Trumpstein

I printed and gave my mother a copy of an A.I. illustration I made from a phone photo I took in the hospital.  I wasn't sure about it, though.  It showed an old woman at a vulnerable time.  She, however, was fascinated.  She kept staring at it.  

"You're getting good at this.  How long did it take you to make it?"

"That's hard to say.  I've spent many, many, many hours trying to develop some styles on the platform, trying to train the system to store concepts and techniques from different sources, painters, mostly, so that I can have quick access to certain things.  That took and is still taking a long time.  Now I have a bunch of presets that I can work with, so it doesn't take me so long to get a result I want.  It is still tricky sometimes, though."

I really couldn't say.  I'm still working with the platform, but the platform keeps changing.  If I want something stable, I'd have to build my own, and I don't have the technical skills to do that.  I know a couple people, however, business men and women, who have hired coders to help them build specialized platforms so they can sell their services to different business groups.  I was married to the daughter of the president of the largest educational book publisher in the world, and his wife was working for just that sort of company when digital publishing had just come out.  They were selling to doctors and medical groups.  New research and findings didn't have to wait three months to be published any longer.  Of a sudden, you could get that information in real time.  

A.I. ain't going away.  

I read an article today that said for old people's brains, screen time is a good thing--if it is the right kind.  I think my trying to dig into A.I. is probably "the right kind."

A.I. is Trumpstein paranoid, though, as is the country, I guess.  Or Trumpstein curious.  You know how I feel about the whole Trumpstein outrage.  Epstein was a horrible person, but those "victims" are far from being "heroes" any more than the prostitutes in your own hometown.  Now, some of them have their mothers standing behind them talking about the "terrible tragedy."  Why aren't they being charged?  If you had a fifteen year old daughter who was spending their time on Lolita Island, what would you do?  Plead ignorance?  These were not mother heroes.  Nobody speaks of the fathers.  I wonder why.  

Did you ever have to make a moral decision about what to do when you were fifteen?  How did you choose?  What did you decide?  I'm sure your decision was shaped by your environment, your familial values that you either accepted or denied.  Yes?  No?  

I had many.  

Now people are putting up memes about Trump blowing Bill Clinton.  Is that what they want to know?  Who is blowing whom?  Of course it is.  Just like the Diddy case.  Who was taking it up the butt was the real intrigue.  

"You know Obama was going to those parties.  Oprah was there, too." 

It's all fun and games until somebody gets their eye poked out.  

And still. . . how parents let their teenage daughters dress. . . what is the point of that?  

I'm just saying that our multiculture is pretty fucked up.  

Y'all voted for an admitted sexual predator who buddies up with dictators and tells the press that a lot of people didn't like the assassinated journalist and that shit happens.  So what's your take?  

I think I might have given the wrong impression about my "wealth" yesterday.  Let me give you a brief summary of my financial life.  If I were living at home, I could illustrate it pretty well with photos, but since I'm not, I'll have to stick with a summary narrative.  

I just wrote a long summary of my financial life that I then found too revealing and deleted.  Let me make it brief.  I was a "broke ass bitch" my entire life until the last few years of working at the factory.  I had lived a high life, but it was only by "charm" and not through finances.  When you are young, money isn't as important.  Fortunately, near the end of my life at the factory, I was making enough money to live as if I were making more without having ever built a reserve.  Still, I learned the relief one finds in never having to rely on living by credit.  When I retired, I was given money to leave the factory.  The house I bought appreciated greatly.  But I am still a hillbilly driving cheap cars and now, without nearly as much "charm," watching my kopeks with greater scrutiny than ever before.  I am still, however, one of the poorest people in town.  

But I have learned the difference between having something and having nothing.  I get the free cup of coffee sometimes now, if they don't look too hard at me.  

It was more fun living on my "charm." 

I slept late again this morning and my mother is frenetic, banging around, making a whole lotta noise, so I need to stop this and pay her attention.  I made a wonderful chicken, broccoli, and pasta in vodka sauce last night.  I cleaned the kitchen, but I still have a lot to put away before I make breakfast.  I didn't get to do much of anything yesterday as I had to take my mother around town to do some banking.  I learned much, however, mostly how very, very stupid I have been with my money.  I've been an unconscious idiot.  Lazy, I guess. 

O.K.  In the time of Trumpstein, I think this is an appropriate 1950's feminist tune.  What is the mystery now about why young white men are feeling so blue?