Dear Readers, Yesterday, I made the common mistake of hitting "publish" before I'd actually finalized a rather sensitive post (a vignette examining a unique and serious job). If you received this post in email format and have already read it, thank you for your readership; however, please note that this post is not yet ready…
Musician vs. Machine
The night breeze whispered through the trees, shuffling their crisp leaves and making them buzz like radio static. It was an unusually beautiful autumn day, but then again, it was January. Always several steps ahead in politics, technology, and accepted morality, Los Angeles remained ever a few months behind when it came to seasons. But…
