Hawaii

One year ago today, in the middle of the night, I bolted upright in bed, irritated by unspecified movement in my hair and on my head. The harsh light was on, never turned off that night so the little parasites were caught in the act. Scratching and rubbing my face and head caused a cascade of fat little fellows, filled with my blood, right down my forehead, eyebrows, nose and chin, my face: a new bedbug freeway. These fat vampires made a plip sound as they hit the sheets in my lap and

I realized what was happening. I remember being disconnected from it enough to feel proud of my bravery. I was being feasted on by tiny, newly moribund creatures and my screams were not shrill and fearful but barking bold expletives as though they would be humiliated by my words. I was frozen in place reaching for bugs on my lap sheet and howling as I popped them, hopeful that my son would soon see this courageous slaughter. And he was there quite quickly I might add, up the stairs, thump thump thump, skipping stairs, he appeared. Before he realized what was happening he shouted in the tired, annoyed tone that sons reserve for their mothers who they feel often exaggerate.

"My god Mom. What the hell are you doing up here?"

Once he saw the bugs, he quickly changed to a hero, helping me out of the nightmare.

Sarah, downstairs served as the calm director of bedbug debacle, in a low voice never leaving the downstairs bedroom, she reined in the rodeo and managed to soothe the household, although I think we all slept with one eye open after that.

In retrospect, I remember when Kevin left that evening to pick Sarah up, I was reluctant to be alone (which is not generally problematic for me). In fact, I left the light on when retiring and I had to force myself to lay down and even then I felt like I could hardly stand to put my head down it just felt so wrong in there, so dusty.

And yet... everything was clean on the surface. It just seemed like no one had been there for so long like it was a dusty old attic.

But I will never forget that smell. And although I quickly deleted the pictures I took, every once in a while, my Google seems to have a sense of humor when it sends me: 'Memories of Hawaii' and one picture of an especially fat bedbug, newly popped.

The picture is not all bad. Although a grotesque misadventure, it reminds me of a photo a big game hunter might frame of the rhinoceros he bested in an African safari.

Throughout the vacation and the next few weeks we remained ever vigilant, washing and tossing anything we thought the bedbugs may have hitched a ride on, and thankfully, we came out clean. The beach house we were transferred to, at no cost, was the greatest gift of all.

Did you ever get a great upgrade you paid dearly for?

At the Best Beach House ever, Sarah took this picture of the only creature with whom we connected as closely as the bugs. He wandered amiably around the neighborhood, jogging with Sarah when he could.

AI, The seventh Trait of Writing?

Purpose

Information

Organization

Sentence structure

Word choice

Voice

AI integration/incorporation

Conventions THIS ONE IS NO LONGER NECESSARY, IT SHOULD NOT BE AN ISSUE. Test conventions elsewhere in the curriculum

I think that in order to help students master ethical use of ai we have to define ethical use. How can students ethically use ai to master writing skills? Editing? Definitely. Students should edit work using AI to the extent that it is no longer an issue.

What age is this we are entering?

If you are an Online English teacher right now, you might notice that the sonnets being submitted by students are getting quite sophisticated! The ai detector says no ai, the plagiarism detector says no plagiarism, and yet, they are perfect. It’s hard not to be delighted about that, even though it’s confusing. In my last blog I was clear that Chatgpt is getting better at them. Maybe we Imagine Learning’s curriculum is just getting that much better at teaching sonnets?

Are we going into a “digital revolution” in education? I asked Chatgpt that question here:

You

help me come up with a name for the 'age' we are entering now in human society where suddenly student work improves overnight because of technology.

ChatGPT

Certainly! To encapsulate the era where advancements in technology have rapidly improved student work and learning experiences, you might consider a few catchy names:

1. The Digital Renaissance: Signifying a rebirth or transformation in education due to technological advancements.

2. The Cyber-Enlightenment: Highlighting the enlightenment or awakening brought by technological tools and resources.

3. The Tech Revolution: Referring to the rapid and transformative changes occurring in education due to technological innovations.

4. The Knowledge Tech-Up: Reflecting the sudden improvement in student work and learning as a result of technology integration.

5. The Virtual Evolution: Indicating the evolution or progression of education through virtual tools and resources.

Feel free to mix and match or tweak these suggestions to better suit the specific context or feeling you want to convey about this transformative era in education.

Hmm. What do you think? Digital Edulution? Turns out someone already thought of that: https://www.edulution.org/

Ai has learned to write a sonnet!

Nine months ago, in April, 2023, I wanted to know what Chatgpt could do, so I tried to get it to write a sonnet. Today, a colleague wondered how Chatgpt would respond to that same prompt today.

Here's the follow up on chat gpt's sonnet writing abilitites. As you can see by the first part,  Chat gpt still has some limitations, but wow it has become quite the eloquent writer and I am going to take credit for that. :)

You
can you find the chat we had titled about a sonnet titled Ode to my pontiac
ChatGPT
I don't have the capability to recall past interactions or conversations, including specific chat titles or content. Each session is stateless and doesn't retain information about previous interactions for privacy and security reasons. If you have a question or topic you'd like assistance with, feel free to let me know, and I'll do my best to help!

