Obituary: Hector David Gagné

My father passed away this week. I wrote the following obituary for him. Beaucoup d’amour, Papa. Toujours! Hector David Gagné June 29, 1936 – March 11, 2026 Hector David Gagné passed away peacefully in the early morning hours of March 11, 2026, in the palliative care ward of WRHN Chicopee in Kitchener, surrounded by the […]

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HAL 9000 Got A Bad Rap

“I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.” — HAL 9000, from “2001: A Space Odyssey.” As for HAL… old HAL gets a bad rap. So does Grok, but I’ll save that argument for later. Right now, we’re talking about HAL, the computer on board the Discovery spacecraft, heading to Jupiter to rendezvous with

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Using AI? For Shame!

“Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.”— Robert A. Heinlein I’ve always loved that line. Heinlein had a gift for punching through the self-importance of writers with a smirk and a scalpel. It’s a wink and a warning, isn’t it? Writing is a

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The Evolution of Mind Children

“Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to make the world’s first bionic man.“ These words are spoken in the introduction to the TV series, “The Six Million Dollar Man,” back when six million dollars was a lot of money. The show centered on astronaut and test pilot, Steve

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Naps, Snacks, and Belly Rubs

What follows is a story about writing a song. A song about living life as a dog, which you know (at least in this part of the world) isn’t terribly difficult or taxing. 🙂 You know what is hard? Writing music, especially when you don’t know anything about writing music. Or playing it. Oh, I’m

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We Are Not Doomed. We Are Paladins!

Oh, the humanity… In a brilliantly orchestrated symphony of calamity, our world pirouettes on the brink like a drunken ballerina in a minefield. Climates change more often than a moody teenager’s love interests, with Mother Earth cranking the thermostat like a forgetful grandparent. Meanwhile, politicians bicker with the finesse of toddlers fighting over the last

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