In June of 1977, my Mom and I took a trip to Halls, Tennessee. I was four years old and had been to Halls as an infant, but my mom’s parents had died just after I was born and she had little reason to visit in the interim. Her hands were full in Kansas City […]
I’ve spent the better part of the last six months asking the dumbest questions. By that, I mean I’ve been “prompt engineering” as the kids say. I’ve signed up for and tried any shiny new AI toy I could find. I’ve spent countless hours in Discord chats running synonyms and parameters through diffusion engines and […]
My name is R. Josh Quarles