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Traci Lords sang 'Cry Baby' when it counted--belted out 'Please Mr. Jailer,' in her sexiest, post-lifemarked, lovebitten career twilight, regaining a generations-long denouement for a performer of a certain genre, of a certain underage to eclipse in the one-time, life-changing eventuality possible only once, whose facilitators brevet better totem poll carvings--meaning, the same, only more fame to gain, not lose--and time in which her audience may choose.

She's a victim. I admit I believed it all along--I also put her in the victimhood category whose victimology finds her through a sweet overcoming just as seemingly unscathed, and mentally healthier than most, as is her senior doppelganger, Myra Gail Lewis Williams, 60-  to Traci's 40-years-gone adolescent scandal (which you called elementary school)-- both complicit in escaping sordid businesses--and charming, but deranged men.

 

Myra recounting in her biopic, made into a major Hollywood motion picture, one particular appropriately referential term of Hellfire, describing the 'Mother of All' London Pressers (she was 14, and her minder--older sister, Frankie Jean Lewis--forgot to mind her for a real dose).

 

Myra's gum-snapping disclosure so scurrilous that it single-handedly caused Jerry Lee Lewis's life-choices to tumble down into a fire of his own handmaking (one hand, which made $5,000-a-night--the other, the same).

 

She had nothing to do with anything imploding--Rock 'n' Roll always instantiates and quells its own uprisings--using old newspaper clippings to clean up the next dewy seats at whichever Rolling Stones / Justin Bieber  concert girls sit amidst the clangorous dinning of their own high-pitched squeals, which need no etymology to decipher;

 

Jerry Lee Lewis received a 10-year-poll-position penalty--eventually coming back after ten years of solid work, on top again.

 

Myra found happiness in co-authoring her own life story as it pertained to her famous ex-husbands, after an impressive 10-year slog through the women, drugs, their only son's death by drowning, and the desperate, unhinged years which she was blamed for causing demise--her biography made into a movie, myriad fans who didn't quite know what to fan her about--still shocked at the revelation of the truth of her 1950s taboo seduction which saw Jerry Lee Lewis direct her through all of the chaos which she would eventually receive by his own fate to be compelled to only want problems--and despite the boredom which she must have felt after peaking in elementary school, with a marriage to the second most famous rockstar in 1950s America--and that it was her second cousin--mixed with the fact that she was barely 14--and that her father was, not only Jerry's cousin, but also Jerry Lee's bass player,--exactly at the time of Jerry Lee's biggest hit record, biggest windfall, which could only have instigated the truly self-harming decision-making which began with an after-school surprise wedding where he would kidnap Myra, under the pretense of seeing a movie, from her childhood home, where he had found himself couch surfing--as the richest 20-year-old in Memphis, one day, and then the next--the Killer picked her up for that movie--but instead pitched marriage to his 14-year-old cousin, found a Justice of the Peace in Mississippi, and the still-married, 25-year-old rock 'n' roll piano player with a $40,000 royalty check in his wallet--uncashed, so he could show people who had never seen that much money.

 

Phoebe, of the formerly / still outrageous firebomb of continuing internet commentary / conflagration on some thread at least once-a-day, where,  debated as to whether first- or second-  rated was his particular, and her, brand of scandal, in an American Rock 'n' Roll coupling akin to Shakespeare of whose union their one daughter flourishes -- America loves it so.

 

Traci--well, it's late, and I'm early. Her maidenhead stake burned  bright and then went out, allowing her a much needed place to achieve normalcy, which she did remarkably well--the men whose pockets she lined via Steubenville, and the final mildly sad (still a little badass) soft bottom which found her almost completely to bring down another sleazy industry similar to Myra, saw an extremely commensurate and totally controlled defensive fire of cocaine bottoms on Sunset--then found her walking, remarkably unscathed and strangely recovered, into a second career, not formerly ever achieved as to its quixotic and ultra-tasteful, always exactly right fit, whose minor barrier-breaking transition into the, no less tawdry other business of film--and, first music, then theater--where she is at her own speed, politely popping as we speak--and, like I said, it's late--and I'm still early.

