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Strumenti StonatiSulla riva di un ruscello, dove nuotava una gran quantità di pesciolini di tutti i colori, abitava una famigliola: mamma, babbo e sette figlioli — quattro maschietti e tre femminucce.La loro casa era un po' distante dal paese di Strumentopoli, ma vicini al ruscello e accanto al Grande Bosco ci si stava proprio bene.La mamma coltivava con cura le verdure nell'orto. Il babbo, invece, era un artigiano del legno e creava strumenti musicali con i tronchi migliori, scelti tra gli alberi più solidi e profumati del bosco.I ragazzi andavano a scuola in paese. In inverno ci arrivavano con gli sci, mentre in primavera e autunno viaggiavano su un carretto trainato da due cerbiatti — uno bianco e uno nero, come le note del pianoforte. Prima della partenza, il babbo li contava uno per uno per assicurarsi che nessuno mancasse. Poi, come ogni giorno, si raccomandava“Comportatevi bene, non marinate la scuola e ricordatevi la favola di Pinocchio e del suo naso!”A quelle parole si salutavano tutti con un sorriso.Il babbo tornava poi al suo lavoro. I suoi strumenti erano costruiti con cura e ottimo materiale, ma c'era un problema: erano stonati. Da buon liutaio, però, non si scoraggiava e la sua passione per la musica era così grande che insegnare ai figli a suonare era stato un divertimento. Aveva perfino scelto per loro nomi speciali: Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo e Ukulele.La mamma non fece obiezione. D'altronde, chiamarli con i nomi delle verdure sarebbe stato simpatico, ma forse i loro amici del paese li avrebbero presi in giro.I bambini erano bravi a scuola, e quando tornavano a casa, si davano da fare nell'orto, aiutando la mamma. Un giorno, però, scambiarono delle piantine di ortica per lattuga: che pizzicore! E allora via tutti di corsa, un tuffo nel ruscello per rinfrescarsi e calmare il bruciore. I pesciolini si sbellicavano dalle risate:“Ma siete proprio sciocchi! Ah ah ah!”La mamma li aiutò a uscire dall'acqua e, rivolta ai pesci, disse:“Stasera, al tramonto, ci sarà un concerto nel cortile di casa. Si esibiranno i miei figli con i loro strumenti. Siete tutti invitati!”I pesci risposero con entusiasmo:“Bene, grazie per l'invito! Arriveremo fin lì, tanto pioverà e sguazzare si potrà. Splich, sploch, splach!”Quella sera fu una vera festa. Al concerto di musica un po' strana e strampalata, tutti si divertirono da matti: i musicisti, gli animali arrivati dal bosco, e pure i pesci — che la mamma provvedeva a spruzzare con l'acqua.Dopo quella serata allegra, la vita riprese tranquilla, tra scuola, orto e anche il bosco. Infatti, nel tempo libero, a volte ci andavano ad aiutare il babbo a scegliere e tagliare il legno per costruire i suoi strumenti. Il Grande Bosco era ormai un luogo familiare per loro. Così, un giorno, mentre ci giocavano arrampicandosi sugli alberi, i ragazzini videro un gruppo di gnomi che complottavano irrequieti. Si nascosero dietro a dei cespugli, ad osservare e ascoltare i loro discorsi.La riunione, convocata in gran fretta, era per prendere una decisione su un pericolo imminente. C'era una pericolosa tempesta in arrivo. Si parlava di un vento d'uragano che non si era mai visto né sentito da cent'anni — o forse più — e che stava per raggiungere il bosco.“Bisogna fermarlo, con ogni mezzo,” dicevano gli gnomi.Così, decisero di chiedere aiuto a un vecchio alleato: il Grande Guerriero Della Montagna, armato di spada e poteri magici. Colui che in passato aveva già sconfitto draghi e perfino extraterrestri che volevano conquistare la Terra.I sette bambini, allarmati dalla notizia e decisi ad aiutare nella battaglia, corsero velocemente verso casa, anche per avvisare gli abitanti del villaggio del pericolo incombente. Intanto il vento si avvicinava. Si sentiva da lontano: era selvaggio e ululante. Al suo passaggio, gli alberi si piegavano fino a sfiorare il suolo. Alcuni ondeggiavano, altri si spezzavano o venivano sradicati.Gli abitanti di Strumentopoli, che cominciavano a sentire il vento per le strade del paese e videro il Grande Guerriero scendere dalla montagna, si allarmarono, ma non si fecero prendere dal panico. Ognuno prese il loro strumento e tutti si misero a correre verso la casa sul ruscello per aiutare la famiglia che ci viveva e insieme a loro provare a salvare il Grande Bosco.Allo stesso tempo anche i pesciolini colorati arrivarono, uniti e determinati, e così fecero anche gli altri animali del bosco e del ruscello:“Tutti insieme possiamo formare una barriera e bloccare il vento!” Dissero all'unisono.A quel punto, anche i ragazzini della famiglia, rientrati affannati dalla corsa, si fecero avanti e dissero:“Anche noi abbiamo gli strumenti musicali del babbo; sono strani, un po' stonati… ma se li suoniamo tutti insieme, forse riusciremo a fermare la bufera.” E così dicendo entrarono in casa e tornarono in un battibaleno.Gli gnomi, conoscendo bene i limiti di quegli strumenti, con un incantesimo misero in atto una magia musicale molto potente.Quando i ragazzini iniziarono a suonare, accadde qualcosa di speciale. La musica, per la prima volta, fu melodiosa, armonica e coinvolgente. Ad uno ad uno anche tutti gli abitanti di Strumentopoli si aggregarono ed ognuno con il proprio strumento contribuì come se tutti fossero parte di una grande orchestra. Il vento d'uragano, che era impegnato in un combattimento furioso con il Grande Guerriero Della Montagna, la sentì da lontano e immediatamente cominciò a calmarsi. Il suo ululare iniziò a moderare di potenza e quando arrivò vicino al bosco era una fresca tramontana che, infine, si trasformò in una dolce brezza di valle. Il vento ora era divenuto parte di quella meravigliosa orchestra — la battaglia era stata vinta per merito di tutti. Ognuno aveva offerto la propria musica e aveva contribuito al successo. L'unione fa la forza. Dissero tutti insieme, soddisfatti.Il babbo liutaio continuò a costruire strumenti con i legni più pregiati offerti dal bosco. Erano talmente belli e suonavano così bene che si diceva fossero i più melodiosi mai ascoltati.I figli — Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo e Ukulele — entrarono a far parte della banda del paese. Ad ogni festa, suonavano con successo, tra applausi e sorrisi. Anche gli gnomi e il Grande Guerriero ascoltavano la loro musica… dal bosco e dalla montagna. I pesciolini colorati nuotavano e danzavano felici nel ruscello e quando qualcuno passava di lì, lo salutavano con allegri schizzi: “Splish! Splosh! Splash!”La famiglia continuò a vivere vicino al grande bosco e nelle sere d'estate, quando finalmente tutto diventava silenzioso, si sdraiavano lungo la riva del ruscello e guardavano le stelle in cielo. I loro cuori raccontavano… e la notte scriveva il lieto fine delle favole.-- Scritta da Lucia & Marco Ciappelli  Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

The Out of Tune InstrumentsOn the bank of a stream, where a great many colorful little fish swam, lived a small family: mamma, babbo, and their seven children — four boys and three girls. Their house was a bit far from the town of Strumentopoli, but being close to the stream and next to the Great Forest made it a wonderful place to live.Mamma lovingly tended the vegetable garden. Babbo, on the other hand, was a woodworker who crafted musical instruments from the finest trunks, chosen among the sturdiest and most fragrant trees in the forest.The children went to school in the village. In winter, they reached it on skis, while in spring and autumn they rode in a cart pulled by two young deer — one white and one black, like the keys of a piano.Before they left, babbo counted them one by one to make sure no one was missing. Then, as he did every day, he reminded them:“Behave yourselves, don't skip school, and remember the tale of Pinocchio and his nose!”Those words always ended with a smile from everyone.Babbo would then return to his workshop. His instruments were well-made, using excellent materials, but there was one problem: they were out of tune. Still, as a good luthier, he didn't lose heart. His passion for music was so strong that teaching his children to play had become a joy. He even gave them special names: Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo, and Ukulele.Mamma didn't object. Of course, naming them after vegetables might have been funny, but their village friends probably would've made fun of them.The children did well in school, and when they came home, they helped mamma in the garden. One day, though, they mistook some nettle plants for lettuce — what a sting! They all ran straight to the stream and jumped in to soothe the burning.The little fish burst into laughter:“You're so silly! Ah ah ah!”Mamma helped them out of the water and, turning to the fish, said:“This evening, at sunset, there will be a concert in our courtyard. My children will perform with their instruments. You're all invited!”The fish replied enthusiastically:“Thanks for the invitation! We'll be there for sure — it's going to rain, and we love splashing! Splich, sploch, splach!”That evening turned out to be a real party. At the concert of slightly strange and delightfully quirky music, everyone had a blast: the musicians, the animals from the forest, and even the fish — who mamma cheerfully sprayed with water.After that joyful evening, life went back to its usual pace: school, garden, and even the forest. In fact, during their free time, the children often helped babbo choose and cut wood to build his instruments.The Great Forest had become familiar to them. So one day, while they were playing there and climbing trees, the kids spotted a group of gnomes huddled together, looking agitated. They quickly hid behind some bushes to observe and listen in on their conversation.The meeting, called in great haste, was to make a decision about an imminent danger. A powerful storm was on the way. They spoke of a hurricane wind that hadn't been seen or heard in a hundred years — or perhaps even longer — and it was heading for the forest.“We must stop it, by any means,” said the gnomes.So they decided to call on an old ally: the Great Warrior of the Mountain, armed with a sword and magical powers. He was the one who, in the past, had already defeated dragons and even extraterrestrials who had tried to conquer Earth.The seven children, alarmed by the news and determined to help in the battle, ran quickly back to the house — also to warn the villagers of the impending danger. Meanwhile, the wind drew closer. You could hear it from afar — wild and howling. As it passed, the trees bent until their tops brushed the ground. Some swayed, others snapped, and a few were completely uprooted.The people of Strumentopoli, who had begun to feel the wind blowing through the village streets and saw the Great Warrior descending the mountain, grew concerned — but they didn't panic. Everyone grabbed their instruments and rushed toward the house by the stream to help the family who lived there, and together try to save the Great Forest.At the same time, the colorful fish arrived — united and determined — along with the other animals of the woods and stream.“All together we can form a barrier and block the wind!” they shouted in unison.At that moment, the children of the family — still out of breath from running — stepped forward and said:“We have our babbo's instruments too. They're strange, a bit out of tune… but if we all play together, maybe we can stop the storm.” And with that, they rushed into the house and came back out in no time at all.The gnomes, fully aware of the instruments' flaws, cast a powerful musical spell. When the children began to play, something magical happened. For the first time, the music was melodious, harmonious, and full of feeling.One by one, all the people of Strumentopoli joined in. Each person, with their own instrument, contributed as if they were all part of one great orchestra.The hurricane wind — engaged in a fierce battle with the Great Warrior of the Mountain — heard the music from afar and immediately began to calm. Its howling softened, and by the time it reached the forest, it had become a cool mountain gust, and finally… a gentle valley breeze.The wind had become part of that marvelous orchestra — the battle was won thanks to everyone. Each had offered their own music and helped bring about the victory.“United we are strong,” they all said proudly.The babbo luthier continued building instruments with the finest wood the forest had to offer. They were so beautiful and sounded so good that people said they were the most melodic ever heard.The children — Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo, and Ukulele — joined the village band. At every festival, they played with great success, cheered on by applause and warm smiles. Even the gnomes and the Great Warrior listened to their music… from the forest and the mountain.The colorful fish swam and danced happily in the stream, and when someone passed by, they greeted them with joyful splashes.The family continued to live near the Great Forest, and on summer evenings, when everything finally grew quiet, they would lie along the stream and watch the stars above. Their hearts would tell stories… and the night would write the happy ending of every tale.-- Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

In episode 134 of Cybersecurity Where You Are, Sean Atkinson is joined by Randy Rose, VP of Security Operations & Intelligence at the Center for Internet Security® (CIS®); and Timothy Davis, Lead Cyber Threat Intelligence (CTI) Analyst at CIS. Together, they discuss how generative artificial intelligence (GenAI) lowers the barrier of entry for cyber threat actors (CTAs). Here are some highlights from our episode:01:37. CTAs' use of GenAI to improve their existing campaigns03:38. The need for CTI teams to look beyond language in analyzing GenAI-enabled threats07:22. The evolving impact of GenAI on phishing campaigns, malware development, deepfakes, and malicious Artificial Intelligence as a Service (AIaaS) offerings12:28. How GenAI increases the the speed at which CTAs can scale their efforts17:29. Technical barriers and other limitations that shape CTAs' use of GenAI22:46. A historical perspective of AI-enabled cybersecurity and how GenAI can support cybersecurity awareness training26:50. The cybersecurity benefits of AI and machine learning (ML) capabilities for clustering data29:05. What the future might hold for GenAI from an offensive and defensive perspectiveResourcesThe Evolving Role of Generative Artificial Intelligence in the Cyber Threat LandscapeEpisode 89: How Threat Actors Are Using GenAI as an EnablerEpisode 95: AI Augmentation and Its Impact on Cyber Defense12 CIS Experts' Cybersecurity Predictions for 2025CIS Critical Security Controls®Multi-State Information Sharing and Analysis Center®If you have some feedback or an idea for an upcoming episode of Cybersecurity Where You Are, let us know by emailing podcast@cisecurity.org.