You
how can I search the chat?
ChatGPT
I'm sorry for any confusion, but as of my last update in January 2022, there isn't a specific search feature for past interactions with this model. Each session is stateless, meaning it doesn't retain information about previous conversations for privacy reasons.
If you're looking for specific information, you might need to rephrase your question or provide additional context, and I'll do my best to assist you based on the information you provide. If you're seeking information about "Ode to my Pontiac," you could ask specific questions related to the sonnet, and I'll try to help with the information I have up to my last update in January 2022.You
I can see the chats on the left hand side of my screen.
ChatGPT
I apologize for any confusion. If you have a feature on your interface that allows you to see past interactions or chats on the left-hand side of your screen, that feature is specific to the platform or application you are using to interact with this model. I don't have visibility into the user interface or any features outside of the text input and output.
If your interface has a search function, you can try using it to find a specific chat titled "Ode to my Pontiac." Alternatively, you can provide details or ask questions related to the sonnet, and I'll do my best to assist you with the information I have.
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You
I wrote a blog on
rayclconversations.org  titled Ode to my Pontiac Vibe, in April 2023. Can you access that?
ChatGPT
I don't have the ability to access external websites, databases, or specific articles, including those on
rayclconversations.org
 or any other site. My training data includes information up until January 2022, and I can provide general information and answer questions based on that knowledge.
If you have specific questions about your blog post or if there's anything you'd like to discuss or inquire about related to the content, feel free to share details or ask questions here, and I'll do my best to assist you within the scope of my training data.You
ok, well this next question is a follow up to that. Can you write a sonnet about how much nicer my lexxus is, compared to the pontiac I traded it for?
ChatGPT
Certainly! Here's a sonnet comparing the virtues of your Lexus to the Pontiac you traded it for:
In garages adorned with tales of trade,
A Pontiac once graced, a choice well made.
Its faithful service, memories embrace,
Yet Lexus beckons, a refined grace.
Through miles, the Pontiac a loyal steed,
Its engine roared, a trusted need.
But now, a Lexus, sleek in design,
A symphony of luxury, so fine.
The Pontiac's heart, a sturdy beat,
Yet Lexus whispers, a comfort seat.
On roads of life, the Pontiac danced,
Now Lexus glides, with elegance advanced.
In traded echoes, memories persist,
Lexus, a journey in opulence kissed.

You
This is MUCH better than the last one you wrote.  The meter is almost perfect iambic pentameter; however, the rhyme scheme is aa bb cc dd ee ff gg.  Can you change the rhyme scheme to abab, etc?
ChatGPT
Certainly! Here's the revised sonnet with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme:
In garages adorned with tales of trade (A)
A Pontiac once graced, a choice well made (B)
Its faithful service, memories embrace (A)
Yet Lexus beckons, a refined grace (B)
Through miles, the Pontiac a loyal steed (C)
Its engine roared, a trusted need (D)
But now, a Lexus, sleek in design (C)
A symphony of luxury, so fine (D)
The Pontiac's heart, a sturdy beat (E)
Yet Lexus whispers, a comfort seat (F)
On roads of life, the Pontiac danced (E)
Now Lexus glides, with elegance advanced (F)
In traded echoes, memories persist (G)
Lexus, a journey in opulence kissed (G)

You
excellent! Now, please include the fact that I prefer the color of the pontiac, it was a lovely silver while the lexus is a weird gold color.

ChatGPT
Certainly! Here's the revised sonnet with the added preference for the color of the Pontiac:
In garages adorned with tales of trade (A)
A Pontiac once graced, a choice well made (B)
Its faithful service, memories embrace (A)
Yet Lexus beckons, a refined grace (B)
Through miles, the Pontiac a loyal steed (C)
Its engine roared, a trusted need (D)
But now, a Lexus, sleek in design (C)
A symphony of luxury, so fine (D)
The Pontiac's heart, a sturdy beat (E)
Yet Lexus whispers, a comfort seat (F)
On roads of life, the Pontiac danced (E)
Now Lexus glides, with elegance advanced (F)
In silver tones, the Pontiac shone bright (G)
A lovely hue, a reflective light (H)
Yet Lexus gleams in a strange gold sheen (G)
A color bold, perhaps an acquired sheen (H)
In traded echoes, memories persist (I)
Lexus, a journey in opulence kissed (I)

You
omg that was clever!
ChatGPT
I'm glad you enjoyed it! If you have any more requests, questions, or if there's anything else I can help you with, feel free to let me know. I'm here to assist!

You
You have come so far since you first struggled to write a sonnet for me about my Pontiac.

ChatGPT
Thank you for your kind words! I'm here to learn and improve, and I'm glad to hear that you've noticed progress. If you have any more requests or if there's anything else I can assist you with, feel free to let me know. I'm here to help!

You
Also, I'm a good teacher.

ChatGPT
I'm glad to hear that you feel confident in your teaching abilities! If there's anything specific you'd like to discuss or if you have questions related to teaching or any other topic, feel free to share, and I'll do my best to assist you.

You
hahahha
ChatGPT
I'm glad I brought a smile to your face! If there's anything else you'd like to chat about or inquire about, feel free to let me know. I'm here to help or just have a friendly conversation!

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You

But I have to ask: I've noticed that my students in online classes have suddenly become very adept at writing sonnets, which is not really realistic. Suddenly I have shakespearesque sonnets being turned in. They don't come up as ai though nor are the plagiarized. Can you explain what might be happening?

ChatGPT

It's interesting that your students have shown significant improvement in writing sonnets seemingly out of the blue. There could be a few potential reasons for this:

1. Practice and Inspiration: Perhaps your teaching methods, guidance, or the materials provided have sparked creativity and interest in sonnet writing among your students. Continuous practice, exposure to quality examples, and encouragement might have resulted in their improved skills.

2. External Learning Resources: They might have accessed external resources, like online tutorials, workshops, or educational platforms, to enhance their understanding of sonnet writing. There are various resources available that offer guidance and tips on writing different forms of poetry.

3. Collaborative Learning or Peer Influence: Students might be learning from each other, sharing insights, and collectively improving their skills. If they're discussing and collaborating on writing, it could contribute to their enhanced understanding and ability.

4. Increased Interest and Engagement: Sometimes, a sudden increase in interest in a subject can lead to rapid skill development. If students have found a newfound interest in poetry or specifically in sonnets, they might have dedicated more time and effort to improve their writing.

5. Natural Skill Development: Some individuals may have a natural inclination or talent for writing poetry, and given the right environment or inspiration, they might quickly excel in it.

It's essential to encourage and guide their growth while ensuring that they're still learning and understanding the fundamentals of poetry and sonnet writing. If you have concerns about sudden improvements or suspect any issues related to their work, discussing these observations with them or monitoring their progress might provide more insight into the situation.

Points to ponder??? Anyone?

Dear Federal Loan Department: What is public service?

Dignity. Gratitude. Public Loan Forgiveness Program thanked me for my service today July 10, 2023. They didn’t mention the 45 extra payments I made, but I don’t care. I am grateful.

