The Cornell Daily Sun
In AI Research, Academic Integrity Falls by the Wayside
As AI research races through academia, some scholars take advantage of the hype
“In the rush to understand and adapt to AI, and in the din of heady declarations of gold standards for working with the technology, it is vital for us to stay grounded. If we don’t, we risk being carried away in tides of what may be fittingly called ‘slop’: the flimsy, shifting research of those who seek to ride the wave. There may be one such researcher in Ithaca.” Read more.
Beyond Burnout: The Untold Story of Queer Intimacy on Dating Apps
A tender argument for making connections for their own sake.
“I didn’t think C was the love of my life. I didn’t even think she was going to be my girlfriend. But I was happy to be there, walking side by side beneath the warm lights of Chicago’s French Market, still giggling and swaying under the influence of a first date’s customarily sweet awkwardness.” Read more.
Art Humanizes Currently and Formerly Incarcerated People
Reflecting on an incarceration free future.
“For incarcerated artists, the practice of artmaking might make the realities of prison more bearable — it is a flash of light and creative inspiration in the otherwise bleak landscape of the prison space. For us in the public, it reminds us of the incontrovertible — though often repressed — humanity of incarcerated folks.” Read more.
Remembering Latasha Harlins, the politics of her death, and the broken promise of her future.
“What might happen if we reimagine slain Black women and men not through the lens of their deaths or the gruesome videos that document them, but through the boundless possibilities of their lives?”
Recalling a lost summer.
“Most of all, I imagined myself doing a good job. This did not mean perfection. It meant making a mistake now and then, asking questions, trying my best, thinking hard about the writing I read and challenging myself to expand my old ways of considering life and writing. I lived in the world of these imaginings.” Read more.
Between Seasons, From Green Town to Boston
A review of and response to Ray Bradbury’s Farewell Summer.
“I am trying to take Bradbury’s advice. He asks us to consider what these days mean, to realize how irretrievable they are — with incredible clarity and imagination, with a pen bursting with love, he writes of the candy store counter, the ravine that runs dark and deep through town, the junkman with his horse-drawn wagon of treasures. He says, ‘Look around.’” Read more.
Finley Williams 