La Mongolfiera Di VetroChe magnifica luna piena!Aprile inoltrato.La Valle di San Fernando brillava dolcemente.Piccole luci lampeggiavano piano,come lucciole elettriche nei sogni d'estate.In un piccolo giardino,sotto un vecchio limone saggio,stava per succedere qualcosa di speciale.Perché gli alberi di limone, sapete,nascondono delicati segreti;sussurri magici, pazientemente custodititra i loro frutti, fiori e rami.In alto, al sicuro,il Signor e la Signora Colibrì aspettavano.Piccoli cuori vibranti di speranza.Guardavano attenti,mentre piccole uova si incrinavano, sussurravano e si schiudevanosotto il cielo caldo della California.Jack e Sally arrivarono.Inizialmente con gli occhi chiusi,riposando tranquilli sotto il calore della mamma.I giorni passavano lievemente.Presto gli occhi si aprirono ele piume crescevano, distendendosi delicatamente.Dal loro nido contemplavano con meravigliail mondo vivace del giardino:uccelli che cantavano, fiori che mormoravano,api che ronzavano incessantemente e scoiattoli che si rincorrevano felici saltando da un albero all'altro come se avessero bevuto un po' troppo caffè, ma proprio troppo davvero!"Calmatevi un po'," esclamò Sally con coraggio dal nido."Stiamo ancora imparando come si fa a essere colibrì!"Il giardino tacque per un attimo,sorrise silenziosamente,e rispose gentilmente,"Benvenuto, Jack! Benvenuta, Sally! Benvenuti nella Valle!"I giorni si trasformarono in settimane. Sally stese le ali,piccole piume si facevano ogni ora più forti,esercitandosi e preparandosiper toccare il cielo dei suoi sogni.Finalmente, il grande giorno arrivò."Guardami, Jack!" cantò Sally gioiosa,e con un battito coraggioso, lasciò il nido.Volò, piano all'inizio, poi più veloce,girando, ridendo, librandosisopra i fiori e sotto i rami,mentre tutto il giardino applaudiva e tifava.Jack guardò dal nido, silenzioso.La sua ala sinistra, accuratamente ripiegata,era ancora incerta.Il giardino trattenne il respiro, felice per Sally,ma delicatamente preoccupato per Jack."Arriverà anche il tuo momento, caro," sussurrò piano la signora Colibrì,baciando Jack sulla fronte. "Credici."Quella stessa notte, mentre le stelle riempivano il cielo,Jack fissò la piccola Mongolfiera di Vetro che, appesa ad un ramo del limone, oscillava dolcemente nella brezza serale.Una decorazione, un tramonto imprigionato,illuminata dolcemente da dentro dalle fiamme danzanti che, forse erano finte,ma solo se non si credeva nella magia. Jack ci credeva.Si equilibrò con attenzione, saltellando piano, coraggiosamente, di ramo in ramo,verso il pallone luminoso che continuava a danzare mosso dal vento come se stesse volando nel cielo.Senza esitazione, saltò dentro la piccola cesta. All'improvviso, scintille brillarono. Vortici danzarono.La magia si risvegliò sotto le piume, mentre la Mongolfiera di Vetro saliva, alzandosi lentamente nell'aria della sera."Jack!" esclamò Sally, gli occhi pieni di stupore.Volò subito accanto a lui, ridendo.Insieme si librarono, volteggiando felici,mentre il giardino applaudiva più forte che mai.Persino il signore e la signora Colibrì sbatterono gli occhi, stupiti,sorridendo fieri dei loro coraggiosi figli."Sai," disse un gufo anziano,sorridendo saggiamente da un ramo vicino,"se segui il tramonto, attraverso il canyon, arriverai al Grande Oceano Blu."Il cuore di Jack vibrò di coraggio."Vieni con me, Sally!" disse, gli occhi brillanti.E Sally non esitò. Si unì a Jack sulla mongolfierae insieme volarono più in alto e più lontano,oltre la valle, sopra tortuosi canyons,verso raggi dorati che si fondevano con il blu infinito.L'oceano apparve, scintillante e senza fine,le onde sussurravano dolcemente segreti illuminati lievemente da quel che rimaneva di un tramonto.Sotto, il molo di Malibù brillava caldo e accogliente,accarezzato dall'Oceano Pacifico e dal vento. Tutta la baia dava il benvenuto ai coraggiosi avventurieri.Jack respirò profondamente, col cuore pieno.Aveva trovato il suo modo di volare, di librarsi in cielo,non cercando di essere come gli altri,ma abbracciando ciò che era veramente.Perché non sono i limiti a definirci,ma il nostro coraggio di sognare,la nostra volontà di credere,e la magia che portiamo dentro.Perché niente, ma proprio niente, può fermare chi osa sognare.-- Scritta da Marco Ciappelli  Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

What a magnificent full moon!Late April.The San Fernando Valley shimmered gently.Tiny lights flickered softly,like electric fireflies in summer dreams.In a small garden,beneath an old wise lemon tree,something special was about to happen.Because lemon trees, you know,hide delicate secrets;magical whispers, patiently guardedamong their fruits, flowers and branches.Up high, safe and sound,Mr and Mrs Hummingbird waited.Little hearts vibrating with hope.They watched carefully,as small eggs cracked, whispered and hatchedunder California's warm sky.Jack and Sally arrived.At first with their eyes closed,resting peacefully in the warmth of their mother.Days passed gently.Soon their eyes opened andfeathers grew, stretching softly.From their nest they gazed with wonderat the lively world of the garden:birds singing, flowers murmuring,bees buzzing tirelesslyand squirrels chasing each other merrily,leaping from tree to treeas if they'd had a little too much coffee;far too much, in fact!“Calm down a bit,” exclaimed Sally bravely from the nest.“We're still learning how to be hummingbirds!”The garden fell silent for a moment,smiled quietly,and kindly replied,“Welcome, Jack! Welcome, Sally! Welcome to the Valley!”Days turned into weeks. Sally stretched her wings,tiny feathers growing stronger by the hour,training and preparingto reach the sky of her dreams.At last, the big day came.“Watch me, Jack!” sang Sally joyfully,and with a brave flutter, she left the nest.She flew—slowly at first, then faster;twirling, laughing, gliding above the flowers and below the branches,while the whole garden cheered and clapped.Jack watched from the nest, silent.His left wing, carefully folded, was still unsure.The garden held its breath, happy for Sally,but gently concerned for Jack.“Your moment will come too, dear,” whispered Mrs Hummingbird softly,kissing Jack on the forehead. “Believe in it.”That very night, as stars filled the sky,Jack stared at the little Glass Hot-Air Balloon that,hanging from a branch of the lemon tree,swayed gently in the evening breeze.An ornament, a sunset trapped,gently lit from within by dancing flames that, perhaps, were fake,but only if you didn't believe in magic.Jack believed.He balanced carefully, hopping softly,bravely, from branch to branch,towards the glowing balloon that kept on dancing in the windas if it were flying through the sky.Without hesitation, he jumped into the tiny basket.Suddenly, sparks shimmered. Whirls danced.Magic awakened beneath his feathers,as the Glass Hot-Air Balloon rose,lifting slowly into the evening air.“Jack!” exclaimed Sally, eyes full of wonder.She flew right up next to him, laughing.Together they soared, joyfully twirling,while the garden clapped louder than ever.Even Mr and Mrs Hummingbird blinked in astonishment,smiling proudly at their brave children.“You know,” said an old owl,smiling wisely from a nearby branch,“if you follow the sunset, through the canyon,you'll reach the Great Blue Ocean.”Jack's heart fluttered with courage.“Come with me, Sally!” he said, eyes shining.And Sally didn't hesitate.She joined Jack on the hot-air balloonand together they flew higher and farther,beyond the valley, over winding canyons,towards golden rays blending with endless blue.The ocean appeared—glittering, infinite;the waves whispering gentle secretslit softly by what was left of the sunset.Below, the Malibu pier glowed warm and welcoming,caressed by the Pacific Ocean and the breeze.The whole bay greeted the brave adventurers.Jack breathed deeply, heart full.He had found his way to fly, to soar in the sky;not by trying to be like the others,but by embracing who he truly was.Because it's not our limits that define us,but our courage to dream,our will to believe,and the magic we carry within.Because nothing,absolutely nothing,can stop those who dare to dream.- Written by Marco Ciappelli Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

As transatlantic tensions over technology and AI regulation intensify, emerging powers like China, Saudi Arabia, and the United Arab Emirates are seeking to assert their dominance in the tech domain. Rym Momtaz sat down with Sinan Ülgen and Sam Winter-Levy to discuss the dual-use nature of generative AI and large language models and how they might be misused by malign actors. [00:00:00] Intro, [00:01:28] Generative AI and Large Language Models, [00:11:57] The Efforts in Regulating Generative AI, [00:19:23] The Future of the Tech SectorSinan Ülgen, January 27, 2025, “The World According to Generative Artificial Intelligence,” Carnegie Europe.Sinan Ülgen, August 13, 2024, “Turkey's Instagram Spat Shows the Limits of Global Content Governance,” Financial Times.Sam Winter-Levy, Sophia Besch, January 30, 2025 “How Will AI Export Policies Redefine U.S. Global Influence?” The World Unpacked, Carnegie Endowment for International Peace.Sam Winter-Levy, Matt Sheehan, January 28, 2025, “Chips, China, and a Lot of Money: The Factors Driving the DeepSeek AI Turmoil,” Emissary, Carnegie Endowment for International Peace.Sam Winter-Levy, January 24, 2025, “The United Arab Emirates' AI Ambitions,” Center for Strategic and International Studies.Sam Winter-Levy, January 13, 2025, “With Its Latest Rule, the U.S. Tries to Govern AI's Global Spread,” Carnegie Endowment for International Peace.Sam Winter-Levy, December 13, 2024, “The AI Export Dilemma: Three Competing Visions for U.S. Strategy,” Carnegie Endowment for International Peace.Sam Winter-Levy, September 20, 2024, “Silicon Valley Hasn't Revolutionized Warfare—Yet,” Foreign Policy.

In this episode, host Stephen Goldsmith is joined by Harvard Business School professor and former mayoral Chief of Staff Mitch Weiss, who talks with him and Boston CIO Santi Garces about the transformative power of artificial intelligence and GenAI. Using Weiss's framing of possibility government, they discuss current and future uses of AI in city government and why cities should focus on transformative problems. Music credit: Summer-Man by KetsaAbout Data-Smart City SolutionsData-Smart City Solutions, housed at the Bloomberg Center for Cities at Harvard University, is working to catalyze the adoption of data projects on the local government level by serving as a central resource for cities interested in this emerging field. We highlight best practices, top innovators, and promising case studies while also connecting leading industry, academic, and government officials. Our research focus is the intersection of government and data, ranging from open data and predictive analytics to civic engagement technology. We seek to promote the combination of integrated, cross-agency data with community data to better discover and preemptively address civic problems. To learn more visit us online and join us on Twitter, Bluesky, Facebook, or LinkedIn.

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La Tribù delle Scarpe Erranti | Parte Tre e Quattro: L'Inverno, la Primavera e il RitornoTrascorsa l'estate splendente di luce e l'autunno piovigginoso ma affascinante nei suoi colori, la Tribù delle Scarpe Erranti ripartì per nuove avventure misteriose, sorprendenti e, naturalmente, un po' pericolose. Più decise che mai, pronte a superare ogni prova, ripresero il loro viaggio.L'inverno non si fece attendere: a dicembre arrivò la prima neve sulle montagne. La Tribù salì su un pullman diretto alle Dolomiti, dove i monti innevati all'orizzonte le aspettavano. Appena sistemate in albergo, l'entusiasmo prese il sopravvento. Non vedevano l'ora di tuffarsi nella neve fresca e costruire un gigantesco pupazzo di neve! Si misero subito all'opera, accumulando palate su palate di neve. Con una scaletta, scalino dopo scalino, raggiunsero l'altezza del viso. Due palline per occhi, una carota per naso, una pipa in bocca e una sciarpa avvolta intorno al collo: era perfetto!“Brrr! Che freddo!” — esclamò una di loro, e tutte, guardandosi le punte, si accorsero che erano completamente congelate.“Qui ci vuole un miracolo!” — dichiarò una scarpa con aria solenne.“Magari un termosifone portatile…” — mormorò un'altra con i lacci tremanti.Decisero di chiamare il Soccorso Alpino, che arrivò con un jet supersonico carico di borse d'acqua calda, tè bollente e coperte termiche. Ma proprio in quel momento, la stazione meteorologica situata su una navetta spaziale in cima alla montagna segnalò l'arrivo di una violenta bufera di neve. La Tribù, preoccupata, chiese di tornare subito a valle, ma il jet non poteva trasportarle in modo tradizionale. L'unica soluzione? Catapultarle come palle di neve avvolte nelle coperte termiche!“Ehm… scusate, ma qualcuno ha mai provato questo sistema prima?” — chiese una delle scarpe con sospetto.“No, ma che vuoi che succeda?” — rispose un'altra.“Male che vada, ci spalmeremo sulla neve come marmellata su una fetta di pane!”Il volo fu rocambolesco: rimbalzarono contro una cabinovia, fecero roteare in aria un paio di aquile e avvoltoi che, sorpresi, esclamarono: “Oh! Oh!”Fortunatamente, gli abeti della montagna offrirono loro un morbido atterraggio con i rami innevati. Le scarpe atterrarono slacciate, un po' ammaccate, ma salve.“Mi sa che abbiamo inventato il primo sport estremo per calzature,” — commentò una, ancora stordita.Gli abitanti del borgo sottostante le trovarono e, colpiti dalla loro storia, le portarono dal vecchio calzolaio del paese. L'uomo, con decenni di esperienza nella riparazione di scarpe da montagna, rimase inizialmente perplesso nel vedere quel gruppo colorato e malandato. Quella notte, il calzolaio non riuscì a dormire, riflettendo su come aggiustarle. All'alba, con determinazione, si mise al lavoro.“No, no, aiuto! Mi farai male!” — protestò la scarpa viola alla vista degli attrezzi.“Ma figurati!” — rispose il calzolaio con un sorriso. “Sono anni che rimetto a nuovo scarponi da montagna. Farò di te una scarpa nuova di zecca, fidati!” E così, con mani esperte, cucì, incollò e ravvivò i colori, lavorando con passione finché tutte le scarpe tornarono splendenti.La Tribù trascorse giorni felici nel borgo. Con il Natale alle porte, aiutarono a decorare le strade illuminate, gli alberi innevati e le vetrine dei negozi. Ormai tutti conoscevano la loro storia e le chiamavano a destra e a sinistra per consigli sugli addobbi e l'atmosfera era magica e festosa.Presto, le giornate si fecero più luminose e si percepiva nell'aria il risveglio della primavera. L'avventura sulla neve era ormai alle spalle, ma una nuova sfida era pronta ad aspettarle. La Tribù cominciava a sentire la mancanza della città da cui era partita e decise di tornare. Si misero in marcia una dietro l'altra e alla prima rotatoria presero la strada giusta. Seguirono il percorso di un ruscello e, dopo un lungo tragitto, si fermarono sulla riva a riposare.Entrarono a filo d'acqua per rinfrescarsi, quando una di loro, più scaltra delle altre, notò qualcosa di strano sotto alcuni rami secchi.“Venite, venite!” — chiamò.Le altre corsero curiose e, con un grande sforzo, riuscirono a raddrizzare ciò che si rivelò essere una vecchia barchetta di legno rovesciata. Saltarono su spintonandosi.“Passo prima io!”“No, prima io!”Bisticciavano fra di loro inciampando nei lacci, ma considerato che erano un po' stanche a forza di camminare, presero ognuna il proprio posto. Ben presto si accorsero di un problema.“Ehm… qualcuno ha visto i remi?”“Oh no! E ora come facciamo a muoverci?”Proprio in quel momento, un luccio lucente e una carpa gigante emersero dalle onde spumeggianti e, senza dire una parola, spinsero la barchetta facendola scivolare sull'acqua fino a sollevarla in aria.“Ma… è magia!” — esclamò una scarpa, incredula.Quando il ruscello si allargò in un fiume, intravidero in lontananza la loro città. I due straordinari pesci le fecero sbarcare sulla riva e, in un battito di ciglia, scomparvero tra i riflessi dorati dell'acqua.“Perdindirindina, cosa è successo?” — esclamarono tutte.Ancora incredule e silenziose, si avviarono verso il grande parco alberato della città. Distese sull'erba, guardarono il cielo azzurro e si resero conto di quanto gli fosse mancato il grande negozio affollato e il via vai della gente. Fu allora che notarono qualcosa di strano. Per la prima volta, osservarono con attenzione l'insegna luminosa sopra l'ingresso: “Grandi Magazzini Sorelle Soletta”Si guardarono tra loro incredule. La Streghetta Soletta… era la proprietaria del negozio!Una volta sistemate sugli scaffali, con i lacci ben tirati e le suole lucidate, le scarpe si guardarono tra loro sorridendo.“Che avventura ragazzi…” — disse la scarpa viola con un sospiro.“Eh già,” — rispose quella rossa, “ma quanto è bello tornare qui!”“Con tutto il rispetto per le aquile, i calzolai e i pesci volanti… niente batte il profumo del negozio al mattino,” — aggiunse la scarpa blu con aria sognante.“E poi qui abbiamo le tende, i camerini, e i clienti che ci provano con cura…”“…senza contare la Streghetta Soletta che ci protegge e ci osserva!” Si misero tutte a ridere.“Insomma,” — concluse quella con i lacci dorati,“viaggiare è bellissimo, ma tornare a casa lo è ancora di più.”E da quel giorno, ogni volta che un cliente, bambino o adulto, sceglieva una di loro, partiva un'altra storia. Ma questa… ovviamente… è un'altra avventura! Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