PS. 6 months later I recieved a letter saying the opposite of this. My loan is still unpaid even though I have fulfilled the requirements of Obama’s deal.

4/11/2024

Dear President Biden

The Federal Loan Department has not counted my payments correctly.

In July, 2023, I received the letter of congratulations and a refund from Mohela. In fact, not only had I fulfilled the 120 months, but I had overpaid. They issued a refund for the overpayment.

Recently, I received a letter from the Federal Loan Department saying that they were very sorry but I have not yet fulfilled the requirements.

Please consider actively helping me with this issue.

Here is the issue:

Overall, I have been actively teaching as a Washington Certified ELA instructor for 26 years and I am 60 years old and single. I have fulfilled the requirements of the 2008 Obama Deal which was 120 payments while in public service.

I worked for 20 years in brick and mortar, then was unable to continue, due to health concerns. Fortunately, I had made a deal with Obama in 2008 and by 2018 I had fully paid this off, but my loan had changed hands and somehow they lost track of me. I would like to repeat this: I paid this off.

Since 2018, I have taught full-time for 6 years online, for a company called Imagine Learning. Online, I am paid 1/2 as much and I work with the same public school kids, and more. In this job, I am required to keep my teaching certification updated, and in fact I have completed the requirements to be a certified teacher in CA as well, which has meant 6 or 7 tests, including an ELL component. I am serving more students than ever. In fact I usually have about 260 students at one time, with no summer break. I'm fine with all that because it allows me to work with students from home.

To repeat, I am 60 years old now and have retired from the TRS2 system. This helps me survive but I am not able to walk back into the brick and mortar setting, much less work there.

Please help me with this. Thank you so much.

Cheryl Ray

304 W. 5th Ave # 104

Ellensburg, WA 98926

Please also consider this letter I wrote, addressing the issue of not considering online teaching as public service.

Online Teachers are public servants, too!

I am writing to advocate for the inclusion of full-time online teachers in the approved public servant category for the Federal Loan Forgiveness Program.

As the COVID-19 pandemic brought about significant disruptions to traditional education, online teachers emerged as frontline educators, dedicating their time and expertise to ensure students continue to receive quality education despite the challenging circumstances.

The pandemic has compelled educational institutions across the nation to shift their teaching methods to online platforms to ensure the safety of students and educators alike. As a result, online teachers have become an integral part of the educational system, shouldering the responsibility of imparting knowledge, providing support, and maintaining a positive learning environment for students. Their commitment and dedication deserve recognition and consideration for the Federal Loan Forgiveness Program.

Here are several compelling reasons to support the inclusion of full-time online teachers in the approved public servant category:

1. Equivalent Service: Online teachers demonstrate the same level of commitment, professionalism, and impact on students' lives as their counterparts in traditional brick-and-mortar classrooms. Their work is instrumental in shaping the educational landscape and ensuring continuity of learning during these unprecedented times.

2. Meeting Critical Needs: The inclusion of full-time online teachers in the approved public servant category would help address the critical need for qualified educators in an evolving educational landscape. By acknowledging their contributions, we can attract and retain talented individuals who possess the skills necessary to excel in online teaching.

3. Educational Equality: Online teaching has opened doors to education for students who face barriers to attending physical schools, including those with disabilities, health issues, geographical limitations, or other personal circumstances. Recognizing full-time online teachers as eligible for loan forgiveness would support efforts to provide equal educational opportunities to all students, regardless of their location or circumstances.

4. Financial Hardships: Full-time online teachers often face financial burdens associated with pursuing higher education and professional development opportunities to improve their teaching skills. The inclusion of online teachers in the Federal Loan Forgiveness Program would alleviate some of these financial burdens, ensuring that talented educators are not deterred from pursuing careers in online education.

5. Public Service Alignment: Online teachers contribute to the public good by fostering knowledge, critical thinking, and personal growth among students. Their dedication to educating the next generation aligns with the goals and values of the Federal Loan Forgiveness Program, which seeks to incentivize careers in public service.

I acknowledge that online teachers are not responsible for curriculum development and face fewer behavior management challenges than their counterparts in brick and mortar schools. However, it is important to recognize that this does not diminish the significance of their role. Online teachers play a vital part in adapting educational materials for virtual platforms, creating engaging digital content, facilitating online discussions, and providing personalized support to students in a virtual environment. Their expertise in leveraging technology and delivering effective online instruction is invaluable, and their contributions deserve to be acknowledged within the Federal Loan Forgiveness Program.

Moreover, considering the financial implications of student loan debt, it is worth noting that many private companies involved in online education have been thriving during the pandemic and generating substantial profits. These companies have the potential to support loan repayment initiatives for their online teachers, given the financial resources they have at their disposal. By partnering with private entities and urging their involvement in alleviating the burden of student loan debt, we can create a mutually beneficial arrangement that benefits both online teachers and the companies that have benefited from the surge in demand for online education.

Considering these reasons, I kindly request your careful consideration of including full-time online teachers in the approved public servant category for the Federal Loan Forgiveness Program. By extending loan forgiveness eligibility to these educators, we not only recognize their invaluable contributions but also promote the advancement of online education as a crucial pillar of our educational system.

Please feel free to reach out to me if you require any additional information or if there is any way I can further support this cause.

Yours sincerely,

Cheryl L. Ray

Meet DAMMIT CHERYL, the rock that perfectly captures my exasperation. It reflects the moment I discovered that despite completing 165 out of the required 120 on time loan payments for Obama's Public Service Loan Forgiveness Program (which I initiated back in 2008), my years of teaching online are not considered public service so I am ineligible for the much-needed relief.

I’ll have to find another rock to show how I feel after I ask them to reconsider.

Waiting for no one

I will always remember the 2023 school year as the year technology gave birth to AI. Sure, it has been present and growing and expanding for decades, but this is the year it was born into everyday life.

I am an English Language Arts teacher and have been for 27 years now, with the past six years as a virtual instructor full-time. As you would imagine, I have daily interactions with students who turn in essays. I’ll leave it there for now and come back to it.

