One of the greatest honors of parenting is getting to expose your kids to so many “firsts”: movies, foods, places, poems, etc. Tonight, I introduced them (at least as far as they were aware of it) to the John Prine/Iris DeMent song “In Spite of Ourselves.” Best thing to happen all day.

Among Britishisms that I’ve learned from watching The Great British Baking Show, learning that they call soft-serve “squirty ice cream” might be my favorite.

The funniest outcome from the AI thing would be if they can only use out-of-copyright works to train the models, and so we end up with a class of incredibly powerful artificial intelligences that all talk like Victorian pamphleteers.

On Saturday, we made Banh Mi. We had family over + set up a stuff-your-own-sandwich bar. There were lots of the fillings left, but we ate all the baguettes. So today, I took fillings with two slices of white bread for lunch. It was like if the U.S. Midwest had colonized Vietnam instead of France.