The Tribe of the Wandering Shoes | Part Three & Four | Winter, Spring, and the ReturnAfter a summer shining with light and an autumn drizzly but fascinating in its colors, the Tribe of the Wandering Shoes set off again for new adventures—mysterious, surprising, and of course, a little dangerous. More determined than ever, ready to overcome any challenge, they resumed their journey Winter didn't take long to arrive: in December, the first snow fell on the mountains. The Tribe boarded a coach headed to the Dolomites, where the snow-covered peaks waited for them on the horizon. As soon as they settled into the hotel, excitement took over. They couldn't wait to dive into the fresh snow and build a giant snowman! They got straight to work, shoveling pile after pile of snow. With a little ladder, step by step, they reached the height of the face. Two buttons for eyes, a carrot for a nose, a pipe in the mouth, and a scarf wrapped around the neck—it was perfect!“Brrr! It's freezing!” — exclaimed one of them, and they all looked down at their tips and saw they were completely frozen.“We need a miracle!” — declared one shoe with a solemn tone.“Maybe a portable radiator…” — mumbled another, her laces trembling.They decided to call the Alpine Rescue Team, which arrived with a supersonic jet packed with hot water bottles, boiling tea, and thermal blankets. But just then, the weather station—mounted on a space ship at the top of the mountain—reported a severe snowstorm on the way. The Tribe, worried, asked to return immediately to the valley, but the jet couldn't transport them in the traditional way. The only solution? Catapult them down like snowballs wrapped in thermal blankets!“Um… excuse me, but has anyone ever tried this system before?” — asked one shoe, suspicious.“No, but what could possibly go wrong?” — replied another.“Worst case, we'll end up spread across the snow like jam on toast!”The flight was wild: they bounced off a cable car, spun an eagle and a couple of vultures into the air, who, surprised, exclaimed, “Oh! Oh!”Fortunately, the mountain pines gave them a soft landing with their snowy branches. The shoes landed unlaced, a bit bruised, but safe.“I think we just invented the first extreme sport for footwear,” — commented one, still dizzy.The villagers in the valley found them and, touched by their story, brought them to the old cobbler in town. The man, with decades of experience repairing mountain shoes, was initially puzzled to see such a colorful and battered bunch. That night, the cobbler couldn't sleep, wondering how to fix them. At dawn, with determination, he got to work.“No, no, help! You're going to hurt me!” — protested the purple shoe at the sight of the tools.“Oh please!” — said the cobbler with a smile.“I've been bringing mountain boots back to life for years. You'll be brand new, trust me!”And so, with expert hands, he stitched, glued, and brightened their colors, working passionately until every shoe looked spectacular again.The Tribe spent happy days in the village. With Christmas around the corner, they helped decorate the lit-up streets, snow-covered trees, and shop windows. By then, everyone knew their story and called them left and right for advice on decorations, and the atmosphere was magical and festive.Soon, the days grew brighter and you could feel the awakening of spring in the air. Their snowy adventure was behind them, but a new challenge was waiting ahead. The Tribe started to miss the city they had left and decided to go back. They marched in single file and took the right road at the first roundabout. They followed a little stream and, after a long walk, stopped by the bank to rest. They stepped into the shallow water to cool off, when one of them, sharper than the others, noticed something strange beneath some dry branches.“Come here, come here!” — she called out.The others rushed over curiously, and with great effort, they managed to flip over what turned out to be an old wooden boat. They jumped in, nudging each other.“I'm going first!”“No, me first!”They bickered, tripping over their own laces, but since they were a bit tired from walking, each one took her place. Soon, they noticed a problem.“Um… has anyone seen the oars?”“Oh no! Now how do we move?”Just then, a shiny pike and a giant shimmering carp emerged from the foamy waves and, without saying a word, began to push the boat, gliding it along the stream and lifting it into the air.“But… this is magic!” — gasped one shoe, amazed.As the stream widened into a river, they spotted their city in the distance. The two extraordinary fish dropped them off on the shore and, in the blink of an eye, vanished into the golden reflections of the water.“Good gracious, what just happened?” — they all exclaimed.Still stunned and silent, they headed toward the big tree-lined park in the city. Lying in the grass, they looked up at the blue sky and realized just how much they had missed their busy store and the bustling crowd. That's when they noticed something strange.For the first time, they looked carefully at the glowing sign above the entrance: “Sorelle Soletta Department Store”They stared at each other, wide-eyed. The Little Witch Soletta… was the owner of the shop!Once placed back on the shelves, with their laces tied tight and their soles polished, the shoes smiled at one another.“What an adventure, folks…” — sighed the purple shoe.“Oh yeah,” — replied the red one, “but it's so nice to be back here!”“With all due respect to eagles, cobblers, and flying fish… nothing beats the smell of the shop in the morning,” — added the blue shoe dreamily.“And here we've got curtains, changing rooms, and customers who try us on gently…”“…not to mention Little Witch Soletta watching over us!” They all burst out laughing. “In the end,” — concluded the one with golden laces, “traveling is wonderful… but coming home is even better.”And from that day on, every time a child or an adult chose one of them, a new story began.But that one… well… that's another adventure! Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

The Wondrous Vegetable ShopWith the arrival of spring, beneath the soft mantle of the earth, tubers and roots began to awaken. The carrots stretched their orange tips with their green tufts. The round and plump potatoes whispered among themselves.“I can feel the warmth of the sun even down here,” said a deep red beetroot. “Doesn't it seem like the perfect moment to show ourselves to the world?”“You're right!” an enthusiastic onion replied. “Enough of staying down here! I want to shine on the shelves of a beautiful shop.”So, they began their journey toward the surface. The earth gently parted to let those cheerful and determined roots pass through. Once they emerged, they started strolling carefree among the olive trees of the Tuscan hills, chatting happily about their new adventure.Along their path, some sparrows hopped on the branches and, seeing the lively and chatty group, immediately chirped: “Chirp, chirp, chirp! Where are you going, fragrant vegetables?”“To find the most special shop in town and put ourselves on display,” they replied.A farmer, who had cultivated with passion for many years and cared deeply about the quality of his produce, noticed them and gently gathered them. He placed them in a basket and took them to a shop in Sesto Fiorentino, well known for its dedication to the finest products of the land.Above the shop's window, the sign read: THE WONDROUS VEGETABLE SHOP.In baskets lovingly arranged, the carrots displayed their vibrant orange color, the potatoes gleamed, and even the onions proudly showed off their shining hues. The radishes giggled and happily put themselves on display as well.Customers couldn't resist such a spectacle of colors and scents and stopped, enchanted, saying: “What spectacular vegetables! Now this is a well-stocked and high-quality shop!”The vegetables were delighted to be appreciated and purchased—they knew they would bring flavors and smiles to every kitchen with delicious dishes. Full of taste and nutrients, they were happy to be healthy and wholesome ingredients for everyone, from the youngest to the oldest, bringing to the table the joy and warmth of a meal shared with family and friends, following Italian tradition.And so, buon appetito to everyone!________________________________________________________________________Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available.Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

The Wondrous Vegetable ShopWith the arrival of spring, beneath the soft mantle of the earth, tubers and roots began to awaken. The carrots stretched their orange tips with their green tufts. The round and plump potatoes whispered among themselves.“I can feel the warmth of the sun even down here,” said a deep red beetroot. “Doesn't it seem like the perfect moment to show ourselves to the world?”“You're right!” an enthusiastic onion replied. “Enough of staying down here! I want to shine on the shelves of a beautiful shop.”So, they began their journey toward the surface. The earth gently parted to let those cheerful and determined roots pass through. Once they emerged, they started strolling carefree among the olive trees of the Tuscan hills, chatting happily about their new adventure.Along their path, some sparrows hopped on the branches and, seeing the lively and chatty group, immediately chirped: “Chirp, chirp, chirp! Where are you going, fragrant vegetables?”“To find the most special shop in town and put ourselves on display,” they replied.A farmer, who had cultivated with passion for many years and cared deeply about the quality of his produce, noticed them and gently gathered them. He placed them in a basket and took them to a shop in Sesto Fiorentino, well known for its dedication to the finest products of the land.Above the shop's window, the sign read: THE WONDROUS VEGETABLE SHOP.In baskets lovingly arranged, the carrots displayed their vibrant orange color, the potatoes gleamed, and even the onions proudly showed off their shining hues. The radishes giggled and happily put themselves on display as well.Customers couldn't resist such a spectacle of colors and scents and stopped, enchanted, saying: “What spectacular vegetables! Now this is a well-stocked and high-quality shop!”The vegetables were delighted to be appreciated and purchased—they knew they would bring flavors and smiles to every kitchen with delicious dishes. Full of taste and nutrients, they were happy to be healthy and wholesome ingredients for everyone, from the youngest to the oldest, bringing to the table the joy and warmth of a meal shared with family and friends, following Italian tradition.And so, buon appetito to everyone! Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

La bottega delle meraviglie vegetali Con l'arrivo della primavera, sotto il soffice manto della terra, i tuberi e le radici iniziarono a svegliarsi. Le carote stiracchiavano le loro punte arancioni con il ciuffo verde. Le patate rotonde e paffute sussurravano fra di loro.“Sento il tepore del sole anche qui sotto,” disse una barbabietola tutta rossa. “Non vi sembra il momento perfetto per mostrarci al mondo?”“Hai ragione!” rispose entusiasta una cipolla. “Basta restare qui sotto! Voglio brillare tra gli scaffali di un bel negozio.”Così si misero in movimento verso la superficie. La terra si apriva dolcemente per far passare quelle radici allegre e decise. Una volta emerse, iniziarono a passeggiare spensierate tra gli olivi delle colline di Querceto, chiacchierando contente della loro nuova avventura.Lungo il loro cammino, dei passerotti saltavano sui rami e, vedendo l'allegra brigata chiacchierona, subito cinguettarono: “Cip, cip, cip! Dove andate, belle verdure profumate?”“A cercare il negozio più speciale del paese per metterci in mostra,” risposero.Un contadino, che da tanti anni coltivava con passione e si prendeva cura della qualità dei suoi prodotti, le notò e, con delicatezza, le raccolse. Le sistemò in un cesto e le portò fino al negozio di Sesto Fiorentino, che conosceva bene per la sua attenzione ai migliori prodotti della terra.Sull'insegna sopra la vetrina c'era scritto: LA BOTTEGA DELLE MERAVIGLIE VEGETALI.Nelle ceste curate con amore, le carote sfoggiavano il loro arancio vivace, le patate brillavano e persino le cipolle si pavoneggiavano con le loro sfumature lucenti. Anche i ravanelli ridacchiavano e si mettevano in mostra contenti. I clienti non potevano resistere a quello spettacolo di colori e profumi e si fermavano incantati dicendo: “Che verdure spettacolari! Questo sì che è un negozio ben fornito e di qualità.”Le verdure erano soddisfatte di essere apprezzate e comprate — sapevano che avrebbero regalato sapori e sorrisi in ogni cucina con piatti prelibati. Ricche di gusto e nutrienti, erano felici di essere ingredienti sani e genuini per tutti, dai più piccoli ai più grandi, portando in tavola la gioia e il calore di un pasto condiviso in famiglia e con amici, secondo la tradizione italiana.E allora, buon appetito a tutti quanti.  Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

In this episode, host Stephen Goldsmith is joined by MIT Professor Sarah Williams and Boston CIO Santi Garces to explore the ways that generative AI is transforming how cities - and residents - use data. Williams shares insights from her work at the Civic Data Design Lab, discussing how GenAI can help make sense of vast amounts of qualitative data, from city council minutes to community feedback. Garces reflects on the opportunities and challenges of integrating AI into municipal decision-making and civic engagement. Together, they highlight the potential for community-driven, small language models that empower residents and make city services more transparent and effective.Music credit: Summer-Man by KetsaAbout Data-Smart City SolutionsData-Smart City Solutions, housed at the Bloomberg Center for Cities at Harvard University, is working to catalyze the adoption of data projects on the local government level by serving as a central resource for cities interested in this emerging field. We highlight best practices, top innovators, and promising case studies while also connecting leading industry, academic, and government officials. Our research focus is the intersection of government and data, ranging from open data and predictive analytics to civic engagement technology. We seek to promote the combination of integrated, cross-agency data with community data to better discover and preemptively address civic problems. To learn more visit us online and join us on Twitter, Bluesky, Facebook, or LinkedIn.

