To: ai-tech-sq Subject: GSB, today, 5:30 7AI --text follows this line-- Another day tends to an end here at the AI lab. One of my last days; soon I will be departed, no more to walk the grey corridors, no more to generate streams of well-matched parentheses. Do you wonder- am I glad to leave? Or do I struggle? Do I follow the pleading of Dylan Thomas? Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. The answer is that am glad to leave. Echoing another Dylan, the town I grew up in is the one that has left me with my legacy visions it was not a rich town my parents were not rich it was not a poor town my parents were not poor it was a dyin town (it was a dyin town) the old school rottin shiverin but still livin standin cold an lonesome arms cut off with even the moon bypassin it's jagged body pretendin not to see But come evening, with you who choose to remain on the dark side of the shade, I will toast my legacy visions at this week's G I R L S C O U T B E N E F I T