likes surprises and nobody likes surprises when it comes to medical bills. With the cost of insurance being enough as it is, it can be overwhelming for Kentuckians when an unexpected medical bill arrives for a service they thought was covered. Why does this happen? Often times the service that was provided was performed by a physician or facility that was out-of-network for their insurance plan. The complexity of multiple insurance companies, multiple medical services, and multiple patients can be beyond frustrating, it can be maddening.
Hubert was a tuba player who spent more time rapping his landlord than he spent wrapped in his instrument. In loud and uncertain terms, he repeatedly complained to his landlord that his apartment was overrun with crickets and he wanted something done about it. The result? The landlord repeatedly dispatched an exterminator to Hubert's apartment -- to dispatch the crickets -- to no avail. Hubert's complaint's continued as did his landlord's defense.
A couple of weekends ago I stood outside for an hour and a half in 40 degree weather and developed a sinus infection. A couple of weekends ago I had the pleasure of seeing the Blue Crawdads perform live at the Daniel Boone Festival. It’s all about perspective.
The other day, one of my students asked me if I had always wanted to be a teacher. As the words fell from his mouth, I enacted one of my superpowers and stopped time. I looked across the teenager-filled room and took a moment to speculate their time in life. Indeed, it was in their seats many years ago that I speculated my own future, and it was at their age that I felt that itch of mystery, adventure, and worry about what the future might hold.
This Week's Circulars
Ms. Margaret Dale Stevens, age 87, of Olive Hill, entered into rest Friday morning, November 15, 2019 at St. Claire Health Care Center in Morehead. She was born May 2, 1932, in Carter County, a daughter of the late William "Rube" and Mary James Stevens. Margaret was a member of the First Bap…
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