^{I could go crazy on a night like tonight}

^{When summer's beginning to give up her fight}

September is both an end and a beginning

the gradual change of seasons

While others see a descent into winter, 

I have always embraced the return to school,

a reunion with school friends and routines

Evenings with you now require sweaters 

sidewalks filled with leaves and leftovers from careless bookbags

our walks after dinner are now at dusk 

The street with rows of houses with dimly lit kitchen lights, 

old streetlamps, blink on haltingly but not in unison

not yet adjusted to shorter days 

I lean into you as we get close to home

Odd Week, That

So apparently, Anthropic's AI used my collection, Live Nude Aliens and Other Stories, to train itself. Granted, it falls among a lot of texts, but it's an odd sort of compliment and an affront. In an American lawsuit, Anthropic agreed to pay $1.5 billion in damages to authors whose books they scraped from pirating sites for the purpose of training their generative. The settlement only applies to American authors, but a Canadian lawsuit may follow.

"Right, now, expect the the first ghost -- "

"Hang on a second, Marley, you can't do this ghost-of-Christmas stuff at me. I'm Jewish."

"Oh? Oh yes, I'd forgotten. Well, not to worry, we cover all major and minor holidays. We can certainly shift gears here and do the ghosts of Yom Kippur. Which, I should note, is even more relevant to the things you must do, since it is the