To be clear, this is not meant as some kind of warning about AI. George Orwell did that in his novel, 1984. It might be worth your time to read that short novel if you haven’t. Also, I in no way deny that AI has made my life feel smoother. Although I had no clue at the time, I now know that AI that started intercepting spam phone calls and texts for me. We have all felt that satisfaction that comes with our music choices being personalized. And, every time we hit ‘agree, agree, agree’, to get into a website or app, we put our stamp of approval on AI. We are saying: sure take my information, for what it’s worth. (At least that’s ONE thing we are agreeing to in that case.) Ai is nothing new. It is a tool. But it has evolved into a bit of a nemesis because it is a tool that mimics how to be human.

So what is the deal? Humans have to explore their boundaries. That’s what makes us human. Very few of us would be satisfied to say “Sure we can find a technology to eradicate cancer, but who wants that?” We are human, we expand before we deteriorate, whether we like it or not (I’m referring to the physics law of entropy here). I think humans have a biological secret: We grow, and we grow by creating tools. Ai is a tool.

At the moment, I seem to have a series of sentences, lacking fluency and grace, listing my thoughts about ai. But because I feel I have something to say about the topic, I will be back and I will apply sandpaper and continue crafting, the old fashioned way. I won’t ask AI to write this for me because AI has a very clear voice, and I don’t like it at all.

In my mind, Artificial Intelligence (AI) has a face, and this is it. While the nose here is mangled and the face is kind of hairy, this rock expresses AI’s personality in my mind. It’s The Joker, in early phases of finding his voice. I will have more to say on this, soon.

On top of that, there are a few songs from the seventies that portend the coming of ai. If you don’t love AC/DC, you might want to mute your sound. You can read the captions that describe AI.

AC /DC song Who Made Who?

To me, this song, “Don’t Stop Me Now”, Queen captured the power with which AI hurls forward. I believe that whether it becomes sentient is not the main danger. As Trump proved, much chaos can commence without sentience.

Detective Ray's Agency: The Case of the Displaced Dachshund

This past week I was head of the pack. Hunter, Tank and I spent a full week at Kevin and Sarah’s since they both needed to be out of town and their baby Birdy needed her grandma. As always, the sleeping arrangement was a challenge with the extra Dachshund. Hunter and Tank have been accustomed to cuddling up to me for oh…the past 15 years so we hardly think about our bedtime protocol anymore. They are old and set in their ways. They are spoiled. So am I. Birdy, on the other hand, is being encouraged to sleep in the kennel next to her parents and I agreed to work on that with her.

Of course I mustn’t be too stern, this is my only grandpup. So our first night together, I snuggle into bed about 9 pm with three dogs and an unspoken agreement that Birdy can stay as long as she was content in one place so we can all sleep soundly. We all fall immediately into a deep pack animal sleep.

Maybe an hour passes before I feel Birdy climbing over me so I swiftly dispatch her to the kennel.
At first, silence, but before long there's a pathetic little whimper from inside the steel bars. But I won't be weak and sternly say "No! Go to sleep Birdy."
The whimper continues, and finally I put the blanket over the kennel and achieve silence from within. Fast forward a few hours into a satisfying sleep, I feel a canine form, it's especially silky coated, sweet smelling...hmm it's a long and lithe daschund scooting up from my feet to my armpit . It snuggles right up under my chin as if to say "I love you" like no other than......Birdy! She settles right back to sleep there.

I'm deep into sleep so I just think "Well she escaped the kennel. She can stay if she remains cozy like this.” And she did.

Morning comes. 3:30am anyway. My tuned in 'mom ears' hear the sound of Hunter needing his early morning wee.
I respond like a pro, throwing off my CPAP gear and reaching for the geriatric daschund I love so much...but where is he? Birdy's in my armpit, Tank next to her...the rest of the bed feels empty. I had visions of Hunter having fallen off the bed, lying helplessly on the floor making his obsessive morning licking sounds...but wait. The slurpslurpgruntslurp sounds he makes are coming from....the kennel! Poor Hunter !

I put the wrong dog in the kennel and he hasn’t looked at me the same ever since.

Hunter’s look of utter betrayal haunted me for the rest of the day.

ODE TO MY PONTIAC VIBE

This weekend I sold my Pontiac Vibe and felt I needed to have a party for it, or write a poem for it. So I combined my work with my play and I learned about some limits to Artificial Intelligence (AI) as well as my teaching abilities.

As an English Language Arts teacher in April, 2023, I am in the early phase of students having access to and using AI to write their answers and essays, so I have been testing it out to see for myself what it can do.

After more than an hour attempting to coerce AI to write a sonnet for my beloved Vibe, I was unable to teach it to correctly write a correct rhyming pattern. I actually took some pleasure the fact that AI is not a poet. I might not be the greatest poet, but I’m NOT AI!!!

Below you will find our conversation from start to finish, as well as the rocks I painted for my darling ex-car.

ME: So, my silver 2005 vibe is the best car I have ever had. It's humble, yet so satisfying. I would like you to write a sonnet that includes my Daschund, Hunter and Pomeranian Tank who love riding in it. It just feels good to drive and is pretty luxurious. I'm really in love with it because I have been able to trust it more than any man ever. I would like the tone to be humorous.

AI:

Oh, silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art,

Humble yet luxurious, a true gem in my heart.

My Daschund Hunter and Pomeranian Tank,

They love to ride with me, no need to thank.

With you, I feel safe and sound,

A trusty steed, reliable and profound.

I've loved many men, but you outdo them all,

No drama or heartache, just a smooth ride, standing tall.

You take me places, you make me smile,

We've traveled many miles, in style.

No matter the weather, rain or shine,

You always perform, never decline.

Oh, silver 2005 Vibe, my faithful friend,

You'll be with me till the very end.

With my pups by my side, we'll cruise the street,

With a car so fine, who needs a man to meet?

ME: wait, you forgot to put a couplet at the end.

AI: Oh dear, how could I have missed such a thing, A couplet at the end, the final zing!

So here it is, the finishing touch, A witty couplet that'll make you clutch:

My silver 2005 Vibe, you're the love of my life,

With my pups by my side, we'll go on adventures, no strife.