SU UNA PANCHINA IN ATTESA DEL TRENOAlla Stazione del Paese, sotto una lunga pensilina di legno, rotaie d'acciaio a destra e a sinistra permettevano ai treni di sfrecciare velocissimi. Ma ogni tanto, alcuni si fermavano e ripartivano senza esitazione, dopo aver fatto scendere e salire i passeggeri.Il nonno aveva promesso più volte al nipote di portarlo a visitare la stazione ferroviaria vicino a casa, ed era proprio lì, in piedi sul marciapiede accanto a lui, che per la prima volta aspettava l'arrivo di un treno. Dopo qualche minuto si sentì un campanello seguito dall'annuncio dell'arrivo.“Treno numero 75265 in arrivo sul binario 2. Viene da quel posto per andare in quell'altro. Fate attenzione e salite se è il vostro. Aspetta poco perché è in ritardo, tanto per cambiare...”Dopo poco, la locomotiva si avvicinò rapidamente e, rallentando, arrivò di fronte a loro in un attimo.Il bambino non aveva mai visto nulla di così impressionante. Aggrappandosi ai pantaloni del nonno, si nascose e urlò:“Aiuto, aiuto, aiuto!”Ai suoi occhi il treno appariva come un gigante di ferro, decorato con strani disegni e incredibilmente misterioso. Una macchina viaggiante su rotaie. Un lungo serpente meccanico, veloce come una saetta: impressionante e sconosciuto, ma allo stesso tempo affascinante.I passeggeri in arrivo scesero dalle porte aperte dei vagoni, e quelli pronti per la partenza salivano subito dopo. Altri andavano avanti e indietro con il loro bagaglio, controllando gli orari sui tabelloni luminosi e montando sul treno che li avrebbe portati dove desideravano.“Forse non è un mostro come sembra. Gli adulti non hanno paura come me.”Pensava il bambino, facendosi coraggio e guardando il nonno, che gli sorrideva prendendolo per mano. Rimasero per un po' alla stazione, seduti sulla panchina a guardare i treni passare, il capostazione che fischiava e la gente che andava e veniva.Sul tramonto, il nonno comprò due gelati alla fragola e pistacchio dal bar della stazione e, gustandoseli, si incamminarono felici verso casa. Alcuni giorni dopo era il compleanno del nipote. Il nonno non aveva avuto dubbi sul regalo. Tornarono alla stazione e, una volta procuratisi due biglietti, gli disse:“Adesso sei abbastanza grande per viaggiare, quindi partiamo per questa tua prima avventura. E vedrai quante ne vivrai quando diventerai grande.”I biglietti erano piuttosto particolari. Infatti, quando il nonno aveva fatto presente che erano per il primo viaggio del nipotino, l'impiegato allo sportello chiamò il Capo Stazione che, una volta aggiornato sulla situazione, tirò fuori dal taschino due biglietti colorati con scritto sopra:Destinazione: Stazione Fine Della CorsaTreno Numero 18674Validi per Andata e RitornoBinario: 2 e 1/2, quasi 3Validi se c'è il sole, piove, nevica, o tira ventoPopcorn e souvenir ricordo inclusi“Boh, che strano.”Pensò il nonno, grattandosi la testa sotto il cappello.“Ma come tutti sanno bene, del Capo Stazione ci si può fidare.”Quindi prese per mano il nipotino e si incamminarono verso il Binario 2 e 1/2, quasi 3.Alcune panchine erano occupate da passeggeri in attesa, ma una era libera e così si sedettero l'uno vicino all'altro. L'emozione vibrava nell'aria come stormi di uccelli migranti verso terre lontane, e l'immaginazione per l'avventura che stava per iniziare cominciò a prendere forma, mentre un venticello leggero sfiorava i loro volti.Il treno era in arrivo!Un fischio, uno stridio dei freni mentre la locomotiva rallentava, e poi il ronzio dei motori. L'annuncio vocale confermò l'arrivo e la destinazione esatta:“Attenzione, attenzione, Treno Numero 18674 in stazione. Partenza imminente per destinazione: Stazione Fine Della Corsa. Tempo incerto durante il viaggio, ma va bene così perché tanto non ci si può far niente. Popcorn caldi e croccanti serviti per tutta la durata del viaggio.”Una volta fermatosi completamente, le portiere si aprirono con un lieve cigolio. Nessuno scese, ma salirono molte persone e in poco tempo tutti i sedili furono occupati, tranne uno in fondo al vagone, dove il nonno si accomodò e il nipote, seduto sulle sue ginocchia, si sentiva al sicuro.Il bambino osservava con attenzione tutto ciò che lo circondava. Nel vagone, alcuni sedili erano girati in avanti ed altri indietro.“Quali seguivano la direzione giusta?”Si chiese per un secondo, ma immediatamente con la sua creatività e fantasia, iniziò a trasformare i viaggiatori in pedine su una scacchiera, pronte per un gioco immaginario.C'era un uomo molto alto e grosso in piedi, all'inizio del vagone, con barba lunga e capelli scuri.“Ecco un orco!”Vicino a lui, una donna paffuta e con lineamenti marcati.“Sicuramente è la signora orca.”Al centro del vagone, una ragazza bionda con occhi celesti intenta a leggere sul telefonino.“Ecco una principessa!”Un uomo super tatuato, con tre orecchini per ogni orecchio e storie incise sulla pelle, aveva un'aria da chi ne ha viste di tutti i colori.“Ecco un esploratore!”Un po' più indietro, una ragazza con un cappello di paglia in testa, grande quasi da coprirle il volto, un abito leggero e braccialetti che le adornavano i polsi:“Ecco una turista!”“Come era possibile collegare in una storia tutti quei personaggi fra di loro così diversi?”Si stava chiedendo mentre il treno iniziò a sbuffare sempre più forte, attraversando pianure, gallerie e colline, finché la voce dell'altoparlante annunciò:“Attenzione, attenzione, il treno è in arrivo alla Stazione Fine Della Corsa. Invitiamo tutti i passeggeri a prepararsi alla discesa.”Un rallentamento, poi una frenata leggera, fino a fermarsi.“Wow! Stupefacente!”Le porte del treno non si aprirono, ma le pareti laterali scesero fino a terra, permettendo ai viaggiatori di camminare direttamente sul marciapiede.Una leggera foschia oscurava la visuale della stazione, ma il gruppo sceso dal treno fu inebriato da un odore di prelibatezze tostate e zucchero filato. Seguendo la dolce scia profumata, raggiunsero una grande piazza con al centro una statua dalla cui bocca gigantesca uscivano getti d'acqua e, tutto intorno, un giardino fantastico.Quando la nebbia si dissolse completamente, uno stormo di pappagalli dai colori brillanti e chiacchierini apparve dal nulla e iniziò a volteggiare. Poi, ad un tratto:“Che sorpresa, guardate chi c'è!”Esclamarono tutti in coro.Mary Poppins, in bicicletta e con il suo inseparabile ombrello, stava pedalando nel giardino.“Perché sei qui?”Chiesero i pappagalli, curiosi e furbetti.“Sono qua a raccogliere, nell'ombrello rovesciato, i desideri dei bambini. Poi i miei amici spazzacamini li riconsegneranno alle loro case, trasformati magicamente in sogni pronti per essere realizzati.”“Craa, craa, anche noi abbiamo un desiderio: volare intorno al mondo senza meta e senza fretta.”“Bene, bene,” rispose Mary Poppins. “Qual è il vostro indirizzo per la consegna dei sogni?”I pappagalli, facendo il girotondo, cantarono:“Craa, craa, la via che non c'è, nella casa invisibile al numero senza numero! Ciao, ciao, Mary Poppins, noi siamo liberi, craa, craa, andiamo a sognar.”Mary sorrise, salutò i pappagalli e se ne andò pedalando.Nel giardino fantastico c'erano bancarelle cariche di dolciumi, giostre per tutte le età, giocattoli incantati sparsi intorno e un carretto delle meraviglie pieno di libri magici che si sfogliavano sfiorandoli con il solo pensiero. C'era anche un albero parlante, con i rami piegati verso il basso, che raccontava fiabe e regalava frutti speciali e succosi da gustare.I pappagalli, svolazzando qua e là, facevano da guide un po' distratte, accompagnando i viaggiatori a destra e a sinistra. Un piccolo gruppo stava seguendo l'uomo che sembrava un orco.Camminava determinato con il suo valigione ed era seguito dalla moglie, che portava una borsa mezza aperta, da cui sbucavano cianfrusaglie di ogni tipo. Dietro di loro c'erano l'esploratore, la principessa dagli occhi azzurri e infine la turista con il cappello di paglia.Guidati dai pappagalli, si dirigevano verso una strana costruzione in fondo alla piazza, ma mentre si avvicinavano si accorsero che era un vecchio teatro trascurato e decadente. Sembrava fuori moda, ma con dettagli architettonici affascinanti. Un odore di polvere e legno antico usciva dal portone socchiuso, contribuendo all'atmosfera particolare del luogo.I cinque strani personaggi non erano altro che attori, pronti ad esibirsi in uno spettacolo di sorprese, illusioni e meraviglie. L'ingresso era libero.Nel teatro, una musica in sottofondo, che si sentiva anche da fuori, li accompagnò fino al palco.L'incanto del luogo e la curiosità spinsero anche tutti gli altri viaggiatori, compreso il nonno e il nipote, ad entrare per assistere a uno spettacolo inaspettato.Non fecero in tempo a prendere posto sulle poltrone consumate dal tempo, che all'improvviso apparvero colombe bianche svolazzanti sopra le loro teste.L'orco si rivelò essere in realtà un mago che, in un batter d'occhio, cambiava i suoi abiti di scena: un solo movimento, un soffio, e pluff! ne indossava un altro e poi un altro ancora.Ai lati del palco, un gioco di specchi trasformava alcuni oggetti in forme contorte, mentre carte nascoste nelle poltrone degli spettatori apparivano e sparivano, mescolandosi magicamente. Ma l'abilità del prestigiatore creava l'illusione d'indovinare sempre la carta scelta dagli spettatori.All'improvviso, come per incanto, apparvero la principessa e l'esploratore. Al loro seguito, scintille di fuoco a forma di stelle invasero il teatro.“Che spettacolo, che meraviglia!”Il palco si illuminò completamente ed il mago, facendo vibrare in aria la sua bacchetta magica, come un direttore d'orchestra, dette vita ad una musica da ballo. Era un valzer e, al suo ritmo, i due attori, ora divenuti ballerini, iniziarono a danzare sulle note. Guidati dal mago, lievitarono in aria facendo acrobazie.Nel frattempo, la moglie del mago, che era un po' maga anche lei, nel centro del palcoscenico aprì la sua borsa di cianfrusaglie e ne uscirono fuori palle, cerchi, birilli. La turista apparve al suo fianco e insieme diedero il via a uno spettacolo di giocoleria a ritmo di musica.Sul finire del valzer, sia i ballerini che i giocolieri svanirono in una nuvola di fumo e luci ed, incredibilmente, anche il palco diventò invisibile.Gli spettatori trattennero il fiato increduli e meravigliati, applaudendo e sorridendo, mentre il Mago Orco ringraziava il pubblico con un inchino.Lo spettacolo si era concluso.Stupefatti ed increduli, i viaggiatori uscirono dal teatro, ma la magia continuò anche durante il loro cammino verso la stazione.Il paese era tutto un incantesimo ed il nipote e il nonno ne erano al centro, protagonisti inaspettati di un'avventura senza tempo. Tanto era grande la meraviglia, che non sapevano neppure da quanto fossero lì.Guidati dai pappagalli svolazzanti, raggiunsero di nuovo la piazza principale insieme a tutti gli altri passeggeri. Dalla stazione, non lontana, segnali luminosi avvisavano della partenza imminente del treno 18674.“Attenzione, attenzione, il Treno numero 18674 è arrivato in stazione. Partenza imminente per destinazione: Stazione di Ritorno. Tempo ancora incerto ma non ci si preoccupa. Popcorn caldi, cartoline di ricordo e bacchetta quasi magica inclusi nel costo del biglietto.”Mentre i viaggiatori salivano a bordo, i pappagalli vibravano nell'aria in segno di saluto, poi volarono via verso l'orizzonte insieme a Mary Poppins.Il treno si mosse lentamente, senza scosse. Dai finestrini, i passeggeri vedevano il paese allontanarsi mentre i vagoni si immergevano di nuovo nella nebbia.In un batter d'occhio, erano già tornati al punto di partenza: la piccola stazione del paese.Era un tardo pomeriggio estivo e i viaggiatori scesero uno dopo l'altro, ancora stupefatti per quel viaggio inaspettato. Tutti bisbigliavano tra loro, scambiandosi impressioni su ciò che avevano vissuto.Il nonno e il nipote decisero di fermarsi a prendere un gelato prima di tornare a casa. Si avvicinarono al bar della stazione e, senza esitazione, ordinarono due coni con i loro gusti preferiti: fragola e pistacchio.Appena presero il gelato, si voltarono verso i binari e rimasero senza parole. Il treno che li aveva accompagnati non c'era più. Ma non solo: anche tutti gli altri viaggiatori erano svaniti nel nulla, senza lasciare alcuna traccia.Da dietro la colonna con l'orologio, il Capo Stazione, con la sua borsetta a tracolla e la paletta in mano, alzò la testa e, con un cenno di saluto, sollevò il cappello sorridendo. Poi si incamminò fischiettando lungo il marciapiede deserto.Il nonno e il bambino lo salutarono con entusiasmo, poi si presero per mano. Mentre gustavano il loro gelato alla fragola e pistacchio, parlavano felici di quella straordinaria avventura.Sembrava quasi fosse stato un sogno.Ma si sa, realtà e fantasia si prendono spesso per mano.Proprio come il nonno e il bambino, mentre camminavano verso casa, immersi nei colori dorati del tramonto. Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

