Kris Lindbeck
@krislindbeck.bsky.social
Haiku etc.. Also, Jewish Studies, Christianity, Buddhism, art and cool science stuff. Some politics . . . She/her.
My oven on "proof" does not feel much warmer than the kitchen when I open it . . . Central AC set to 82 F (28 C) to save money, but most of the vents are in the bedroom side of the house. White collar, first-world problem: We do have AC. This weather is dangerous to work in.
“I lost my confidence in my own writing.” When a student sitting on a stage shares this with an auditorium full of adult educators, acknowledging why they stopped using AI in their own school work, it has an impact. Two weeks later and I still remember what it felt like to hear that...
I just listened to this while cooking this afternoon. Now I am going to share it with my department. (the article above, too).
Link to the talk (from Feb 2026): www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7Lc...
I recently read a book I was reluctant to get into because of its archaic language, and lo and be-fucking-hold, the pleasure of reading won out pretty fast. Reading slowly and effortfully is fun.
Axios writer: I melted my brain with AI. Not only can I no longer read, but I don't even understand the purpose of reading anymore. Here's how you can also do this. www.axios.com/2026/08/11/r...
I'm going to keep saying this until it's rote practice: If you are in official connection with let alone in charge of an archive of data, if is your professional & moral responsibility to secure that archive, as a backup or otherwise, against just such an emergency, so we're not Hoping some kid did.
Incredible. When E—n M—k & his crew obliterated USAID in a weekend, they deleted a vast trove of publicly-funded knowledge: the Development Experience Clearinghouse. A Canadian high school student (!) happened to have downloaded the entire thing for a project. AidData has now posted it for all.
Awakening to a sky mountain edge so keen it can cut silence. The hawk turns and turns there - but there's no wavering air. -Cid Corman
alt text: one small blue flower turned toward earth too laden with dew to ring
I crouch down low to kiss the morning dew, Which clings a moment, then is called to rise. #vss365
the elders debate a fine point of church doctrine in the fairie kingdom #haiku
The amazing Monotropa Uniflora.. the ghost plant or pipe plant. ✨
Zohran Mamdani is backing a bill to hold Amazon accountable for exploiting delivery drivers. Now Amazon is launching a $5M lobbying blitz — led by Chuck Schumer's daughter — to crush it. Instead of spending millions on lobbying, Amazon should pay and treat its drivers fairly.
ant on a rock - both of us! in mountain's shade #haiku #poetry #poem #micropoetry
under the fig leaf waiting for something better a little grey moth
"If we search YouTube for something like “senior health tips,” the AI-generated content far outnumbers anything made by a real human."
Last year, I was tipped off to the existence of AI-generated doctors offering misleading health advice on YouTube. I found that many of the studies they cited were made up. Cody Sumter took that ball and ran with it. codysumter.substack.com/p/this-is-me...
on the granular level, pedagogical weirdness as praxis, now and always
One of the more insidious ideas being incepted via right & center attacks on HigherEd is that college experiences are homogenous. The heterogeneity of the US system is one of its greatest strengths. Their goal of homogenization is served by an illusion of homogeny, just homogeny of the wrong sort.
"Rain's falling!" in trees they cheer . . . frogs Kobayashi Issa (1762-1826) #haiku #micropoetry Tr. David G. Lanoue Date of #poem: 1794
𝐇𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 He is silken, contrapuntal, woodenspoon. The word is 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 or 𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢, that mingle at the very end, a salt-like punctuation, one goosebump at a time. On land, it’s called love. —Makoto #poem
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I dreamed it was September. The oak and the pine were already parting ways, slowly. I turned to find you where leaves lay on the pillow.
fields of gold gleam against blue sky . . . all the times we have taken freedom for granted #tanka by Debbie Strange Published in Fields of Gold - poems of peace The Bamboo Hut 2022 - peace poems from around the world
still blue sky lawn sprinkler chatter the lull of eternity Published: Wales Haiku Journal, Summer 2022 #haiku #micropoetry