my son nehemiah and the jeromes.

The other day, my son Nehemiah started telling me about the jeromes. 

“They fly up in the sky,” he said, his eyes following clouds of imaginary flying objects. “I saw a jerome at the pawk today!”

Some implications for writers, re: our surprisingly articulate robot news force.

I have been mentioning to people lately that many of the Associated Press’s news stories are written by robots. Since …