I knew I was in trouble when halfway through the recipe I saw the state of my kitchen. Beet juice was splattered everywhere and the sauted apples in their bowl were precariously close to falling off a counter crowded with cutting board, strainers, and food processor attachments. No recipe was worth this. I got the recipe from Sunday’s Parade, and it looked great. Plus, I am a fan of Sheila Lukins — the cookbook she Read more…
I talked with an AI today. Salon had an article on a chatbot that was the most successful in fooling judges in the annual Loebner prize. So naturally I had to check it out. It’s name is Elbot. It’s by turns cheeky, philosophical, and obscure. Really, really obscure. James Joyce has nothing on Elbot. But what was interesting was the way my own side of the conversation evolved. I was friendly, chatty, open — in Read more…
Oh my, that was amazing. We were looking for a more moderately priced restaurant after the Mrs. B’s night. Stortini’s fit’s the bill. I had scoped the place out for lunch with Sharon and Max — it’s located conveniently close (like blocks away) to Sharon’s work, and since Max joins her at the office, they just strolled on over. It was great for lunch, and even more fantastic for dinner. The food was wonderful. The Read more…