She continued to draw and mime pumping iron, giggling to herself, delighted to have planted something in her homework that couldn’t be accounted for in the metric of correct or incorrect.
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She continued to draw and mime pumping iron, giggling to herself, delighted to have planted something in her homework that couldn’t be accounted for in the metric of correct or incorrect.
unique description
slap my self on the scale like a pair of pork chops again.
vivid description
for a piece of art to reach a pair of loving eyes.
vivid description
Automation isn’t forced upon us: we crave it, oblivion, thanks to the tech itself.
important and I agree
We’ve been cored like apples,
descriptive
tell you all this not because I think we should all be very concerned about artists, but because what happens to artists is happening to all of us.
unique perspective
ivilege few of us can afford, if it’s the algorithm we need to impress rather than book reviewers of old.
sound argument
y scale of worth had torn off, like a roof in a hurricane, replaced with an external one.
descriptive
They surprised me with a three-tiered cake matching my book cover, cradled on laps, from Toronto, through a five-hour traffic jam. In all the photos from that trip, I’m staring at my phone. I can hardly remember that summer.
lived experience
grew up a Catholic, a faithful, an anachronism to my friends.
unique experience
So I skated across parking lots, breezeways, and sidewalks, I listened to the vibration of my wheels on brick, I learned the names of flowers, I put deserted paths to use. I decided for myself each curve I took, and by the time I rolled home, I felt lighter.
vivid description
Every few hours, my face-pierced, gunk-haired co-workers would line up by my workstation,
vivid description
When I was twelve, I used to roller-skate in circles for hours. I was at another new school, the odd man out, bullied by my desk mate. My problems were too complex and modern to explain. So I skated across parking lots, breezeways, and sidewalks, I listened to the vibration of my wheels on brick, I learned the names of flowers, I put deserted paths to use. I decided for myself each curve I took, and by the time I rolled home, I felt lighter.
unique perspective
We are not giving away our value, as a puritanical grandparent might scold; we are giving away our facility to value.
The first part, "We are not giving away our value, as a puritanical grandparent might scold," references an older, more traditional way of thinking, where there’s a moral judgment against giving up something precious or valuable, perhaps implying a loss of integrity or moral standing.
The second part, "we are giving away our facility to value," means that instead of simply giving up our inherent value (our worth as people or what we possess), we are losing the ability or capacity to recognize, appreciate, or prioritize value in the right way. In other words, it’s not the value itself that’s lost, but our understanding or ability to discern what’s truly valuable.
So, the quote seems to be highlighting the idea that we might be diminishing our ability to properly value things in life, rather than giving away what is inherently valuable. It’s a warning that by not being careful with our attention and priorities, we might lose our capacity to appreciate what matters most.
I can still picture her in green protective knee pads, flying past.
use of vivid descriptive words
But the ability to understand emotions, a component of emotional intelligence, explains about 12% of differences in students’ grades.
Development of a sound argument