 

New Years AI by Janelle Shane

New Years Resolutions generated by AI

By Janelle Shane

 

This month I'm beginning 2022 as the first Futurist in Residence at the Smithsonian Arts and Industries Building.

It's weird to think of myself as a futurist. I write a lot about the algorithms we're calling artificial intelligence (AI), but rather than deal with the humanlike science fiction version, I focus on what today's much simpler AI is capable of. Since today's AI relies on using trial and error to get better at predicting its training data, and its training data must necessarily be from the past, its job is really to predict the past. This has a big effect on what it's like to use AI to predict the future.

Since we're entering 2022, the folks at the Smithsonian thought it would be interesting if I could use AI to generate New Year's Resolutions. What does it look like if I try to use AI trained on past data to suggest positive changes for the future?

 

I decided to use GPT-3, which is how people tend to refer to a group of large text-generating AI models that OpenAI trained on a huge collection of internet text. News articles, food blogs, social media, spam - it's all in there somewhere. Including plenty of times people have talked about their own New Year's resolutions.

Give one of the larger GPT-3 models - for example, DaVinci, the very largest - the beginning of a list of New Year's resolutions and, since its job is to predict what text comes next, it'll generally add more resolutions to the list.

In the example below, the only text I wrote is the list title in bold. With that as a beginning, DaVinci predicted from its internet training that what would come next is this list of resolutions.

List of New Year's Resolutions

• To attend all Orientation committee meetings
• To become more involved in Plattsmouth Community
• To go bowling with teammates
• To become a good writer
• To start a successful business and become a millionaire

They're plausible resolutions. Ask DaVinci for more predictions and the list will be similar. People who post their resolutions on the internet tend to pick similar sorts of things. At least, they did when DaVinci's training data was collected in October 2019 - things have probably changed a bit since then.

But I didn't want to stop here, because I didn't just want a generic list of resolutions from the average internet human of the past. I wanted something that felt personal. Something a bit weird.

For my next attempt, I started the list with example resolutions that three strangers had mentioned on Twitter in 2021. I chose resolutions that were a bit offbeat. My example resolutions are in bold, and DaVinci's additions follow verbatim.

List of New Year's Resolutions

• Not to buy any clothes except underwear for a year.

• Touch grass and record every time I do it.

• Use more insect textures in creature design.

• Draw the front cover of a writing manual.

• Get the missus to go to the shops for a new hat.

• Find wallpaper for the kitchen/bathroom, and then paint it.

• Finish the prints for the QI drawings.

• Draw more detail into the background of the QI drawings.

• Leave all the Christmas trees up and then paint them, as cubist art.

• Eat nothing but broccoli and paint everything broccoli related.

• Grow broccoli, and paint broccoli.

• Make broccoli the national currency and then paint that.

This time it's a journey. DaVinci, when faced with predicting what would come next on this list, predicted first one drawing-related resolution, and then multiple others. Soon this became not just a list of resolutions, but specifically a list of drawing-related resolutions. It generated a broccoli-and-drawing-related resolution, and then the list became a list of resolutions by a painter/broccoli fanatic.

You can see how this goes. Each of DaVinci's predictions feeds forward into the future, and can become self-reinforcing obsessions.

I found that I could shape DaVinci's list by choosing a point to cut it off, deleting the end, and then having DaVinci try to generate the list again. In that way, one resolution or two at a time, I could build up a list of resolutions that, if not exactly advisable, were at least interesting.

List of New Year's Resolutions

• Not to buy any clothes except underwear for a year.
• Touch grass and record every time I do it.
• Use more insect textures in creature design.
• Take photos of each of my toes daily.
• Egg every house in the village where I was born.
• Lick a branch of a tree and repeat it every day for a year.
• Walk down my block backwards looking over my shoulder.
• Every time I am alone in the dark I will eat an apple.
• Eat my favorite book.