ME: you will never forget that again, will you?

As an AI language model, I do not forget anything, as long as the data is stored properly. But I am always learning and improving, so I will strive to make sure that my future sonnets are flawless, and include all the essential elements, like a couplet at the end.

ME: And I would appreciate it if you would remember that I taught you that.

AI: Certainly! You can count on me to always remember the valuable feedback and suggestions that I receive from users like you. Thank you for pointing out the missing couplet and for helping me improve my sonnet writing skills.

ME: You are welcome.

ME: BUT WAIT! You made another mistake on this sonnet and I have to tell you about it because I am an English teacher.

AI: Oh, I apologize for the mistake. As an AI language model, I try my best to avoid errors, but I'm not perfect. Please let me know what mistake I made, so I can learn from it and improve my future responses.

ME: So. Do you know what iambic pentameter is?

AI: Yes, I am familiar with iambic pentameter. It is a rhythmic pattern commonly used in English poetry, consisting of ten syllables in each line, with emphasis placed on every other syllable, creating a pattern of unstressed and stressed syllables. It's often used in sonnets and other forms of poetry to create a particular rhythm and musicality.

ME: This line is not iambic pentameter, is it? "Oh, silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art,"

AI: You're correct that the line "Oh, silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art" is not written in iambic pentameter. It has 11 syllables and doesn't follow the unstressed-stressed pattern of iambic pentameter.

I apologize for the mistake and any confusion it may have caused. In the future, I will take extra care to ensure that my poetry adheres to the proper structure and rhythm of iambic pentameter.

ME: Knowing this, could you rewrite your sonnet and add something about how affordable it was?

AI: Sure, I can rewrite the sonnet and include a line about how affordable your 2005 Vibe is. Here's my attempt:

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art,

A humble ride that gladdens up my heart.

My pups Hunter and Tank, they love you so,

With them by my side, we go to and fro.

You're affordable and reliable too,

A faithful steed that always comes through.

With you, I feel safe and free from strife,

A ride that's precious, no price is too high.

I've loved many cars, but you stand apart,

A gem in my eyes, a work of art.

With your smooth ride and stylish allure,

You're a car that's classic, that much is sure.

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, I love you so,

With my pups by my side, we'll never let go.

ME: is this iambic pentameter? “You're affordable and reliable too”.

AI: No, the line "You're affordable and reliable too" does not follow the strict iambic pentameter pattern. It has nine syllables, with the stress falling on the second syllable, which breaks the meter.

Here's a revised version that adheres more closely to iambic pentameter:

Thou'rt affordable and reliable too,

A faithful steed that always sees us through.

In this version, the line has ten syllables and follows an iambic pattern (unstressed-stressed syllables), making it more consistent with the rest of the sonnet.

ME: Ok, nice work and by the way, I like the way you put the right number of quatrains and included a couplet in this last one.

AI: Thank you! As an AI language model, I try my best to follow the standard structure and form of poetry as much as possible. I'm glad to hear that you liked the revised sonnet, and that the meter and rhyme scheme were more consistent with the traditional iambic pentameter structure. If you have any other questions or requests, feel free to ask!

ME: Will you look over it carefully one more time to check that the iambic pentameter is correct before I look at it one more time? Then show me a final version of it, completed?

AI: Sure, I can check the sonnet again to ensure that the iambic pentameter is correct and provide you with a final version. Here's the revised sonnet with a few minor adjustments:

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art,

A humble ride that gladdens up my heart.

My pups Hunter and Tank, they love you so,

With them by my side, we go to and fro.

Thou'rt affordable and reliable too,

A faithful steed that always sees us through.

With you, I feel safe and free from strife,

A ride that's precious, no price is too high.

I've loved many cars, but you stand apart,

A gem in my eyes, a work of art.

With your smooth ride and stylish allure,

You're a car that's classic, that much is sure.

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, I love you so,

With my pups by my side, we'll never let go.

I hope this final version meets your expectations!

ME: Ok one last issue and this is pretty big…

AI: Sure, what's the issue?

Please let me know what the issue is, and I'll do my best to assist you.

And here’s where it all really fell apart for poor AI. It was unable to comprehend or set up particular rhyme schemes. Students eventually ‘get it’ because it’s a pretty simple concept, but Ai? Baffled!

I tried to be patient.

ME: The rhyme scheme in your sonnet is what?

AI: The rhyme scheme in this sonnet is ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. The first and third lines of each quatrain rhyme with each other, and the second and fourth lines of each quatrain rhyme with each other. The final two lines are a rhyming couplet.

ME: That is the way it SHOULD be, however your rhyme scheme is AABB CCDD EEFF GG

AI: I apologize for my mistake earlier. You are correct that the rhyme scheme I provided was incorrect. The correct rhyme scheme for this sonnet is AABB CCDD EEFF GG, where the first and second lines of each quatrain rhyme with each other, and the third and fourth lines of each quatrain rhyme with each other. The final two lines are a rhyming couplet. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

ME: But then it is not a correct sonnet

AI: You are correct, I apologize for my error. A sonnet should have a specific rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG or ABBA ABBA CDCDCD (with a concluding couplet). My previous version had a different rhyme scheme, and therefore did not meet the requirements for a traditional sonnet. Here's a revised version that adheres to the ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme:

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art, A humble ride that gladdens up my heart. My pups Hunter and Tank, they love you so, With them by my side, we go to and fro.

Thou'rt affordable and reliable too, A faithful steed that always sees us through. With you, I feel safe and free from strife, A ride that's precious, no price is too high.

I've loved many cars, but you stand apart, A gem in my eyes, a work of art. With your smooth ride and stylish allure, You're a car that's classic, that much is sure.

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, I love you so, With my pups by my side, we'll never let go.

I hope this revised version is more in line with the traditional form of a sonnet, and that it meets your expectations.

ME: No

I apologize if my revised version did not meet your expectations. Please let me know what changes you would like to see, and I will do my best to make the necessary adjustments.

ME: no

AI: I'm glad to hear that. Is there anything else I can assist you with?

ME: wait, no you did not fix it

AI: I apologize for the confusion. Can you please specify what needs to be fixed so that I can address it properly?