On a Bench, Waiting for the TrainAt the village station, under a long wooden canopy, steel tracks ran on both sides, allowing trains to speed past in a blur. But every now and then, some would stop, only for a moment, before continuing their journey after passengers had disembarked and boarded.Grandfather had promised many times to take his grandson to visit the train station near their home, and now they were finally there. Standing on the platform, the boy waited with eager anticipation—his first time seeing a train arrive.After a few minutes, a bell rang, followed by an announcement:"Train number 75265 arriving on Track 2. Coming from here, going there. Please pay attention and board if it's yours. It won't wait long—it's running late, as usual…"Soon, the locomotive appeared in the distance, approaching rapidly before slowing to a stop in front of them.The boy had never seen anything so overwhelming. Gripping his grandfather's trousers, he shrank back and cried out:"Help, help, help!"To his eyes, the train was a towering iron giant, covered in strange designs, exuding mystery. A moving machine on rails. A long, mechanical serpent, fast as lightning—imposing, unfamiliar, and yet… fascinating.Passengers stepped out of the open carriage doors, while others hurried aboard. Some people rushed back and forth, luggage in hand, checking schedules on glowing boards before boarding their trains to destinations unknown."Maybe it's not a monster after all. The grown-ups aren't scared like I am."The boy tried to be brave, glancing up at his grandfather, who smiled and took his hand. They lingered at the station for a while, sitting on a bench, watching trains come and go, the stationmaster blowing his whistle, the endless movement of travelers.As the sun dipped below the horizon, Grandfather bought two ice creams—strawberry and pistachio—from the station café. Enjoying their sweet treats, they strolled home, hearts light with happiness. A few days later, it was the boy's birthday. Grandfather never had any doubt about what to give him. They returned to the station, and after purchasing two tickets, he said:"Now you're old enough to travel. So today, we set off on your first adventure. And just wait—when you grow up, you'll have so many more!"But these were no ordinary tickets.When the station clerk heard it was the boy's first train journey, he called over the Stationmaster. With a knowing smile, the Stationmaster reached into his pocket and handed them two colorful tickets that read:Destination: End of the Line StationTrain Number: 18674Valid for: Round TripPlatform: 2 and 1/2, almost 3Valid in: Sun, rain, snow, or windIncludes: Popcorn and souvenir"Huh, how odd," Grandfather thought, scratching his head beneath his hat."But everyone knows you can always trust the Stationmaster."And so, hand in hand, they made their way to Platform 2 and 1/2, almost 3.A few benches were occupied by waiting passengers, but one was free. They sat side by side. Excitement buzzed in the air like migrating birds, their imaginations already soaring as a soft breeze brushed their faces.The train was arriving!A whistle. The screech of brakes. The hum of engines. The overhead speakers announced:"Attention, attention! Train Number 18674 is now at the station. Departure imminent for the End of the Line Station. The weather is uncertain, but that's fine—nothing to be done about it anyway. Fresh, crunchy popcorn will be served throughout the journey."The train slowed to a full stop, and with a gentle creak, its doors swung open. No one got off, but many climbed aboard, quickly filling the seats—except for one at the back of the carriage.Grandfather settled into it, placing his grandson on his lap. The boy felt safe there.With wide eyes, he took in the strange world around him. Some seats faced forward, others backward."Which ones were pointing the right way?"He wondered for a moment, then, with a spark of imagination, transformed the passengers into pieces on a grand chessboard, ready for a fantastic game.A tall, broad-shouldered man with a long beard stood at the front."Aha! An ogre!"Beside him, a plump woman with strong features."Definitely the ogress!"At the center, a blonde girl with blue eyes, absorbed in her phone."A princess!"A heavily tattooed man with multiple earrings and a face full of stories."An explorer!"Further back, a young woman in a wide-brimmed straw hat, wearing flowing clothes and bracelets that jingled softly."A traveler!""How could all these different characters fit into the same story?"As he pondered, the train whistled louder, gliding through plains, tunnels, and hills until the voice overhead declared:"Attention, attention! The train is arriving at End of the Line Station. All passengers, prepare to disembark."A gentle deceleration. A smooth stop."Wow! Amazing!"Instead of opening, the train's side panels lowered to the ground, forming ramps leading directly onto the platform.A light mist veiled the station, but an irresistible scent of roasted treats and cotton candy filled the air. Following the sweet aroma, the passengers arrived at a vast square where a statue in the center spouted water from its enormous mouth, surrounded by a fantastic garden.As the mist lifted, a flock of brightly colored, chattering parrots burst into view, circling above.Then, suddenly—"Look, look! What a surprise!"They all exclaimed in unison.Mary Poppins, on a bicycle, umbrella in hand, was pedaling through the garden."Why are you here?" the parrots asked, curious and mischievous."I'm collecting children's wishes in my upturned umbrella," she replied. "My chimney sweep friends will carry them home, transforming them into dreams ready to come true.""Craa, craa! We have a wish too! To fly around the world, with no destination, no hurry!""Very well," Mary Poppins smiled. "And what's your address for the dream delivery?"The parrots twirled in the air, singing:"Craa, craa! The street that isn't there, in the invisible house at number no-number! Bye-bye, Mary Poppins! We're free—craa, craa—we're off to dream!"She waved farewell and pedaled away.In the enchanted garden, stalls overflowed with sweets, magical rides spun, enchanted toys lay scattered, and a marvelous cart brimmed with books that turned their pages with a mere thought. An ancient talking tree told fairy tales, offering juicy, special fruits to those who listened.The parrots, flitting here and there, served as slightly distracted guides, leading the travelers left and right. A small group was following the man who looked like an ogre.He walked with determination, carrying a large suitcase, and was followed by his wife, who held a half-open bag overflowing with all sorts of trinkets. Behind them came the explorer, the blue-eyed princess, and finally, the tourist with the straw hat.Guided by the parrots, they made their way toward a strange building at the edge of the square. As they got closer, they realized it was an old, neglected theater—worn with time but still holding a certain architectural charm. The scent of dust and aged wood drifted from the slightly open door, adding to the place's mysterious atmosphere.The five peculiar characters were none other than actors, ready to perform a show filled with surprises, illusions, and wonders. Entry was free.Inside the theater, soft music played in the background, audible even from outside, leading them toward the stage.The enchantment of the place and sheer curiosity drew in all the other travelers as well, including the grandfather and grandson, who stepped inside to witness an unexpected spectacle.They had barely found their seats—worn and faded with age—when suddenly, white doves appeared, fluttering above their heads.The ogre revealed himself to be, in fact, a magician. With a swift motion, a breath, and—pluff!—his costume changed in an instant. Then again. And again.At the sides of the stage, a hall of mirrors distorted objects into strange shapes, while hidden playing cards appeared and vanished within the audience's seats, mixing together as if by magic. Yet, no matter what, the magician always seemed to guess the chosen card correctly.Suddenly, as if by enchantment, the princess and the explorer appeared. Behind them, sparks of fire shaped like stars filled the theater."What a show, what a marvel!"The entire stage lit up as the magician, waving his wand in the air like a conductor, brought forth a waltz. At its rhythm, the two actors, now transformed into dancers, moved gracefully to the music. Under the magician's guidance, they floated into the air, performing acrobatics.Meanwhile, the magician's wife—who was a bit of a sorceress herself—stepped onto the stage, opened her bag of trinkets, and out came balls, rings, and juggling pins. The tourist in the straw hat appeared beside her, and together, they began a dazzling juggling act, perfectly in sync with the music.As the waltz neared its end, both the dancers and the jugglers vanished in a cloud of smoke and lights. Incredibly, even the stage itself disappeared.The audience held their breath, stunned and enchanted, before bursting into applause, smiling in amazement as the Ogre Magician bowed deeply in gratitude.The show had come to an end.Still astonished, the travelers left the theater, but the magic followed them as they made their way back toward the station.The whole town felt like an enchantment, and at the heart of it were the grandson and his grandfather—unexpected protagonists of a timeless adventure. So great was their wonder that they had lost track of how long they had been there.Guided once again by the flitting parrots, they returned to the main square along with all the other passengers. From the nearby station, glowing signs signaled the imminent departure of Train 18674."Attention, attention! Train Number 18674 has arrived at the station. Departure imminent for destination: Return Station. Weather still uncertain, but no need to worry. Hot popcorn, souvenir postcards, and an almost-magic wand included in the ticket price."As the travelers boarded, the parrots fluttered in farewell, then soared toward the horizon, disappearing alongside Mary Poppins.The train pulled away slowly, smoothly. From the windows, passengers watched as the enchanted town faded into the mist once more.In the blink of an eye, they were back where they had started: the small village station.As the train glided through the mist, the village slowly reappeared.In the warm light of a summer evening, the passengers stepped off one by one, still in awe of the unexpected journey. They whispered among themselves, exchanging impressions of what they had just experienced.Grandfather and grandson decided to stop for an ice cream before heading home. They walked over to the station café and, without hesitation, ordered two cones with their favorite flavors: strawberry and pistachio.Just as they took their first bites, they turned toward the tracks—and froze.The train that had taken them on their journey was gone.Not only that—the other passengers had vanished too, without leaving a trace.From behind the station clock's column, the Stationmaster appeared, his satchel slung across his shoulder and his signal paddle in hand. He raised his head, tipped his hat with a smile, and then, whistling softly, strolled down the empty platform.Grandfather and the boy waved enthusiastically before taking each other's hand. As they walked home, savoring their strawberry and pistachio ice creams, they talked happily about their extraordinary adventure.It almost felt like a dream.But, as everyone knows, reality and fantasy often walk hand in hand.Just like the grandfather and the child, making their way home, bathed in the golden hues of sunset. Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

Chris Cooper interviews Dr. Sowmya Vajjala from the National Research Council of Canada lostincitations@gmail.com

We'll have a full season of 3Ps in a Pod starting soon. In the meantime, here's a special episode of 3Ps in a Pod with Ken Shelton, an expert on artificial intelligence (AI) in education and author of The Promises and Perils of AI in Education: Ethics and Equity Have Entered the Chat. Marlys Weaver of the Arizona K12 Center and Dr. LeeAnn Lindsey of the Arizona Institute for Education and the Economy, co-host this episode. Dr. Lindsey also co-hosted the four-part AI in Education podcast series last spring and was part of the team that created the guide Generative Artificial Intelligence in K-12 Education: Guidance for Arizona Schools and School Systems. Ken has worked in education for more than 20 years and holds a Master of Arts in education with a specialization in educational technology as well as new media design and production. Generative AI, he explains, does have both benefits and significant challenges. He explores several of the issues with AI. Many of these grow out of AI being built by humans, who bring their own perspectives and biases. This not only can include AI programs being built by teams with a lack of diversity in general but also education AI programs being build by teams that include few or no classroom practitioners. For educators to use generative AI programs responsibly to support students, those programs must be designed for our learners' reality. When people use AI without understanding the biases that can come with a particular program, that AI tool can cause more harm than good, Ken explains. He shares newsworthy examples of chatbots that have shared incorrect and troublesome information with students. This leads into a conversation about how educators select AI tools. Often, educators may select AI tools because students may seem more engaged with technology, but Ken offers several questions educators can use when deciding when and how to use AI. These include asking why you're using a tool or program in a particular way, “What is the learning, experiential or educational goal or purpose of using an AI tool?” and “What problem does this solve that you can't address with other available resources?” Ken and Dr. Lindsey also discuss how “performatively engaging” technology can be for students. Ken recommends that educators do not confuse activity with engagement. AI tools can appear “fun,” as Dr. Lindsey notes, but to be used responsibly and effectively, Ken states that educators must frame AI use around educational goals and the experiences educators want students to have to reach those goals.  Ken closes the episode talking about the things that AI can do better than humans and what humans will always be able to do better than AI. He then shares the positives that can come from AI use in schools.  At an upcoming series on AI in Education, Ken Shelton will work with teachers in going beyond the tips and tricks of AI use and building an ethical approach that serves all students. Learn more and register at azk12.org/AIinEd. Learn more about the Arizona K12 Center at azk12.org.

Munster Technological University is pleased to announce the launch of a pioneering PhD research project titled "Exploring the Optimisation of Ireland's Response Rate to the Challenges and Opportunities Afforded to Industry and Enterprise by GenAI". The research is supported by TU Rise and aims to seek to nurture and support innovative enterprises, elevate the global competitiveness of Irish based companies, expand export opportunities and ultimately lead to increased revenues and employment across key industry sectors. The research will be undertaken by Mr. Patrick Shields, MBA, who brings over 20 years of domestic and international Leadership and Management experience in industry. Patrick's research will focus on how businesses can harness GenAI to drive efficiencies and respond effectively to global market demands. With AI set to disrupt traditional business models, informed adoption, responsible usage, and proactive skills development are critical for long-term success. The supervisory team is led by the Principal Investigator and First Supervisor, Dr. Angela Wright School of Business, supported by the Second Supervisor and Head of Department, OPD, School of Business, Dr. Breda O'Dwyer. Industry Mentor Ms Sharon Lehane and AI Mentor Dr Sourabh Bharti bring wide-ranging expertise in AI research, enterprise collaboration, finance, and machine learning, ensuring the project is guided by a robust mix of academic and practical insights. Through close collaboration with industry partners who opt into the research, Mr Shields will co-create best-practice frameworks that businesses can implement. The work aligns with the Irish Government's ambition to have 75% of Irish businesses using AI by 2030 and will address policy needs at both national and EU levels, including the emerging regulations and standards highlighted by the NSAI Standards and Assurance Roadmap for AI. This PhD research has the potential to significantly benefit Irish enterprises by identifying practical solutions to the challenges posed by GenAI, contributing to Ireland's competitiveness and supporting businesses in adopting AI responsibly. It responds to Ireland's National Digital Strategy and ensures that insights will feed back into MTU's wider work in preparing students and industry partners for an AI-driven future. Dr Angela Wright of the Department of Organisation and Professional Development said: "We are delighted to have received this funding to support this PhD work and candidate. The findings of this research will be at the cutting edge of modern business and enterprise and will address the most compelling element to appear on the world's technological stage, namely Generative Artificial Intelligence, and all of the implications that this technology will have on industry." Dr Angela Wright continued, "The expert research team are excited to oversee this research with Patrick, as it will be pertinent, timely and will enable industry to be armed and ready for what lies ahead. " MTU's TU RISE Research to Impact is co-funded by the Government of Ireland and the European Union through the ERDF Southern, Eastern & Midland Regional Programme 2021-27. For more information, visit www.mtu.ie/research-to-impact/tu-rise-phd-opportunities/. The Department of Organisational and Professional Development also runs the highly successful MBA in Strategy. Applications will be open shortly - email mba@mtu.ie for enquiries.

When OpenAI launched ChatGPT in November 2022, all the big tech firms were clamoring to make their own versions of the “intelligent” chatbot. Billions of dollars have been thrown into the technology – training the models, creating more advanced computer chips, building data centers. But last week, a Chinese artificial intelligence company called DeepSeek released a generative AI model that is not only competitive with the latest version of OpenAI's model, but it was done cheaper, in less time, and with less advanced hardware. For this midweek podcast extra, host Brooke Gladstone sat down with Ed Zitron, host of the Better Offline podcast and writer of the newsletter “Where's your Ed at,” to talk about how this new Chinese AI model threatens to burst the American tech AI bubble. On the Media is supported by listeners like you. Support OTM by donating today (https://pledge.wnyc.org/support/otm). Follow our show on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook @onthemedia, and share your thoughts with us by emailing onthemedia@wnyc.org.

EPISODE SUMMARY Join scientist and mindset & high-performance coach Claudia Garbutt and cybersecurity expert Alec Crawford as they discuss the potential & risks of AI.   In this episode, we talk about: - Cybersecurity & Generative AI - AGI & Quantum Computing - Future-proofing companies   EPISODE NOTES Alec Crawford is the Founder & CEO of Artificial Intelligence Risk, Inc., a company that accelerates enterprise Gen AI adoption - safely.   He is a thought leader for Gen AI with a blog at aicrisk.com and podcast called AI Risk Reward. He has more than 30 years of experience on Wall Street with his last role being Partner and Chief Risk Officer for Investments at Lord Abbett.   Links: www.aicrisk.com https://www.linkedin.com/in/aleccrawford/   ------- Special THANKS to the episode sponsor L-Nutra!   For nutrition technology that was designed for longevity, like the plant-based L-Protein I mentioned, head over to prolonlife.com/wired   ------------   Click this link to listen on your favorite podcast player and if you enjoy the show, please leave a rating & review: https://linktr.ee/wiredforsuccess ------------------   Music credit: Vittoro by Blue Dot Sessions (www.sessions.blue)   -----------------   Disclaimer: Podcast Episodes might contain sponsored content.    

