On the campus district Up the street from the theater district Down the road from University Circle

The most successful fascists in history Were also the largest tour operator of the time Strength through joy they called it I bought my first can opener at fifty four With a big family there are many around Someone had always brought me one We seem to seek strength from strength This latest incarnation of the same old hate Has little joy often left out in the cold or the sun or the rain Evil did best when it built of joy How well would we do to build on something Stolen technology stolen identity The first modern science books were written in German There is only one race which makes the term moot But surely we can be superior and do something sustainable

The Price building used to be there Tracking our history to 1967 We would rebuild We met in the basement of an old church The Second Baptist Euclid Avenue  Where Rockefeller organized Sunday school It was hard to know which wall was from which building But underground we became one place Ivan watched from his perch the hallways twirl Bigger, better, newer's high water mark was in the nineties We built a brand new building with no green features We studied sustainability in the opposite We talked about what we would put on the corner There where there is nothing now Just down the street from the wealth of nations statue Adam Smith immortalized in front of the business school We left an empty space where a church once was There should be something about sustainability I was in the conversation up to 2003 Our class left and seldom looked back They each do that Hough burned in 1966 And set a fire on this corner

Words can be demons hiding what we know Computer power is what we used to talk about Every third word we need more compute They sell to each other hoping to create super intelligence It would not work if they told investors the truth They want more computer power than anyone Compute is as cute as whatever muse you have We knew proteins folded We needed more computer power to figure out how We think there is a structure to the primes All this compute and nothing The flaws in our reasoning are in the training data I teach small children and I dream of prime numbers One of them will see it Either the end of science Or our new road There is a structure or there is not Either case equally satisfying Sustainability an Angel word

It was hard to hear So not a scientific word Not everything can be answered Her daughter was five years old Everything is good Only decisions are bad She don't want to hear Justice joy can bring Good things are easier to see Without foundation survives There is a probable outcome We should be safe There are variables that bring danger Much like rogue llms Predicting the next word A village burned down also warm She called her a demon Hard to tell her she is wrong

As an outsider we try to bring in There is a simple truth to reward and punishment Attention is attention Both objectively interesting Teachers are magic The ones that know Nice adults are usually too busy for them Why would they expect them here Some thing is going to happen They understand I am telling them something I understand they just fell from Mars They have this unearned confidence They fight and flight Or shut down I have one hundred strategies The higher the median income of the census tract The more strategies She would not make it in the suburbs She said she liked working in the city I like to move around One of my best strategies

There are markers in life Some times remembered more Family takes many forms My Father did not know much but he knew a few things Her Grandmother was my Great Grandmother Always happy when I saw her We always saw her My Father he knew a few things Their stories were of Florida and youth Money bags Eller following around To all the penny gumball machines Everyone chewed gum but lived in different places Segregation and the south built the north Dreams of eternal summer vacation Meets the day Grandma's house I knew Great Grandma's apartment Sharon most of her world I visted often She was the first who ever wrote to me as a person We shared this feeling in our heart She gave it a name An old one when she was happy Nothing lives without it