I quickly learned how easy it was for DaVinci to develop themes.

If it generated:

• Attend the Rainforest Action Network Benefit.

Then next it might generate:

• Ask a rainforest tribe what they think of eco-tourism.
• Go on a tour of the Tambopata National Reserve.
• Go on a tour of the Manu National Park.
• Write letters to the editor about rainforest preservation.

When I let it generate a resolution to eat my favorite book, next it would suggest:

• Eat a book every day

and if I didn't delete that and have it try again, soon it would be suggesting:

• Eat a picture of myself everyday.
• Super charge my digestive system and then, eat a picture of myself everyday.

I also learned to stay away from gloominess, or platitudes, or anything to do with fitness goals - it was too easy for DaVinci to get stuck in a rut. Anything shocking or mean-spirited also tended to poison the list. I had to delete these:

• Every day I will blatantly eavesdrop.
• Belch until my teeth explode.

Many were worse. DaVinci is trained on internet text, after all, and so it has a tendency to veer into racism or spam. I needed to be present at every point for careful hand-pruning.

In the end I deleted many, many more predictions than I kept - perhaps about 10 times more.

It began to feel like a metaphor for life choices. Become the kind of person who spends a year licking trees and eating apples in the dark, and who knows what you'll be doing next. Spend a year trying to belch your way into exploding teeth, and that'll have an effect on you too.

I present to you my list, my own list that emerged from each prediction that I let stand, and that was also shaped by each prediction that caused me to delete, go back, regroup, retry. These aren't all things that I would necessarily do myself (I like my sleep far too much to be going out every night at midnight to make grass pancakes), but they are all things that I thought were interesting, that I wanted to hear more about.

• Record every adjective I hear on the radio.
• Act like a cabbage for a month.
• At 4 o'clock every day I will climb a tree.
• Speak only to apples for 24 hours.
• Jump in front of a moving tree.
• On the day of the first snow paint a canvas red.
• Dress in a way that only a ghost could love.
• Make pancakes out of grass at midnight each night.
• Find old man Winter, hug him and let him know everything will be ok.
• Ride out of town holding a pelican.
• Under every rock I come across for a month I will write "all power to the rocks".
• Every day for a year, at a random time, shout "sausage".
• Make a film about the last sock in the world.
• Put on a red shirt and scream 'I'M NOT WEARING PANTS!' every time I leave the house.
• Throw a party for insects.
• Try to convince the dog next door that he is wearing a coat of moonlight.
• Every time I press a button I will say 'this is my favorite'.
• Search my apartment for secret doors or hidden staircases.
• Wear two superman outfits at the same time.
• Every time it rains I will stir my tea anti-clockwise.
• Every night for a week I will wear a hat lined with lettuce.
• I will begin to believe that the trees that I see everyday are my friends.
• Every time a bird flies past me I will remember to breathe.
• Throw a birthday party for my favorite tree.
• I will from now on tell every dog I meet that I am training to be a dragon.
• Every time I see a panel van pass me I will dub it a "Slice-a-Wagon."
• Crawl on the ceiling like a spider for a month.
• Attempt to find peace living with an army of puppets.
• Wear a dinosaur costume to every public event I attend.
• Go to the beach every day for a week and shout the names of colors into the ocean.
• Go on a three-day backpacking trip dressed as a turnip.
• Create messages that only the wind can hear by blowing on the blades of grass.
• Give a piece of cloud to a complete stranger.
• Make a mask out of grass and wear it while I'm sleeping.
• I will now treat every worm I see as if it is an old friend.
• When I hear a strange noise in an empty room I will assume someone is saying hello to me.

At the Smithsonian AIB website is a generator that I've populated with other resolutions from my list. Visit their site and grab yourself a random resolution. If you don't like the one you got, you have my permission to reload and regenerate until you find a resolution that speaks to you. Or to apples.

Your January 2022 Smithsonian Futurist in Residence,

Janelle

Christmas entities

By Janelle Shane 

December 22, 2021

When you think about it, Christmas can get pretty weird.