La Fontana delle Novelle e Le pantofole magiche di NataleC'era una volta la Fontana delle Novelle, ed era ancora lì, al centro di una piazza che forse, solo forse, qualcuno di voi conosce già. In un paese che non si sa dove né quando, le ore dell'orologio del campanile scandivano i giorni, i mesi e le stagioni.“Din, don!” I rintocchi sembravano raccontare nuove storie ogni ora.Era inverno, e un vento gelido soffiava da nord. L'insegna della gelateria “Arcobaleno” tintinnava lieve, e al suo interno, ogni pomeriggio, cioccolata calda fumante aspettava i bambini dopo la scuola. Decisamente troppo freddo per i loro famosissimi e buonissimi gelati volanti.Ma il vero cuore della piazza era la fontana magica, avvolta da una coltre di ghiaccio. Le sue gocce, sciogliendosi lentamente, si trasformavano in parole scintillanti che srotolavano novelle prodigiose.Dopo la scuola, una compagnia di bambini arrivò di corsa. Gli zaini volavano dappertutto mentre ridevano e si sfidavano a chi sarebbe stato il primo a indossare i pattini.“Ti ho battuto!” gridò Marco, scivolando sulla pista ghiacciata.“Solo perché io ho aiutato Sofia con la sciarpa!” rispose Giacomo.In pochi minuti, erano tutti sul ghiaccio, facendo piroette e capriole tra risate e qualche caduta che li faceva ridere ancora di più.Vestiti con cappotti colorati, guanti e cappelli, sembravano un arcobaleno in movimento. Per riscaldarsi, correvano al grande fuoco acceso su un lato della piazza, le guance rosse e i sorrisi larghi.Ma quel pomeriggio speciale, qualcosa di diverso accadde. Un soffio di vento misterioso fece tremare il ghiaccio della fontana, e una melodia natalizia si diffuse nell'aria.“Che strano… sentite?” chiese Sofia.“Viene dalla fontana!” rispose Lucia, indicando un bagliore scintillante.Le gocce ghiacciate iniziarono a brillare, trasformandosi in una vetrata incantata contornata da decorazioni natalizie. Due Elfi, con cappelli a punta rossi e verdi, apparvero ai lati e dissero:“Avanti, avanti! Non abbiate paura. Attraversate la vetrata e vi condurremo in un'avventura che non dimenticherete mai!”I bambini, incuriositi e un po' emozionati, si presero per mano e attraversarono la vetrata, ritrovandosi su un tappeto volante che si muoveva leggero alla velocità di un soffio di vento.“Stiamo… volando?” esclamò Maria.“Proprio così!” rispose un Elfo. “Destinazione: Lapponia, la terra incantata di Babbo Natale!”In un battito di ciglia, atterrarono su un paesaggio innevato. La neve era soffice come zucchero filato, e tutto intorno si estendeva una foresta magica. Ad attenderli c'era una fila di slitte guidate da renne dai grandi occhi scuri e una simpatica con il naso rosso e brillante.Ma non erano sole: altri animali uscivano dalla foresta, incuriositi dai nuovi arrivati. Un gruppo di volpi dal pelo argentato si avvicinò timidamente, seguito da scoiattoli con le code folte e bianche come la neve. Dai rami più alti, gufi e civette osservavano la scena, e una famiglia di lepri saltellava felice intorno alle slitte. Persino un branco di alci maestosi si fece avanti, annuendo lentamente.“Benvenuti, amici!” dissero gli animali in coro. “Seguiteci, vi accompagneremo al villaggio di Babbo Natale!”Le slitte partirono in fila, zigzagando tra gli alberi decorati naturalmente con cristalli di ghiaccio. Ogni tanto i bambini si chinavano a salutare gli animali della foresta, che sembravano voler raccontare loro segreti del mondo magico.Le renne avevano parcheggiato le slitte in una piazzetta. Tutto intorno un villaggio fantastico senza tempo, fatto di casette di legno con tetti innevati, illuminate da luci colorate che brillavano come stelle. Gli Elfi, con i loro cappelli a punta rossi e verdi, ridevano e scherzavano nell'aria gelida dell'inverno, mentre continuavano instancabili il loro lavoro: costruire i giocattoli richiesti nelle letterine indirizzate a Babbo Natale.Nel villaggio c'erano cassette della posta per le letterine in arrivo: alcune strapiene, altre con biglietti ancora da leggere. Gli Elfi e gli abitanti del villaggio lavoravano tutti insieme per smistare le richieste e consegnarle a Babbo Natale. Era un via vai festoso, pieno di canti e risate.Al centro della piazza si ergeva un enorme abete decorato con stelle di ghiaccio che brillavano come diamanti sotto la luce del cielo notturno. Ma la vera sorpresa erano le pantofole azzurre appese ai rami, fatte di filo di stelle e legate con nastri rossi. Ognuna portava un campanellino magico che suonava “Din, din, din” al minimo movimento.“Guardate!” esclamò Giulia. “Ci sono dei nomi su ogni pantofola!”Gli Elfi iniziarono a distribuirle, ma nel caos della consegna i nomi si mescolarono.“Queste sono le mie!” gridò Stefano.“No, sono le mie!” ribatté Francesca, ridendo.Alla fine, le pantofole magiche si moltiplicarono da sole, e ognuno trovò il proprio paio. Quando le indossarono, scoprirono il loro segreto: potevano volare!I bambini volarono fino alla casa di Babbo Natale, bussarono al grande portone e, con un “Toc, toc,” la porta si spalanco e furono accolti dal grande uomo con la barba bianca.Dietro di lui si apriva una stanza che sembrava non finire mai. Su scaffali di legno lucente erano disposti un'immensa quantità di giocattoli, tutti ben impacchettati e pronti per le consegne della notte di Natale.“Che meraviglia!” esclamarono i bambini, con gli occhi spalancati davanti a tanta magia.Per loro, Babbo Natale era come un nonno fantastico e super simpatico. Tutti gli si avvicinano per abbracciarlo e qualcuno gli tiro anche la lunga barba bianca per vedere se era vera davvero!“Babbo Natale,” chiesero in coro, “potresti mettere un paio di pantofole con il campanellino su ogni regalo che consegnerai sulla Terra?”Senza pensarci un attimo, Babbo Natale scoppiò in una risata calorosa e accettò con entusiasmo. Sapeva bene che la sua più grande felicità era regalare gioia e sorrisi a tutti i bambini del mondo.Così, la notte di Natale, ogni bambino ricevette in dono le pantofole magiche, spruzzate di polvere fatata. Indossandole, poterono volare sui tetti delle loro città, incontrandosi e salutandosi con risate e suoni festosi. All'alba, Babbo Natale, sulla via del ritorno al Polo Nord, osservò con gioia il movimento sui tetti di ogni angolo del pianeta. “Din, din, din,” risuonavano armoniosamente i campanellini delle pantofole, creando una melodia natalizia che avvolgeva il mondo intero.La magia di Natale si era avverata, per merito degli intrepidi viaggiatori della Fontana delle Novelle, e quando il suo incanto finì, le renne riportarono veloci come un fulmine tutti i bambini nella piazza incantata, davanti alla Gelateria Arcobaleno; il fuoco ardeva ancora, e la cioccolata era ancora bella calda. La fontana brillava sotto i fiocchi di neve, e i rintocchi del campanile, “Din, don,” sembravano promettere un'altra fantastica novella.Forse, chissà, la prossima volta, sarete voi i protagonisti.Buone Feste a tutti.  Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

The Fountain of Tales and the Magical Christmas SlippersOnce upon a time, there was the Fountain of Tales, and it was still there, in the center of a square that maybe, just maybe, some of you already know. In a place whose location and time were unknown, the clock tower's chimes marked the passing of days, months, and seasons.With the sounds of his bells, the clock seemed to tell new stories every hour.It was winter, and a cold wind blew from the north. The sign of the ice cream shop “Arcobaleno” tinkled softly, and inside, every afternoon, steaming hot chocolate awaited the children after school. Far too cold for their famous and delicious flying ice creams.But the true heart of the square was the magical fountain, wrapped in a layer of ice. Its droplets, melting slowly, transformed into shimmering words that unraveled wondrous tales.After school, a group of children ran in. Backpacks flew everywhere as they laughed and challenged each other to see who would be the first to put on their skates.“I beat you!” shouted Marco, sliding onto the icy rink.“Only because I helped Sofia with her scarf!” replied Giacomo.In just a few minutes, they were all on the ice, spinning and twirling amidst laughter and the occasional “Ouch!” that make them laugh even more.Dressed in colorful coats, gloves, and hats, they looked like a rainbow in motion. To warm up, they ran to the large fire lit on one side of the square, their cheeks red and their smiles wide.But on that special afternoon, something different happened. A mysterious gust of wind made the fountain's ice tremble, and a Christmas melody filled the air.“How strange… do you hear that?” asked Sofia.“It's coming from the fountain!” replied Lucia, pointing at a sparkling glow.The frozen droplets began to shine, transforming into an enchanted window outlined with Christmas decorations. Two elves, wearing red and green pointy hats, appeared on either side and said:“Come on, come on! Don't be afraid. Step through the window, and we'll take you on an adventure you'll never forget!”The children, curious and a little excited, held hands and stepped through the window, finding themselves on a flying carpet that moved as lightly as a gust of wind.“Are we… flying?” exclaimed Maria.“Exactly!” replied an elf. “Destination: Lapland, Santa Claus's enchanted land!”In the blink of an eye, they landed in a snowy landscape. The snow was as soft as cotton candy, and all around stretched a magical forest. Waiting for them was a line of sleds led by reindeer with big dark eyes—and one with a bright red nose.But they weren't alone: other animals emerged from the forest, curious about the new arrivals. A group of silver-furred foxes approached timidly, followed by squirrels with fluffy white tails like snow. From the highest branches, owls and barn owls watched the scene, and a family of hares hopped happily around the sleds. Even a herd of majestic moose stepped forward, nodding slowly.“Welcome, friends!” the animals said in unison. “Follow us; we'll take you to Santa's village!”The sleds departed in a line, zigzagging between trees naturally decorated with ice crystals. Occasionally, the children leaned over to greet the forest animals, who seemed eager to share secrets of the magical world.The reindeer parked the sleds in a small square. Surrounding it was a timeless, fantastic village made of wooden houses with snow-covered roofs, illuminated by colorful lights shining like stars. The elves, wearing their red and green pointy hats, laughed and joked in the frosty winter air as they tirelessly continued their work: building the toys requested in the letters sent to Santa.In the village, there were mailboxes for incoming letters—some overflowing, others with notes still waiting to be read. The elves and village residents worked together to sort the requests and deliver them to Santa. It was a festive bustle, filled with songs and laughter.In the center of the square stood an enormous fir tree, decorated with ice stars that sparkled like diamonds under the night sky. But the real surprise was the blue slippers hanging from its branches, made of stardust threads and tied with red ribbons. Each slipper carried a magical bell that rang “Ding, ding, ding” with the slightest movement.“Look!” exclaimed Giulia. “There are names on each slipper!”The elves began distributing them, but in the chaos of the delivery, the names got mixed up.“These are mine!” shouted Stefano.“No, they're mine!” Francesca replied, laughing.In the end, the magical slippers multiplied themselves, and everyone found their own pair. When they put them on, they discovered their secret: they could fly!The children flew to Santa's house, knocked on the grand door, and with a “Knock, knock,” it swung open, revealing the great man with the white beard.Behind him was a room that seemed to stretch endlessly. On shining wooden shelves was an immense collection of toys, all neatly wrapped and ready for delivery on Christmas Eve.“How wonderful!” exclaimed the children, their eyes wide with amazement.To them, Santa was like the most fantastic and friendly grandfather. They all rushed to hug him, and someone even tugged on his long white beard to see if it was really real!“Santa,” they asked in unison, “could you put a pair of slippers with a bell on every gift you deliver on Earth?”Without hesitation, Santa burst into a warm laugh and enthusiastically agreed. He knew well that his greatest joy was bringing happiness and smiles to all the children in the world.And so, on Christmas Eve, every child received magical slippers sprinkled with fairy dust. By wearing them, they could fly across the rooftops of their cities, meeting and greeting each other with laughter and festive sounds.At dawn, Santa, on his way back to the North Pole, joyfully watched the activity on rooftops in every corner of the planet. “Ding, ding, ding,” the slippers' bells rang harmoniously, creating a Christmas melody that wrapped the whole world.The magic of Christmas had come true, thanks to the intrepid travelers of the Fountain of Tales. When its enchantment faded, the reindeer swiftly brought all the children back to the enchanted square, in front of the Arcobaleno Ice Cream Shop. The fire was still burning, and the hot chocolate was still warm.The fountain sparkled under the falling snowflakes, and the chimes of the clock tower, “Ding, dong,” seemed to promise another fantastic tale.Maybe, who knows, next time, you'll be the protagonists.Happy Holidays to everyone! Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

Today my guest is Dr Matt Cecchini. What we discuss with Dr Cecchini: His journey into pathology Initiatives to engage students in pathology His use of novel teaching methods like YouTube Application of large language models (LLMs) in pathology education Synthetic data and how it can be used in education Agentic AI and its role in pathology education Ethical concerns with LLMs The future of LLMs in education Links for this episode: Health Podcast Network  LabVine Learning Dress A Med scrubs Digital Pathology Club   Harnessing the Power of Generative Artificial Intelligence in Pathology Education: Opportunities, Challenges, and Future Directions   People of Pathology Podcast: Twitter Instagram

In this episode of the American Shoulder and Elbow Surgeons Podcast, hosts Dr. Brian Waterman and Dr. Peter Chalmers interview Dr. Surena Namdari and Dr. Justin Smith about current uses of generative artificial intelligence in the practice of shoulder and elbow surgery. 

Artificial Intelligence (AI) is discussed in this podcast. Jennifer Baier, AARP Associate Outreach Director, WY and Stella Montano, AARP WY State President share valuable information for staff and volunteers on using AI based on AARP (AI) Generative Policy. They provide concrete examples for staff and volunteers to use AI within the AARP guidelines, as well as examples of using AI personally.

At this event, Dr. Matt Schandler discusses the effects of artificial intelligence on the study, research, and writing of history. Topics of discussions include the origins of Generative AI; emerging historical applications beyond text, image, and video; working with bots; AI in academic settings; AI output as source material; academic integrity and AI use; best practices and dangerous practices; and future-proofing one's skillset. Matt Schandler is a historian of technology, data scientist, and political scientist who studies the histories of domestic digital technologies, environmental technological systems. artificial intelligence, digital gaming, and information technologies. In addition to teaching the undergraduate capstone course at SNHU, he teaches courses on The History of Everything; Data Science for the Social Good; World History and Technology; and Technology, Society, and Public Policy at Chestnut Hill College.

