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!”
Tag: literature
the ugliness of the created world.
A fly’s life is entirely filth. He and all nature’s other decomposers are there to remove out of sight what you can’t bear to look at. They’re a lot like funeral directors, in that way.
Need a quick rewrite? Take a ride on the Spinbot!
Spinbot can rewrite your whole article in seconds. But will you be able to read it afterward?
The robots at Automated Insights are stealing writing jobs. But only the crappy ones.
Automated Insights produces thousands of stories every year. But can they produce insight, like a human writer can?
Meet Articoolo, a writing robot designed to torture your over-zealous English 101 teacher.
Articoolo can research AND write for you. So can an aimless, stoned freshman. Which does it better?
Ryan Masters 