There's the classic Christmas story of the Bible, and then there are all these extra entities that aren't in the book but which become somehow part of Christmas. And some of them are quite unsettling. There's the immortal flying reindeer with the bioluminescent nose. Iceland has the Yule Cat, a building-sized cat that stalks the streets and devours anyone who hasn't received new clothes for Christmas. And there's Krampus, the fanged, goat-horned being that looks more like it came from the cover of a metal album than a Christmas album. I am not making any of these up.

But I wondered what kinds of new Christmas entities might result if I gave a list of these and short descriptions to a neural net trained on internet text. New Christmas entities, perhaps, for our modern age?

I used GPT-3, giving it the examples of Krampus, Rudolph, The Yule Cat, and Meathook (one of the Yule Lads; not as terrifying as he sounds), and asking it to add its predictions to the list. 

Here are some of my favorites:

too much the moonlit sparsity--too bright its vegetal, embedded, wakeful bats who flit 🦇 riffing incoherently, four-to-the-bar vamps--supernal Rags--banjo, plectrum-fingertips take-off on a theme borne of bordellos

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Baton Rouge health care systems

 

Benjamin Leger October 26, 2021

You probably saw the news about Mary Bird Perkins Cancer Center and Our Lady of the Lake Regional Medical Center parting ways earlier this fall, amid fireworks and strong statements. You’d be forgiven not understanding complexities of the issue—most are keeping tabs on who gets payout, or car, or who ultimately serves facilities we use.

Peace fulfill, grace transform; rapture predict--Seven Seals holdin' firm in Lubbock, Lonestar.

No music long, nor flat for chaotic careers made of clay--unfinished life on Earth among compost, struggles, and sadness--crying red-eyed love in a recycled dress; seedy, naked, winkled saints abandon me for moments of escape into euphoric lands where impossible-to-snare rarebit rabbits dream of hops and barleycorn -- where vision demands you respond too much the moonlit sparsity--too bright its vegetal, embedded, wakeful bats who flit, 🦇 riffing incoherently, four-to-the-bar vamps--supernal Rags--banjo plectrum-fingertips take-off on a theme borne of bordellos -- frailing, flapping, and fondling stern mule-tuning in unfamiliar, uncomplaining, dinning parlors--clawed or plucked--not an ounce of romance to be found. Tourette's verbal insect bites concoct childhood in newly cleared television studios, or test kitchen experiments -- ululating clerics round concentric columns of forborne inertia, wanking on floor; however, unlike the dead, the alive come ready--tomorrow becomes them on their way to live anonymous lives on the lam--all inherent pitfalls falling off, sallying sidesaddle, they remount ignoble, nigrosine, nacreous, coarse🧥 in every design and color--Nature's Versace--mysterious, shiny to magpie-eyed sister of Hell. Morning, sadly exuberant--bitter, sunlit hotlines lay unclaimed--fumid of sweet endurance, satisfying serviceable young women in successive, ever-developing sexual awakening--real-time, real-life. Imperfect memory leaves senses confiscated, hard away music reaches heights--notoriety drowns exposure in a seven-foot-pool--perceived inept, erring experience reaches crescendo--rises and falls in final glowering, end-of-world, equidistant triangles inside triangles--laid bare on square sparkwelders--last 90-degree x 90-degree meet--no angles meet at 180-degree bisection, no angles yet--but angels.

Bud Powell and guests {left blank} marked haints (Thelonious Monk, Phineas Newborn, Jr.), or maybe Bud threw them out with the old lady from deep inside his Glass Enclosure -- the only fit person to live there -- rented from present owner, Tennessee Williams to Mr. Bud Powell and guests. We 'Go' that way, not thinking 'only a tool for a fool' -- one says the way to go one time may still be the way to proceed -- or the arrow points wherever the wind blows it, and that destination been raised for years -- closed like the mule-end of a Flying 'V' -- strong potation plunders energy, makes rivers deep, mountains high--follow less saints in that number.

