Monday evening, headed to happy hour with a friend who programs robots, I saw Argo self-driving robot car Number 93 chained down to be taken away by a big human.
Wow! What a cool post. Your neighbor, Dave M., turned me on to your blog after I mentioned all the birds I notice on your part of the river near sunset. Not exactly a surprise, more of an aha-revelation moment, telling me that I need to spend more time on the part of the river, looking for new subjects and settings to paint. Good luck on the novel.
I will. I'm planning to attempt an author photo by one of Dave's awesome Caddies for the new book. Ever since I came over there the first time I've wanted to do it. It gave me a vision of some Dixie Mafia boss's compound back in the woods of the awful Deep South, so it's appropriate for the story of Frank Smith.
That would be cool. They look like they've been hibernating for quite a few winters now. Or suspended animation, one of those cases where the suspension computers had dark motives of their own. Or perhaps, during their slumber, they evolved into more primal species of Detroit-o-saurs.
Wow! What a cool post. Your neighbor, Dave M., turned me on to your blog after I mentioned all the birds I notice on your part of the river near sunset. Not exactly a surprise, more of an aha-revelation moment, telling me that I need to spend more time on the part of the river, looking for new subjects and settings to paint. Good luck on the novel.
Thanks, Jesse, and wonderful to hear from you. I think the last time I saw you was at a Book Fest reception. Holler next time you come by Dave's.
I will. I'm planning to attempt an author photo by one of Dave's awesome Caddies for the new book. Ever since I came over there the first time I've wanted to do it. It gave me a vision of some Dixie Mafia boss's compound back in the woods of the awful Deep South, so it's appropriate for the story of Frank Smith.
So, after reading this post, I stumbled next onto this, which seemed of a piece, or at least, a segue, to your essay: Tiny flying surveillance bots, the smallest ever, or so far, or as far as we know: https://www.npr.org/2021/09/23/1040035430/flying-microchip-sand-grain-northwestern-winged?utm_source=npr_newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_content=20211003&utm_term=5824039&utm_campaign=best-of-npr&utm_id=2107132&orgid=252&utm_att1=
That would make a hell of an author photo! We need to see if we get one of those finned beasts out on the road…
That would be cool. They look like they've been hibernating for quite a few winters now. Or suspended animation, one of those cases where the suspension computers had dark motives of their own. Or perhaps, during their slumber, they evolved into more primal species of Detroit-o-saurs.