Dec 15, 2022 Thurs — Apparently a million people have signed on to chatGPT since it started 5 days ago, crashing the site. Hmm… what does a real human write about? Versus a chat bot? And how can we distinguish the two? (Woe unto high school and college teachers.) Mine will be evident because of its high drivel factor. I promise you drivel with every spoonful. Come on down hungry readers to the chat bowl! Serving up drivel number one: I’m leaving on a jet plane tomorrow.
Don’t flush yet, that’s actually not so drivelly. Number two: I took my car in for an oil change today. I know, epic. Okay, now you can flush.
But, yes, I am leaving on a jet plane tomorrow. I’ve Looked At Clouds from both sides now, or soon will—and it’s a painting! Heading to my daughter’s for the holidays. Hanukkah, Christmas, Winter Solstice, and her birthday, all in the same week. In fact, she was born on winter solstice right at midnight. 11:57PM. IMO, that is special. And she lives up to it. I’m truly a lucky mom with her and my three sons.
Book report time:
I just finished “Cradles of the Reich”, speaking of lucky motherhood. Lucky not to be there, that is. My God, the Reich was evil. This book is historical fiction about the Lebensborn Society of Nazi Germany. The society was part of the secret “super race” breeding program. These were opulent maternity homes for pregnant single mothers with Aryan pedigree, AND a breeding program where SS officers came to eat, drink, and impregnate nubile Aryan women whose job it was to fuck whatever black boots walked in the door. Their babies were then adopted by Nazi families of high standing.
It gets worse. In occupied countries, 200,000 babies of Aryan pedigree were kidnapped or snatched when their parents were murdered and “Natzified” in these homes prior to adoption. It’s quite a book, and the author’s afterword is a whopper.
We never can forget what happened. And to close, let’s switch to a happier topic. I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas? How about multi-colored with liberty and justice for all. Much better. Oh, and Mediterranean yachting, Rolex watches and luxury perfumes by Armani. And our theme: I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane. Written by John Denver when he was only 23. Let’s hear it for the chat bowl! For more, see my very own “About the Paintings” and enjoy The Peach Tree below, summer solstice, coming right up!
