Julie Fredrickson

It’s been a busy twenty four hours for the “artificial intelligence news cycle” which has become almost impossible to report on intelligently as the volume of bullshit that makes the signal to noise ratio migraine inducing.

I never feel so proudly American as I do when I am out of the country.

There are so many topics that are on my mind but I feel a real hesitancy to go too far down any one road.

America’s “late as humanely possible” Labor Day Weekend has thrown a real wrench into the transition from “summer mode” into “fall” that is a little hard to reconcile.

I don’t have an artificial intelligence usage policy for my own writing anymore than I have a search or algorithmic accounting citation system.

Occasionally when I travel I get myself into a downward spiral of physical stressors that I struggle to mitigate without a full reset of all my major inputs including sleep, nutrition, hydration and exertion.

If I were to curse an enemy, I could think of no worse fate than to wander the American medical system with without a clear diagnosis and no form of viable treatment on the horizon.

America is such a large nation in the global financial markets with such a dominant cultural footprint that it’s easy to get lost in domestic squabbles.

I spent almost 48 hours in transit to Europe.

I am carrying a reusable aluminum water bottle with me on my current trip.