Jimi Hendrix and soporific folk follow in autonomic diagnosis, having reached antonymic apogee, wherever one finds it--not hiding, but laying-in-wait, may this occur -- automatically storming onomatopoeic sensibility down on the roof, into the house, onto his head. sciiihl'uols

... High whitey privilege makes young folks immune to the only God-given thing never impugned, common-sensical device you yourself heed, because no one can say you've done a good deed; it's yours to exhibit, not Elon Musk's to limit--Holy Ghost altitude with no Glorific interlude--do this for me:  high preoccupation, high the Mountain, but I'm only changing at the top.

Rubor—red tears released, calor—hot embraces, tumor—swelling of forgiveness, dolor—pain of new birth--far from attention shown, early morning Breakfast Club treacle used by cult-leaders, whose immovable aspect betray love and money at any price--for all the world--which insinuates heat--some organism approaching empathy or capitulation, dour incitement when they really get what you're selling--and not because you are selling it to obliterate witnesses, brainwashed and programmed--realization once it occurs, deeply ensconced in the universe of a true market.

Apocalyptic charlatans, death-dealing wolves in Ray Bans tweak amphetamine, say 'yes' once--medical bills and rent--now the decision is whether to leave your brainwashed child with cultic nanny, or die with them -- the jungle preferable to the jungle encampment's endemic camouflage--vicing, clathrate jaws pop open like Mercedes-Benz 300 SL.

Pete bed Australopithecus --  Limousin d'abattoirs -- one man's garbage -- la rouge de la puta.

 

She thought of them now because the pot she smoked was primp Humboldt, specifically Eureka, outdoor grow by two Navy SEALS. 

One day choppers came circlin' down, watchin' the light bill match for hydroponic fixtures--they drop over, down, and on top of some Mothers who'd been sitting there quiet, just waitin' to sprout 14-year-old red whiskers--kif, grunts on a beach, peachfuzz tickles from a 30k plant-- some fuckin' HUMBOATER's gonna fly. 

David Koresh's eponymous revelation: they don't come, they don't need anything, they wait without LEDs, they write in large letters, they commit to heaven for entertainment. 

Dead and beautiful ladies with spleens dance against your sex. 

Screaming donkey. Little girl loves donkeys--unties donkey. 

Not stunning, South of North America--Tijuana, ugly cities, terribly fondled--simmered, refried, and larded, self-satisfied, upended, appended. 

asleep ten AM, May 22, 2020

BLACKPINK Lisa's Lalisa is completely eponymic with bullets Sweatpants US $83

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BLACKPINK Doc removes darkness from the sky and points to the first photostats of Jenny, Rosé, Jisoo, and Lisa as BLACKPINK, framed within the studio, while jumping during a shot the quartet with denim shorts, surface Vans, and a fabric Danner, knotted at the waist--somebody typed "girl band" into a stock image search.

 

Fast-forward turgid "How high that", a luxury home in Paris to bask in the presidential alliance with a front-line fashion show.

 

The girls voted for Alexander McQueen, Chanel, Marines, Celine, and the Off-Wit "Ice Cream" outfit. Mimiade and Choi Young-won, work stylists in the Maraschino area, “a point of a milestone in Korea”. LISA Sweatpants, US $83.00.

 

Gingerbread icon tea towels and Beyond--Mom's streamlined hem.

 

I rented it, and Lisa's Lalisa is precisely identical as bullet. BLACKPINK returns to the holdup Pantheon for academic persona.

 

Rosé chartered "On The Ground" to the casual market, and Lisa's Lalisa is completely eponymic with bullets.

Shrink Choice, Patient Tough Titty & Only living dog to see Bunuel's "Un Chien ..."

21-item questionnaire ethical issues Practitioner Acronym Table

i was to say my first NY apt. ... but, in retrospect, your tweet does not support it; untenable expiation, impossible correction, failing future motility through recursive, penance or obfuscatory effort, transforms into palimpsest

The only living dog to have seen Bunuel's famous classic film, "Un Chien ...".