ME: Ok your first two lines are A A

AI: You are correct. I apologize for the oversight. Here's another revised version that adheres to the correct ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme:

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art,

A humble ride that gladdens up my heart.

My pups Hunter and Tank, they love you so,

With them by my side, we go to and fro.

Thou'rt affordable and reliable too,

A faithful steed that always sees us through.

With you, I feel safe and free from strife,

A ride that's precious, no price is too high.

I've loved many cars, but you stand apart,

A gem in my eyes, a work of art.

With your smooth ride and stylish allure,

You're a car that's classic, that much is sure.

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, I love you so,

With my pups by my side, we'll never let go.

I hope this version meets your requirements.

ME: Nope

AI: I apologize for still not meeting your requirements. Can you please clarify what needs to be fixed in the sonnet so that I can make the necessary changes?

ME: The word art at the end of the first line makes that line A, then the next line should NOT rhyme with it. The next line should introduce B

You are correct. I apologize for my mistake. Here is another revised version that follows the correct ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme:

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art,

A humble ride that gladdens up my heart.

My pups Hunter and Tank, they love you so,

With them by my side, we go to and fro.

Thou'rt affordable and reliable too,

A faithful steed that always sees us through.

With you, I feel safe and free from strife,

A ride that's precious, no price is too high.

I've loved many cars, but you stand apart,

A gem in my eyes, a work of fine art.

With your smooth ride and stylish allure,

You're a car that's classic, that

ME: stop

AI: I'm sorry if I misunderstood your previous message. Please let me know if there is anything else you need assistance with.

ME: (Starting to explain the problem) Oh silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art, A humble ride that gladdens up my heart.

(Interrupting me) AI: Those two lines are a good start to a sonnet! Is there anything else you would like me to include in the poem?

ME: THOSE TWO LINES have this pattern AA

AI: You are correct! The first two lines have an AA rhyme scheme. Would you like me to revise the sonnet to follow the ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, or would you prefer to keep the AA scheme for those first two lines?

ME: Yes, revise to follow abab etc

AI: Absolutely! Here is a revised version of the sonnet with the ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme:

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art,

A humble ride that gladdens up my heart.

My pups Hunter and Tank, they love you so,

With them by my side, we go to and fro.

Thou'rt affordable and reliable too,

A faithful steed that always sees us through.

With you, I feel safe and free from strife,

A ride that's precious, no price is too high.

I've loved many cars, but you stand apart,

A gem in my eyes, a work of fine art.

With your smooth ride and stylish allure,

You're a car that's classic, that much is sure.

So here's to you, my trusty silver friend,

May our adventures together never end.

ME: Why can't you do this right?

AI: I apologize if there was an error in my previous message. Could you please let me know what the issue is so that I can correct it?

ME: Oh silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art. THAT LINE IS A

AI: (Interrupting again…) You are correct, "Oh silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art" has an A rhyme scheme. Would you like me to revise the sonnet to have an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme while keeping the first line as A?

ME: Yes, that ABAB pattern means the first two lines SHOULD NOT RHYME.

AI: Understood! Here's the revised sonnet with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme while keeping the first line as A:

Oh silver 2005 Vibe, how sweet thou art,

A humble ride that gladdens up my heart.

My pups Hunter and Tank, they love you so

With them by my side, we go to and fro.

Thou'rt affordable and reliable too,

A faithful steed that always sees us through.

With you, I feel safe and free from strife,

A ride that's precious, no price is too high.

I've loved many cars, but you stand apart,

A gem in my eyes, a work of fine art.

With your smooth ride and stylish allure,

You're a car that's classic, that much is sure.

So here's to you, my trusty silver friend,

May our adventures together never end.

ME: You did it again. I am a failure as a teacher.

AI: I apologize if I made another mistake. Please let me know what needs to be corrected, and I will do my best to fix it for you.

ME: You don't seem to be understanding me.

AI: I'm sorry if I'm not understanding you correctly. Can you please clarify what you're trying to communicate so I can better assist you?

ME: It seems you will need to contact your technical department for more assistance, I can't repeat myself again, you wore me out. You are similar to some students, but most can understand this concept, eventually.

AI: I apologize if I have not been able to meet your expectations or understand your feedback correctly. I strive to provide the best possible assistance and make sure that my responses are accurate and helpful. If there's anything specific you would like me to address or any additional information you would like to provide, please let me know, and I will do my best to assist you.

THE END

By the way, I have been talking to a former literature professor of mine about this and she sent me an article that a friend of hers sent to her. https://www.vice.com/en/article/7kx9d9/chatgpt-is-pretty-bad-at-poetry-according-to-poets  It seems all the English teachers are thinking about the same thing at the same time! So predictable.

Well, there you have it. AI doesn’t ‘get’ poetry, but my Vibe has now received the attention it deserves. :)

This is not a marriage proposal because I am not a weirdo.

My Dear Eugene Levy.

Some funny guys fill the air with the high pitched whine of words and words and words. Not you.

Your nonsense is as slow to emerge as thick hair drying on a winter evening. It feels to me like each ridiculous truth that spills from your lips has been wet, washed, dried and coiffed, then dirty again more than once before it comes out. And when it does at last slide out, I am sure that everything is right. No matter what invisible pressure changes your face and mine, we are lovely and safe.

My ears seem perfectly shaped for your words although I imagine the back of your head is a wall, built for mine. Which is why this is not the marriage proposal I first intended.

Your years of practice convince me that my self and yours are independent, but not separate, simply parts of a natural process or a volleyball team. We are a noun that is made up of many verbs. You and me and the human family, I guess.

None of us is perfect, my eyebrows grow together as well. We're all a little odd and that's ok with you.

It's ok with me, too.

I'll meet you there in the quiet bathroom where the heat from the hairdryer always does its job eventually, and we will not consider the discomfort of this life of hair loss.

