Musings, observations, lamentations, exhortations, rants, raves, political perturbations, and odious cultural ennui tempered with copious amounts of Johnny Walker wisdom,* based not on AI but on actual I, and my proprietary blend of non-GMO life experience, gluten-free observational skills, and NGO analytical acumen as I bounce around the pinball machine of life.
I went to the local AT&T store to buy a new phone. Upon entry I was greeted—in Spanish—by one of the several employees, all of whom looked to be Hispanic. This was not a unique event. A few months back the doorbell rang. When I opened the door the person standing there was soliciting for something and began talking to me in Spanish.
