Essay Included in Read650 Event...

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posted Jun 25, 2017


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze On June 11, 2017, I read my essay “Declarations” to a packed crowd at Sarah Lawrence College, where Read650 was holding it’s public reading event, “From A to LGBTQ.” Thirteen writers were selected to be part of the event, described by Read650...

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Besotted Alpha Males At Parties...

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posted Dec 19, 2016


Recently, I observed a fascinating phenomenon at a holiday party.  By “holiday party” I mean of course any party taking place in the month of December which isn’t tied to some other justification, such as a birthday or retirement. At this particular holiday party, the majority of the guests were couples....

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My Twisted Brigadoon

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posted Nov 28, 2016


Is a dream that recurs worth repeating? In my dreams I bike or drive all over New York City. Through the Bronx, where I spent the first 7 years of my life, and around Manhattan, where I lived for a time and know the best of all the boroughs. Sometimes...

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The Crap I Think Of!! Idea #2,479: What If Our Computers Are Already Self-Aware?...

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posted Oct 2, 2016


Many great and respected thinkers, including Stephen Hawking (I mean, c’mon!), are concerned about the possibility, and perhaps even the inevitability, that computers will become so powerful, so fast at making connections, that they will one day become self-aware. When that day comes, they fear, we will be dealing...

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Offerings

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posted Sep 3, 2016


My dad had a love affair with the Native American people. Not that he ever involved himself in native communities or causes, tried to learn more about their culture by direct, intensive study, or even decried the decimation of that people and culture by the white European American settlers...

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Of Thee I Sing

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posted May 28, 2016


I recently realized that my lifetime struggles with singing mirror exactly my lifetime struggles with self-acceptance and self-expression. What a cliché. From the age of 5 or 6, singing was a source of joy, of wings for me. Apparently, my rendition at the age of 6 of My Favorite...

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