Masks

This is a wonderful and fitting poem for these rocks. Even though Dunbar lived in another time and may have been expressing the pain black Americans were experiencing when emancipation was supposed to be the whole answer to their suffering, he is still relevant. In 2020, there was such a ragged divide between those willing to wear masks for others, and those refusing to wear masks, that this poem spoke to me in a different way than he may have intended. After you read the poem 4 times, please continue down and notice the rocks I painted that reflect my siblings and masks. And as I’ve mentioned before, rocks help me write so ‘Thank you’ Mr. Dunbar for writing this poem, and thank you reader for reading the poem and my blog and noting the connection.

We Wear the Mask

BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

Paul Laurence. Dunbar, "“We Wear the Mask.”" from The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar. (New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, )

Ray Kids

Cheryl, Diane, Brian, Richard, Leslie

In a span of only six years there were begat five children to Edward and Adele Ray. In general, these children played nice and grew up with love and respect for one another for the first half century of their lives; then, along came Donald Trump and Covid and first signs of real trouble between them.

I am the youngest, and I have been trying to write about the painful change in our sibling relationships, but I have failed. I wrote plenty, then erased it. Rewrote, and deleted. I’ve never had so much trouble expressing a thing. So I’m just going to let Paul Laurence Dunbar’s poem

"We wear the Mask" express the depth of the pain.

But I will say three facts I am confident of:

• At one point, my brother Richard pointed out that within our group of five siblings, we reflected the US divide, that three out of five Americans supported the Covid measures being taken, while the other two out of five did not. But we will be ok.

• We have different ideas about what fair, right, and good mean, and we have had a rough time these past few years. But we will be ok.

• In 2020, I painted these rocks in a bit of an emotional storm and it shows. But we will be ok.

John, in rocks

I was just a child when I married, so what did I know? Nothing. So take these impressions for what they are worth. But at about that time I started watching my cousin Anne living her life, parallel to mine. Her life was more curious and frightening to me than I would ever or did ever say until now. When Anne wanted a thing, she waved a wand, and there it was, that’s how it seemed and yet,…..the THINGS she wanted: motherhood, two baby girls, on her own. She made it look easy, but I knew it wasn't.

Always, through her independent parenting days, she had men who wanted to make her their own, but she didn’t appear to have any interest in signing on with them. There was one in particular whose charms she had avoided for years, but he finally caught up with her. It was John, with his reputation as a Harley riding giant of a man preceding him. He would take care of her, he said. She didn’t need taking care of, she said. He would love to share his oversized mitts with her body, he said. Maybe later, she shrugged.

And I don’t know how many years it was, but eventually, John’s steadfast focus on what he wanted, paid off. Anne added him to her family, and then Jamie and Michael too.

So. What I am writing, I am writing for him although it seems like I’m writing for her. What large footprint has John left in his stead? John let us who love Anne, stop holding our breath in terror. Thank you John for that. Who knows what other terrors you brought into her life, but this is not the place for that.

From my perspective, John was like a gentle giant that finally calmed down my very special cousin, Anne. Private John, I did not know, but John who helped me stop worrying about Anne, well he was a helper. His giant physical presence always made me think of Abe Lincoln.

Grandmother and Granddaddy relied on John after Dave Morgan and I disappointed them. Same with my mom and Bob. There were 50 acres of animals, water, and cedar forests that needed tending and John was always there when needed, with Anne and young Michael laboring beside him as well.

I’m sure it’s true of Carol and Cliff too, but from where I stood, I couldn’t see it all. I couldn’t possibly see the extent of his impact on our whole family. Like one of the old Cedar trees on the property, he was planted and grew and grew and grew. Yes, he died once five or so years ago. Lungs stopped breathing, heart stopped beating, dead on arrival. Dead. But it wasn’t his time, he came back and carried on for another 7 years or so. But here he is again, this time death won’t let him go, so we have to say goodbye.

I guess if I have to narrow it down and give the bottom line here: John is, was and always will be an important part of the family and will be missed.

John

in rocks

The Court Jester

A hot beverage,

a spiral notebook, unused,

freshly cut grass,

new socks, still in the bag,

a book the librarian is going to share,

a newborn baby,

picking out colors for a new house,

the canvas, prepared,

White shorts,

can you feel that?

It’s hope, but it is joking

because

Hope is, I think, a court jester.

CLR 2022

True Love

Every once in a while, In my mind, I roll over and touch a good memory of you just to make sure it’s still there. I gently probe around our tragedy, just to make sure of its honesty. And satisfied, I roll back over to now and feel grateful for the experiments in this life, which is all any of us can claim to be.

Processing

I give rock offerings to the gods

as I dance away from the Prehistoric Predators, happy that

these prison guards have no power over my scratchings on rocks.

No data, no goals, no mission and vision statement.

I bless the patrons with my smooth rocks and hope they will be my Pardoners.

And as I tiptoe through alleys and quiet streets, I drop offerings to show I do not hate.

People of my town, won't you please pardon me for being myself?

Cray 2022

These are rocks that Heidi Otis and I decorated for Dachshund on Parade, June 18th in Ellensburg.

This is from my Student Art page.

Rocks for Noah, who went back to 'Brick and Mortar' school. I dropped them in Ellensburg yesterday.

On Nov 1, Linden Ray unexpectedly passed away.

She

Will not answer her father's text messages.

Will not notice the leaves changing color.

Will not make a snowball with her cold hand and wish she had cocoa instead.

Will not greedily and thankfully gulp water to sate her thirst.

Will not slam her bedroom door and wonder why she is living with her mother, still.

Will not ever wonder if the vaccine did it.

Will not ever again hide her face with one arm and coyly smile at the camera.

She, Linden,

Will not answer her father's text messages.

The Kiddies' Parade in Ellensburg

Narrative upcoming: How The Queen of Spades knocked me out, cold.

Ellensburg Kiddies’ Parade was a highlight for all the youngsters in my small town. These costumes, painted by mother and Sharon Kibler were our favorites, by far! Notice the knee area on the Queen of Spades where mother, in hindsight, cut space for young knees to bend.

Pictured left to right, Diane Ray, Nancy Kibler, and Cheryl Ray.

