yli is My Story

A Voice from Gaza

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yli is My Story

When I tell you I have hope, it’s more of a wish that this all ends very soon and we can go back to our homes in Gaza City if it still exists. I can’t speak about hope now. I can only be wishful about my family returning back home eventually and being safe right now. 

Suburban Lullabies: My Confusion On the Edge of Middle Class

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In Glendora, we do not grow up thinking deeply about economic inequality because the lullabies of financial comfort have put many of us to sleep. You assume your friends will be able to pay for their ticket when you go to the movies. You walk into homeroom and assume no one slept in their family’s car the night before.

Freaking Algorithms!

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“You need to learn how to code,” my father would tell me, after “Technology is the future. Make sure you’re a part of it.” “What about me?,” I would fume internally. What about my ability to create as a human, without the assistance of AI or technology?

With Food to Spare: Volunteering at an Affluent Town’s Food Bank

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A driver pulls into the Three Rivers Art Center parking lot, holding out two fingers representing the number of families they are picking up for. A line of volunteers drop full-sized boxes of produce into the driver’s open side door. “You sure you don’t want another box? It all needs to be gone, or it’ll go bad.”

AI: The Threat to the Flame Within

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But now with AI technology, my flame is being taken away from me again. AI programs have made things so much worse for artists as these programs can generate “art” pieces. AI is harming artists in the worst way possible. By stealing their art.