There's a growing market for electronic recycling companies as the Generative Artificial Intelligence industry booms. Nature Computational Science has published a study finding the rise of the technology, means hardware and chip technology is quickly becoming outdated. It finds that it could create potentially five million tonnes of e-waste between 2020 and 2030. Echo Technology CEO Patrick Moynahan told Mike Hosking there's money to be made, as recycling companies are trying to adapt to keep up with demand. He says they're dealing with juggernauts like Nvidia, the most valuable company in the world. LISTEN ABOVE See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode, Justin Hendrix speaks with three researchers who recently published projects looking at the intersection of generative AI with elections around the world, including:Samuel Woolley, Dietrich Chair of Disinformation Studies at the University of Pittsburgh and one of the authors of a set of studies titled Generative Artificial Intelligence and Elections;Lindsay Gorman, Managing Director and Senior Fellow of the Technology Program at the German Marshall Fund of the United States and an author of a report and online resource titled Spitting Images: Tracking Deepfakes and Generative AI in Elections; andScott Babwah Brennen, Director of the NYU Center on Technology Policy and one of the authors of a deep dive into the literature on the effectiveness of AI content labels and another on the efficacy of recent US state legislation requiring labels on political ads that use generative AI.

Catherine Sanders Reach from North Carolina Bar Association and Cary Julie A. Bays, JD of the Oklahoma Bar Association talk about the process of onboarding new estate planning clients, excerpted from MCLE's 3/4/2024 live webcast: Does ChatGPT Have a Role in Law Practice? The full program is available as an on-demand webcast or an MP3 here.  Get 24/7 instant access to hundreds of related eLectures like this one—and more—with a subscription to the MCLE OnlinePass. Learn more at www.mcle.org/onlinepass and start your free trial today! Connect with us on socials!Instagram: mcle.newenglandX (Formerly Twitter): MCLENewEnglandLinkedIn: Massachusetts Continuing Legal Education, Inc. (MCLE│New England)Facebook: MCLE New EngalndThreads: mcle.newnengland

The Battle Of HalloweenThree friends, neighbors and very curious, met every afternoon, after finishing their homework, at the playground in their village nestled in the green Tuscan hills. There, sitting on a bench in the middle of the lawn, they plotted how to end the day with fun. Usually, they got up to mischief and sometimes ended up in peculiar situations.The days passed, and summer was now just a memory. But despite a bit of rain and an autumn breeze, one afternoon they met on the usual bench. After much scheming, they gathered all their courage and decided that one of these nights, they would secretly go to the old abandoned cemetery. It was located behind the church, at the foot of the hill, about 2 kilometers from the village center.Ghost stories linked to the cemetery, whispered by the elders, had discouraged them many times; moreover, they had heard rumors of a strange character, somewhere between real and imaginary—a mysterious guardian who sometimes watched over the main gate at night.It was autumn, dense clouds darkened the sky, and the days were gray and foggy—the perfect season for the adventure of the three kids, before winter arrived. The calendar marked October 31, and that very night, Halloween night, would be simply perfect.A handshake, then a goodbye, and each went home. They had dinner and went to bed early as usual, not to arouse suspicion. Lying in bed, they dozed off, but in their half-sleep, every noise—the bang of a shutter, the creaking of the floor, or the squeak of a door—seemed like spirits moving, maybe ready to join them on their adventure. As planned, at exactly the tenth toll of the bell from the church tower, they snuck out, each from their bedroom window, slipping out through the back of their houses.Almost at the same time, they met at the designated spot and in the darkness made their way toward the cemetery. Lina, who seemed the bravest, held a small flashlight, pointing it behind her to light the way for Sara and Teo, the other two companions in the adventure.They were all a bit nervous, stopping to hide at the slightest rustle or the appearance of a sudden shadow. Once they reached the church, they hurried determinedly towards the entrance of the cemetery, and that's where the night started to get interesting.For starters, Martino, the mysterious guardian they had heard so much about, was really there. They saw him with their own eyes in front of the old, rusty, and decaying gate. He was sitting, half-asleep, but certainly alert to the slightest noise. He held a still-lit pipe in one hand and a harmonica in the other. A jet-black raven perched on his right shoulder, and a small yet regal-looking dog sat by his left side, keeping him company.The fear of being discovered froze them instantly. They caught their breath and, in the blink of an eye, reached the wobbly fence barely standing at the back of the cemetery. From there, they climbed a large elm tree and sat on the highest branches. The call of some owls with big, piercing eyes echoed like a dark omen, but a glow unexpectedly appeared on the other side of the crumbling wall.From the large elm, Lina, Sara, and Teo witnessed an unusual and astonishing sight. In front of them lay a well-kept green park, like a secret garden. Small graves, with tombstones shaped like dogs, cats, and other pets, adorned with flowers of every shade, were scattered in every corner.In the central part stood imposing statues representing sacred figures for the cemetery and its inhabitants. These were the statues of the Royal Frog, the Wise Turtle, the Noble Horse, the Mysterious Cat, and the Faithful Dog.Looking around from their vantage point, they saw pumpkins of various sizes, carved with images of animals and lit by candles. Lanterns and various objects typical of Halloween Night were placed around the graves. Curious, they decided to climb down from the elm and, little by little, started walking toward the park, paying attention to the movements of the faint, flickering lights that cut through the mist. The atmosphere was enchanted and magical.They moved quietly, Lina always leading the way. Every now and then, she would stop Sara and Teo, saying, “Do you hear that noise? Are we sure it's not a ghost?”“N-n-no, just the wind... we hope,” whispered Sara and Teo — But it was Halloween Night, and anything could happen.In the center of the park, the spirits of the animals living in the cemetery jumped and flew, carried by the air with the help of colorful pinwheels spun by a gentle breeze. It was a full-on celebration. Paper lanterns lit up small stalls filled with all kinds of treats for the joy of the animals. Cookies and snacks shaped like little ghosts, skulls, and bats, small fruit pumpkins, and—believe it or not—mini chicken and turkey sausages for dogs, and fish ones for cats!Several spotlights rose into the sky at the edges of the park, operated by magpies that vigilantly watched over the cemetery. Suddenly, all the beams of light illuminated one area of the lawn. What was happening?The magpies had sounded the alarm. A white dog with black patches was running away with a string of sausages dangling from its mouth. A dark brown wolf intercepted him immediately:“Woof! Woof! Oh, stop! Halt! What are you doing, running off with sausages in your mouth? What's your name? Where are you from? What are you doing here?”“Oh! Calm down. My name's Spot!” replied the white dog with black patches. “I live on the other side of the cemetery's fence; through a secret passage, I sometimes meet my friends who live here. Every year for the Halloween celebration, I take the chance to visit them and grab some tasty treats to eat. Everything's so good, Mmmh Mmm… what a delight!”Then the wolf said: “Ooh, but don't you know that it's dangerous to wander around on Halloween night? You might run into malevolent supernatural beings.”Meanwhile, all the spirits of the cemetery animals were already bringing more goodies to give to Spot, and in chorus, they said: “Stay with us for the Halloween celebration!” The dog happily accepted the invitation, wagging his tail and doing a thousand somersaults. The Halloween celebration had begun. Soon the twelve chimes of the church bell would echo through the silence of the night.While everyone was having fun and eating to their heart's content, the moon darkened: thunder, howls, meows, and other strange noises created a ghostly soundtrack. Then, a dense mist and absolute silence fell over the cemetery like a threat. It was midnight, and a destructive force was being unleashed, led by ghosts and skeletons armed with bone scythes and glowing green swords. The dry trees snapped like twigs as they passed. The spectral ghosts appeared wrapped in long strips of mist-made fabrics. Their intention was clear: to reach the sacred statues of the animal protectors and destroy them.In this terrifying situation, the three companions, who had spotted a crypt at the far end of the park, instinctively took off running toward it to seek refuge. But, passing by the maintenance shed, where all sorts of tools were stored, an idea suddenly struck them. They stopped to gather nets, ropes, mousetraps, sticks, rakes, and shovels. They immediately used them to create improvised traps to stop the malevolent intruders. The skeletons tripped and fell apart with a creak, while the ghosts got caught in the traps with their fabric strips.But these figures were driven by a destructive force and formed a large group ready to advance and wage battle. Only a small number of them had fallen into the traps, but most of them were moving swiftly, causing devastation and terror, destroying everything in their path. They were dangerously approaching their goal. When all seemed lost, the spirits of the domestic animals, led by Spot, the wolf, and the magpies, formed a circle around the statues. Even the three friends had joined the battle to defend the cemetery.Despite this extreme act of courage, the malevolent forces did not seem intimidated and continued advancing, shrouded in the mist that accompanied them, among ghostly sounds.While all of this was happening, Martino, the guardian at the main entrance, though half-asleep, was suddenly awakened by a cold wind and his faithful, alarmed, and attentive companions. He immediately stood up, shivering, and peered through a thick, mysterious fog that partially obscured his view, while inexplicable noises came from the park.The raven on his shoulder took flight, reaching the old, rusty sign of the gate, while King Lilo, the dog, sniffing the night air, walked without hesitation along the main path. At that point, Martino placed the harmonica to his lips, grabbed his old cane, and walked down the path, following King Lilo; the raven soared into the air.Soon, they reached the group that was bravely resisting the attack. As they approached the battleground, the music from Martino's harmonica intensified, while his raven flew directly toward the malevolent forces, distracting them from above. King Lilo, fast as a beam of light, circled around the brave protectors and positioned himself between them and the spectral invaders. Spot, Lina, Sara, and Teo did not hesitate for a moment and stood by his side — and so did all the other spirits of the domestic animals.It was at that point that the ghosts and skeletons halted their march, and when the sound of the magic harmonica reached them, they floated into the cold night air and vanished into nothingness. Finally, the nightmare was over, and the celebrations could resume.The three friends were greeted by a multitude of wagging tails and were invited to spend Halloween night in their company. Of course, even Spot the dog, the guardian Martino, King Lilo, the Black Raven, and the Brown Wolf joined the celebrations with plenty of treats and few tricks — because clearly, everyone had already had enough of tricks and scares.Like a dream, the mysterious adventure of three curious friends vanished with the dawn, and all three woke up happy and incredulous in their beds. But what had really happened on that mysterious Halloween night?Perhaps only Martino, the guardian, and his loyal companions, who knew the legends and secrets of the night, could know, but no one ever saw them guarding the entrance to the abandoned cemetery again.Well, they weren't seen again for a while; to be exact, not until the Halloween night of the following year!Happy Halloween to everyone! Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