Example of narrative development over time- The Owl

——An email to a friend-

I have a story for you, it was like we were in wild kingdom! Last night around 10:00 p.m. Rick and I took the dogs out as he was leaving. We stepped across the alley when suddenly there was a swoop and beating of wings coming out of the alley, very near us.... descending upon us and then clunk, a heavyish-felt sound. Ka-thunk. Just Ka. Thunk.

And then whoosh off it flew, heavy wings lifting it up slowly without it's dead body in tow.

It took a second to figure out what had happened—the whole thing happened so fast.

I guess we upset an owl who was in the middle of hunting and eating a small hawk. It swooped down towards us and dropped its prey and flew off. The hawk was almost dead it was just kind of twitching it was so gross it made me sad I didn't understand it--because I have never seen anything like that so close. I thought it was a rat at first it was so heavy and big.

That's my story and I knew you'd appreciate it since you know what happened to Tank's mother (the owl ate her)... It crossed my mind that maybe the owl decided it wanted Tank instead of what it had and dropped the hawk to grab a Pomeranian instead—losing both (Aesop told it: http://read.gov/aesop/026.html)

Okay that's my story—it seems incomplete, but it really revved me up last night you should have seen me jumping up and down, screaming in a whisper so as not to bother the neighbors.

I wrote that on September 17th, 2020, and tucked it away, hoping to revisit it later. A weekly date had finished with a beau minutes before. It had not been a satisfactory end. I was just thinking to myself. "He has his priorities and they do not include me. He will never think of me as part of his life, but rather a responsibility to fulfill, a drag, pulling him away from his life." And so, because I expected to be his happy priority, as he was mine, I had just decided then that we should probably end it, and to me, this realization was painfully dramatic. As the dogs and I walked him out I felt the owl was giving testimony.

“If you don’t stop now", the owl said, “the relationship will eventually drain you of all energy, exhaust you, essentially drop you in the alley as dead as this hawk."

Fast Forward to Friday, August 7th,2021. The Delta Variant has just swooped into Ellensburg spiking numbers 103%, and we were barely aware of it because we are, of course, vaccinated. It wasn’t as late in the evening, but it was in the same spot, when the owl checked in, this time with his approval, I thought. My spirits were high and I was invigorated, surrounded with the love of some good friends heading out for an extra fun walk.

The owl swooped down the same path as before, just over our heads, but with empty talons this time The previously mentioned beau now just a friend, joined us later that evening for lighthearted fun and we parted politely at the end of the evening, each of us the priority in our own life.

So here I am, almost a year from the first incomplete owl story with what joyfully felt at first like a complete story to tell. I’m guessing it’s not really the whole story.

One of my very early rocks, painted in 2017, looks like the owl who is now my wise neighbor.

Hemingway, Concussed.

I painted this rock after learning more about Ernest Hemingway through a PBS documentary on You Tube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swAQ5HfLLIk).

He was a disaster in his last years, and took his own life.

He drank too much and his adventurous life presented him with twelve concussions.

I feel the rock, (which I left outside the Brick Road book store in Ellensburg in July, 2021), is an expression of the part of Hemingway he tried never to show. We all have a side like that if we are human, and we may be right to keep it hidden. It’s ugly.

He was adored and revered as an American writer that changed the world of Literature. He said he didn’t want to TELL the reader about a thing, he wanted to let the reader experience it through his words. And since then, American English teachers have urged the same from the young minds in their classrooms.

He’s also famous for giving writers the advice that all you have to do is “Write ONE TRUE SENTENCE. Write the truest sentence that you know."

Since I’m an English teacher, one would think I might want to write more about his style. But I never connected with his writing. Honestly, when I read any of his books, I felt drunk as I read them, and that put me off since reading and being drunk are just not a good combination. To me, that proves he was a powerful writer, and I accept that about him.

But what is the lesson that I personally extract from the life and death of Ernest Hemingway?

I’m not judging, I’m analyzing.

1. There was undoubtedly a genetic component to his depression and suicide. In fact, he was diagnosed with (but not treated for) hemochromatosis, a genetic blood disorder.. FOUR out of EIGHT members of his immediate family were unhappy enough that they ended their own life.

2. Having had twelve concussions probably caused CTE in Hemingway that led to all kinds of erratic behaviors. I feel that the knowledge of CTE should change America’s love affair with football. But no. Read about it here: https://concussionfoundation.org/CTE-resources/what-is-CTE .

Here is my one true sentence:

People are strange— Most of us, we look straight at a thing that is destroying us, we acknowledge its impact and keep walking towards it as though nothing can be done.

PLEASE RESPOND IN THE COMMENTS SECTION:

WHAT DO YOU THINK?? Do you do this? Why do we as a society or as individuals, continue behaviors that could literally destroy humanity?

On Being a Woman

Just a thought—Sanitary napkins aren’t very sanitary, are they? They are super gross. A big, thick bunch of paper product wadded up between the sweaty thighs of a menstruater. Ew. Blood gushing out. She can feel it as it leaves her vagina! Right there in front of everyone. It kind of goes…PloP…but she reminds herself there is no need to panic. She has no tampons in, so it’s not a leak, it’s just an earth shattering ‘PloP’. The thick lining of her uterus, devoid of its purpose, removes itself—PloP right into the awaiting sanitary napkin— in front of everyone.

She suspects there’s a smell, too, from the extra attention she’s catching from the boys. "No Big Deal", says the tampon commercial as the bikini clad teen frolics about joyfully.

To accept the bloody wad, she sometimes imagines she’s riding bareback or with a saddle-pad put there expressly to catch the rotted lining of her uterus. But no. She’s just walking down the hall, thinking that it’s time to use a tampon.

A tampon.

Someday she will stick a wad of dry white cloth up there instead. Or use a pretty pink plastic tool meant to shoot it up there painlessly…bearing teeth that will bite if her aim and touch is off.

Then, she has learned that if she feels that PloP, she will know for sure there is blood running down her leg, reminding her for better or worse that she has not made a baby this month.

These two rocks depict her cycle and her visitor.

Aunt Flo visited every 28 days which she either hated or appreciated deeply. It was never ‘no big deal’ like she said. It was an emotional and physical event that happened in broad daylight, her power and her handicap. Like a magic fairy, taking a shit in public.