At the recent BAFTA awards, John Davidson, a man living with coprolalia Tourette’s, shouted a racial slur as Delroy Lindo and Michael B. Jordan presented an award. The N-word was audible in the BBC broadcast. The harm was immediate. The actors and many in the audience were understandably shaken.
Two years ago, The New York Times published an article about the key figures in AI. It mentioned powerful men like Sam Altman, Dario Amodei, and even Bill Gates. Notably, there were no women. By excluding scholars like Fei-Fei Li, Margaret Mitchell, or Timnit Gebru, the Times implied that they
Lake Merritt is my favorite place in Oakland. It's a relatively small body of water populated with birds ranging from the common duck to the night heron. But on the weekend, the strips of grass surrounding the lake transform. Grills are set up preparing varieties of meats and
20,000-word monologue. Twenty-three characters. One actor. Cynthia Erivo brought every role in Dracula to life in the West End of London. Between the complex cinematography, the deft set and wardrobe changes, and the intricate blocking, the play was technically impressive. And yet, it fell flat. The most important part
Six years ago, the world shut down. Americans hoarded toilet paper, eggs, and canned beans. We were scared. There was no playbook for how to survive a global pandemic. So we all relied on what we knew. And I knew work. I had come into adulthood believing the gospel of
Twitter was my social media platform of choice. Where else could I engage with scholars like Tressie McMillan Cottom, sex workers turned therapists like Raquel Savage, thoughtful technologists like Ian Coldwater within seconds of each other? I had curated my timeline to include this diverse set of thinkers. Then Elon
A Revolutionary Technologist started as a response to the prompt of what would happen if we built technology from the ethos of bell hooks' "All About Love: New Visions." To radically re-imagine technology as part of an act of love or “the will to extend one’s