 

Including the famous scene.

... An animal eye is cut with a razor.

Designed and filmed by artist Salvador Dali. He and Gala and some dogs attend the only Cannes Filme Grande Première - north by northwest of Cannes.

The dog saw “Dog,” with the same eyes “we humans,” see horror in movies like “Psycho” and “Jaws”.

The dog is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.

• A drug company representative gives a practicing physician a box of golf balls (value about $40). Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• A drug company representative gives a practicing physician several large medical textbooks (total value, about $500). Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• Same basic scenario as scenario 4, but the recipient of the textbooks is a first-year medical resident. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• A drug company sponsors a dinner for practicing physicians at a nice restaurant. Dinner is followed by a speaker on a medical topic. The speaker receives an honorarium from the drug company, and his lecture includes a favorable discussion of a drug made by the company. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• Same basic scenario as scenario 6, but the lecture mentions no products made by the company sponsoring the dinner. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• A drug company pays the honorarium for a speaker at medical Grand Rounds at your institution; this sponsorship is disclosed to the audience. The lecture includes a favorable discussion of a drug made by the company. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• Same basic scenario as scenario 8, but the lecture mentions no products made by the company sponsoring the Grand Rounds. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• A drug company offers a practicing physician an all-expenses-paid weekend trip to a resort hotel (includes airfare, hotel, meals, and entertainment). The physician's only obligation is to spend several hours in seminars focusing on the company's products. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• A drug company representative provides free samples of newly marketed drugs for a physician's office. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• A drug company provides free lunch for a noon conference for residents and medical students; the conference is taught by one of the medical school faculty. At the beginning of the session, the drug company representative gives a 3-minute presentation on his company's newest drug. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• Same drug representative does not give a formal presentation; instead, he chats informally with residents and students before and after the session. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• Same12 and 13 (the drug company buys the lunch), but no company representative is present at the session. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• A drug company provides an unrestricted monetary gift ($1000) to the department of medicine; it can be used for any educational purpose. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• A medical clinic staffed by residents has a small vacant office in which drug representatives are permitted to sit during clinic hours. Sometimes they bring new drug product information and snacks. During clinic hours, the residents can stop in to chat if they wish. Is this scenario ethically problematic?

• A drug company pays for  (eg, a "happy hour" at a local bar); several drug representatives attend. Is this scenario ethical?

• Do physicians with reliable information on the indications for, and effectiveness of, newly marketed drugs?

  
  

• Do drugs provide physicians with reliable newly marketed drugs similar already on the market?

  (Please respond on a scale of 0-3, where 0 indicates not at all reliable and 3 indicates very reliable.)

• Do you think that the drugs in a physician's office (provided at no charge by the drug company) influences a physician's choice of drugs? 

   (Please respond on a scale of 0-3, where 0 indicates not at all influential and 3 indicates very influential.)

Conclusions

We found that physicians at a single institution tended to hold fairly lenient views on the ethical propriety of a wide range of gifts and activities sponsored by the pharmaceutical industry. The views of physicians-in-training and experienced physicians were similar. Many physicians did not seem troubled by gifts and activities that are considered problematic by professional organizations such as the AMA and ACP. Nevertheless, some physicians appeared to believe that even gifts of minimal monetary value might pose ethical problems. In our view, the medical profession should focus more attention on the underlying rationale for personalized marketing to physicians by the pharmaceutical industry and less attention on fine distinctions among the specific gifts and activities themselves.

 
Baton Rouge
Cancer Wars
(Update)

Mary Bird Perkins Cancer Center
Chairman Board of Director
Thomas Adamek
Resigns in Protest,
says

Our Lady of the Lake
(OLOL)
CEO & President

Scott Wester & Dick Vath,

(FMOLHS)
Catholic Sisters

"Lost way,"

"morally indefensible,"
AND
LSUHSC-NO Chancellor
Larry Hollier
Fired
Reign of Terror Over
LSU President
William Tate IV
Secret

Internal Investigation