La Battaglia Di HalloweenTre amici, vicini di casa e assai curiosi, ogni pomeriggio, dopo aver fatto i compiti, si incontravano nel parco giochi del loro paese immerso nel verde delle colline toscane. Lì, seduti su una panchina in mezzo al prato, complottavano su come finire la giornata divertendosi. Di solito, combinavano birichinate e a volte finivano anche in situazioni particolari.I giorni passavano e l'estate era ormai solo un ricordo, ma nonostante un po' di pioggia e un venticello autunnale, un pomeriggio si ritrovarono sulla solita panchina. Tramando e tramando, raccolsero tutto il loro coraggio e decisero che una di queste notti sarebbero andati, di nascosto, nel vecchio cimitero abbandonato. Era situato dietro la chiesa, sotto la collina, a circa 2 chilometri dal centro del paese. Storie di fantasmi legate al cimitero, raccontate sottovoce dagli anziani, li avevano più volte scoraggiati. Inoltre, avevano sentito vociferare di uno strano personaggio, fra il vero e l'immaginario, un guardiano misterioso che certe notti faceva da custode al cancello principale.Era autunno, nuvole dense oscuravano il cielo e le giornate erano grigie e nebbiose: la stagione giusta per l'avventura dei tre ragazzi, prima dell'arrivo dell'inverno. Il calendario segnava il 31 ottobre e quella notte stessa, la notte di Halloween, sarebbe stata semplicemente perfetta.Una stretta di mano, poi un saluto, e ognuno si diresse verso la propria casa. Cenarono e andarono a letto presto come sempre, per non destare sospetti. Adagiati sul letto, si assopirono, ma nel dormiveglia ogni rumore – lo sbattere di una persiana, lo scricchiolio del pavimento o il cigolio di una porta – lo associavano agli spiriti in movimento, che forse li avrebbero accompagnati nell'avventura. Come premeditato, esattamente al decimo rintocco dell'orologio del campanile della chiesa, sgattaiolarono fuori ognuno dalla finestra della propria camera, scivolando sul retro delle loro case.Quasi allo stesso tempo, si ritrovarono nel punto stabilito e, nel buio, presero la strada verso il cimitero. Lina, che sembrava la più coraggiosa, aveva in mano una piccola torcia che teneva dietro di sé per illuminare la strada a Sara e Teo, gli altri due compagni d'avventura.Tutti erano un po' nervosi, si fermavano nascondendosi al minimo fruscio o al sopraggiungere di un'ombra improvvisa. Arrivati all'altezza della chiesa, si affrettarono decisi verso l'ingresso del cimitero; ed è lì che la notte iniziò a farsi interessante. Tanto per cominciare, Martino, che era il nome del guardiano misterioso di cui avevano tanto sentito parlare, era davvero lì. Lo videro proprio con i loro occhi davanti al vecchio cancello rugginoso e decadente: era seduto, mezzo addormentato, ma sicuramente attento al minimo rumore. Reggeva la pipa ancora accesa in una mano e un'armonica nell'altra. Un corvo nerissimo, appoggiato sulla sua spalla destra, e un cane piccolo ma di presenza regale, seduto alla sua sinistra, gli facevano compagnia.La paura di essere scoperti li bloccò all'istante. Ripresero fiato e, in un battibaleno, raggiunsero il recinto dondolante che a malapena stava ritto sul retro del cimitero. Da lì si arrampicarono su un grande olmo e si sedettero sui rami più alti. Il verso di qualche civetta con occhi grandi e penetranti risuonava come un oscuro presagio, ma un chiarore apparve inaspettatamente dall'altra parte del muro mezzo rotto. Dal grande olmo, Lina, Sara e Teo videro uno spettacolo insolito e sbalorditivo.Davanti a loro si aprì un parco verde ben curato, come un giardino segreto. Piccole tombe, con lapidi a forma di cani, gatti e altri animali domestici, adornate con fiori dalle mille sfumature di colore, erano distribuite in ogni angolo. Nella parte centrale c'erano statue imponenti che rappresentavano figure sacre per il cimitero e i suoi abitanti. Queste erano le statue della Rana Reale, della Tartaruga Saggia, del Cavallo Nobile, del Gatto Misterioso e del Cane Fedele.Osservando intorno dalla loro posizione, videro zucche di varie dimensioni, intagliate come immagini di animali e illuminate da candele. Lanterne e oggetti vari, tipici della Notte di Halloween, erano collocati intorno alle tombe. Incuriositi, decisero di scendere dall'olmo e, piano piano, di incamminarsi verso il parco, facendo attenzione ai movimenti delle luci deboli e tremolanti che si facevano strada nella nebbia.L'atmosfera era incantata e magica. Si muovevano quatti quatti, Lina sempre in prima fila, e ogni tanto bloccava Sara e Teo dicendo: “Lo sentite quel rumore? Siamo sicuri che non sia un fantasma?”“N-n-no, solo il vento... speriamo,” rispondevano Sara e Teo sottovoce — Ma era la Notte di Halloween e tutto poteva succedere.Nel centro del parco, gli spiriti degli animali che abitavano nel cimitero saltavano e volavano trasportati dall'aria con l'aiuto di girandole variopinte spinte da un vento leggero. Era tutta una festa. Le lanterne di carta illuminavano delle piccole bancarelle rifornite di ogni tipo di prelibatezze per la gioia degli animali: biscotti e snack a forma di fantasmini, teschi e pipistrelli, piccole zucche di frutta e, udite udite, mini salsicce di pollo e tacchino per cani, e di pesce per gatti! Diversi fari si alzavano verso il cielo ai lati del parco, manovrati da gazze ladre che vigilavano attente.D'un tratto, tutti i fasci di luce illuminarono una zona del prato. Cosa stava succedendo?Le gazze avevano dato l'allarme. Un cane bianco con chiazze nere se la stava dando a gambe levate, con una fila di salsicce che ciondolava dalla bocca. Un lupo marrone scuro lo intercettò immediatamente:“Woof! Woof! Oh, alt, fermo! Che fai, scappi con le salsicce in bocca? Come ti chiami? Da dove vieni? Ma che ci fai qui?”“Oh! Calma. Mi chiamo Macchia!” rispose il cane bianco a chiazze nere. “Vivo al di là della rete di cinta e attraverso un passaggio segreto, a volte incontro i miei amici che abitano qui. Ogni anno per la festa di Halloween, approfitto per salutarli e prendere qualche prelibatezza da mangiare. È tutto così buono, Mmmh Mmm… che delizia!”Al che, il lupo disse: “Ooh, ma non lo sai che la notte di Halloween è pericoloso andare in giro? Potresti incontrare esseri soprannaturali malefici.”Nel frattempo, tutti gli spiriti degli animali del cimitero stavano già portando tante altre bontà da dare a Macchia e in coro dissero: “Rimani in nostra compagnia per la festa di Halloween!”Il cane accettò l'invito contento, scodinzolando e facendo mille capriole. La festa di Halloween era iniziata. Presto i dodici rintocchi della campana della chiesa avrebbero rimbombato nel silenzio della notte.Mentre tutti si stavano divertendo e mangiando a più non posso, la luna si oscurò: tuoni, ululati, miagolii e altri strani rumori crearono una colonna sonora spettrale. Poi una densa foschia e un silenzio assoluto piombò sul cimitero come una minaccia. Era mezzanotte, e una forza distruttiva si stava scatenando, guidata da fantasmi e scheletri armati con falci d'ossa e spade luminose di luce verdognola. Gli alberi secchi si spezzavano come ramoscelli al loro passaggio. I fantasmi spettrali apparivano avvolti in lunghe strisce di tessuti fatti di nebbia. La loro intenzione era chiara: raggiungere le statue sacre dei protettori degli animali per distruggerle.In tutta questa situazione spaventosa, i tre compagni, che avevano individuato una cripta in fondo al parco, d'istinto spiccarono la corsa per raggiungerla e rifugiarsi. Ma, passando dal magazzino di manutenzione, dove si trovavano attrezzi di ogni tipo, un'idea balenò loro improvvisamente. Si fermarono a raccogliere reti, corde, trappole per topi, bastoni, rastrelli e pale. Li utilizzarono immediatamente per creare trabocchetti improvvisati e fermare i malefici intrusi. Gli scheletri, inciampando, cadevano a pezzi scricchiolando, mentre i fantasmi rimanevano impigliati nei tranelli con le loro strisce di tessuto.Ma queste figure erano guidate da una forza distruttiva e formavano un grande gruppo pronto ad avanzare e dare battaglia. Solo un piccolo numero di loro era caduto nelle trappole, ma la maggior parte stava procedendo spedita, causando devastazione e terrore, distruggendo ciò che trovavano sul loro cammino. Si stavano avvicinando pericolosamente verso il loro obiettivo.Quando tutto sembrava perduto, gli spiriti degli animali domestici, con in testa Macchia, il lupo e le gazze ladre, si misero in cerchio intorno alle statue. Perfino i tre amici si erano uniti alla battaglia per la difesa del cimitero.Nonostante questo atto di coraggio estremo, le forze malefiche non sembravano essere intimorite e procedevano avvolte nella nebbia che le accompagnava fra rumori spettrali.Mentre tutto ciò stava avvenendo, Martino, il guardiano all'ingresso principale, sebbene mezzo addormentato, fu svegliato improvvisamente da un vento freddo e dai suoi fedeli compagni, allarmati e attenti. Si alzò immediatamente in piedi rabbrividendo e scrutando attraverso una fitta nebbia misteriosa che gli ostacolava in parte la visuale, mentre rumori inspiegabili provenivano dal parco.Il corvo dalla sua spalla spiccò il volo raggiungendo la vecchia insegna rugginosa del cancello, mentre Re Lillo, il cane, annusando la notte, si incamminò senza esitazione lungo il sentiero principale. A quel punto, Martino posizionò la sua armonica sulle labbra, afferrò il suo vecchio bastone e si incamminò lungo il sentiero seguendo Re Lillo; il corvo si alzò nell'aria.A breve raggiunsero il gruppo che stava resistendo coraggiosamente all'attacco. Nell'avvicinarsi al luogo della battaglia, la musica proveniente dall'armonica di Martino si intensificava, mentre il suo corvo si diresse senza esitazione verso le forze malefiche distraendole dall'alto. Re Lillo, veloce come un raggio di luce, aggirò il cerchio dei coraggiosi protettori e si posizionò fra di loro e gli invasori spettrali. Macchia, Lina, Sara e Teo non esitarono un momento e si schierarono al suo fianco — e così fecero tutti gli altri spiriti degli animali domestici.Fu a quel punto che fantasmi e scheletri interruppero la marcia e, quando il suono dell'armonica magica li raggiunse, fluttuarono nell'aria fredda della notte e svanirono nel nulla. Finalmente l'incubo era passato e le festività poterono riprendere.I tre amici furono accolti da una moltitudine di code scodinzolanti e vennero invitati a passare la notte di Halloween in loro compagnia. Ovviamente anche il cane Macchia, il guardiano Martino, Re Lillo, il Corvo Nero e il Lupo Marrone si erano uniti alle celebrazioni con tanti dolcetti e pochi scherzetti — perché chiaramente di scherzetti e spaventi tutti ne avevano già avuti abbastanza.Come un sogno, la misteriosa avventura di tre curiosi amici svanì con l'alba, e tutti e tre si svegliarono felici ed increduli nei loro letti. Ma cosa era veramente successo in quella misteriosa notte di Halloween?Forse solo il guardiano Martino ed i suoi fedeli amici, che conoscevano le leggende e i segreti della notte, potevano saperlo. Ma nessuno li vide più di guardia all'ingresso del cimitero abbandonato.Beh, non furono più visti per un pezzo... per essere esatti, fino alla notte di Halloween dell'anno seguente!Buon Halloween a tutti quanti! Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

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In this conversation, Jeff Utecht interviews Dr. Dayamudra Dennehy, a community college teacher, about the incorporation of generative AI in classrooms. They discuss the importance of including students in the conversation about AI and the need for a nuanced approach to ethics. Dayamudra shares her project of having students create AI manifestos as a way to explore the ethical use of AI. They also talk about the need for educators to have a growth mindset and be curious about technology. Dayamudra emphasizes the importance of educators being involved in the development of AI tools and holding tech companies accountable.   Dayamudra is tenured ESL community college faculty and active nationally as a community college online educator. Her current area of interest is the ethical use of Generative Artificial Intelligence in higher education. Dayamudra founded and led an educational non-profit with an India-based team, serving caste-oppressed students at a grassroots leadership academy. She has guided community projects in Guatemala and Hungry, taught in Indonesia, and studied in France, Japan, and Mexico. Dayamudra holds a doctorate in Educational Leadership, focused on Equity/Social Justice, was a Stanford EPIC Fellow, and is an ordained Buddhist, a meditation teacher, and a certified yoga instructor. Ready to connect with our guest? https://www.linkedin.com/in/dayamudra/ Takeaways Include students in the conversation about AI and the ethical use of technology. Approach AI with a growth mindset and be curious about new tools and technologies. Educators should be involved in the development of AI tools and hold tech companies accountable. A nuanced approach to ethics is necessary when discussing AI in education.   Thank you to our amazing show sponsor! Learn more about Lebra https://www.lebrahq.com/  

This week, we're speaking with Dr. Kirsten Davis of Stetson University College of Law. Dr. Davis began her legal career practicing in the areas of litigation, employment, and taxation. After a few years, she decided to pursue education, becoming a professor at the Sandra Day O'Connor College of Law at Arizona State University, where she focused on legal writing. It was during this time that Dr. Davis started her PhD in Human Communication. Today, at Stetson University College of Law, Dr. Davis is a professor of law, Faculty Director of Online Legal Education Strategies, and Provost's Faculty Fellow for Generative Artificial Intelligence and Higher Education. Her research and scholarship focus on legal communication, law and rhetoric, professionalism, professional identity, and professional ethics, and she is currently working on issues at the intersection of generative AI, legal education, and legal practice. Additionally, she is a consultant, trainer, writer, and blogger on various topics in the legal profession. We had a lively conversation about her experience becoming a law professor, how she has adapted to generational changes among her law students, why we may have a "process renaissance" in legal education, and her thoughts on how generative AI will affect legal education in the near future.

The Tribe of Wandering ShoesA Story Under the Stars in Four Parts. Just like the seasons!This Is The Second Part: The Autumn Adventure.The season was changing. The warm, sunny days of summer had given way to crisp and fresh mornings, often with a layer of fog beginning to cover the fields. The days were getting shorter, and the cool wind made the leaves fall — the street sweepers with their brooms couldn't gather them fast enough before another strong gust brought down just as many.The Tribe of the Wandering Shoes gathered for an extraordinary meeting; they all agreed that it was time to leave the beaches and resume their adventure before dark clouds full of rain appeared on the horizon.They packed their bags, put together some provisions, and cheerfully set off toward the Tuscan countryside. They walked through fragrant woods, where the leaves crunched under their feet and the colors of the trees painted the landscape with shades of red, orange, and gold.The Wandering Shoes felt the first drops of autumn rain as they wandered through winding paths and small villages. Everywhere they went, they saw other signs of the seasonal change: pumpkins on porches, scarecrows guarding the last cornfields, and the smell of spices in the air.At one point, they reached a small country town, where preparations for Halloween were already in full swing, and that's when the rain began to pour down heavily. The streets, flooded with water, looked like small streams, and the shoes were completely soaked.They tried to climb onto the roofs of the houses, but the tiles, slippery like soap, made them fall back down. They didn't know what to do anymore, but luckily, at that moment, along came Senapino the donkey, pulling a cart.It was Halloween, and his load consisted of yellow pumpkins, round and of various sizes. Senapino stopped and kindly said to the shoes: "Hop on, I'll give you a lift!"The shoes didn't need to be told twice, and full of joy, they jumped on in the blink of an eye. They squeezed together as much as possible to make room among the pumpkins, and the good donkey, understanding they needed a dry place, took them out of town.After a short journey, they arrived in front of an abandoned barn with a very tall tower."In the tower, you'll be warm, and from its top, you can enjoy a beautiful view: the starry sky at night and the red roofs of the town by day. A perfect place for Halloween night."Senapino invited them to get off and, after saying goodbye, resumed his journey, slowly disappearing into the distance.No door blocked the dark entrance of the tower, so the Wandering Shoes went in and climbed the old stone staircase worn by time. As they climbed slowly, they heard a bouncing noise behind them. Turning around, they saw the pumpkins following them step by step.Some torches lit up by magic, and suddenly the stairs were illuminated by faint, flickering flames. Once they reached the top, the whole Tribe settled into the tower-barn, accompanied by the pumpkins that had followed them. They dried off well and thought it would be fun to celebrate Halloween together.To create the right atmosphere, they carved the pumpkins from Senapino's cart, placed candle stubs found among the barn's junk inside them, and after lighting them, placed them on the windowsills and terrace. The tower, with its glowing pumpkins, could be seen from afar, and it was a sight to behold. Surely the villagers would appreciate the view.But then, suddenly, incredibly, and unexpectedly, all the pumpkins, with a jump, transformed into spiders with long legs and big, glowing red eyes. They quickly started hunting down the Wandering Shoes, as if they had always been their favorite prey.What a fright! What chaos!There were shoes running in every direction and others hiding behind the braver ones, who, stretching out their laces, tied themselves together like a magical web. In no time, this web intertwined and grew out of control, forming an enchanted shield around the shoes to protect them.The spiders, furious, began jumping and climbing everywhere like mad but were unable to catch any prey. After several attempts, disappointed, they scurried down the stairs, abandoning the barn and heading toward the town in search of new victims. But the streets were filled with floating ghosts, white like sheets, and as they brushed against the scary spiders, they transformed them back into friendly glowing pumpkins.The danger had been averted. It was Halloween night, and as we all know, on this enchanted night, anything can happen.Even in the tower, the Wandering Shoes were breathing a sigh of relief as the remaining bits of candles were burning out. Soon, darkness fell, and the restless evil forces launched a new attack.In the large, dark, and gloomy room, a gust of icy wind slammed all the doors and windows shut, and enormous sabers appeared, crossed and wrapped in iron chains; as if that weren't enough, in the center was a large rusty bolt with keys hanging, but out of reach.By magic, every exit was barred, and the shoes were trapped.Two pairs of yellow shoes tried in vain to kick the exit door, while others attempted to jump for the keys, but they too were unsuccessful. So, even though the pumpkins had been defeated, the Wandering Shoes found themselves trapped in the abandoned barn, victims of some evil power.When they had lost all hope of being freed and celebrating Halloween, a sudden blaring sound, a vibration, and a gust of wind rushed toward the tower. A fiery bolt unlocked the main latch with a loud bang, and with a sharp and resonant metallic snap, the key fell. At that moment, all the swords and chains dropped to the floor at once. The curse dispersed like a ghostly glow.Without hesitation, the shoes ran to the tower windows to see what had happened! Not only were they open, but once again illuminated by warm, flickering torchlight.From there, they could see the town below, where pumpkins of all sizes lit up the town with their glowing candles. The danger was truly over this time, and it was the best Halloween night. On the terrace were delicious treats of all kinds, some even spider-shaped, crispy and ready to munch on.Finally safe and happy, the next morning they would be able to continue their journey.In the night, they wondered among themselves:“But could that donkey, Senapino, have been part of the spell that imprisoned us?” “Who knows?”And all in chorus: “Maybe the little witch Soletta knows something about it! Is she the one pulling the magic web's strings?”____________________________________What can we expect at this point, after the summer and autumn adventures?Stay alert; the story will continue in the third part: the winter adventure in the snowy mountains. Don't miss the next high-altitude journey! Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... 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LA TRIBÚ DELLE SCARPE ERRANTIUna storia Sotto Le Stelle in quattro parti. Proprio come le stagioni!Questa e' la seconda parte: l'avventura autunnale.La stagione stava cambiando. I giorni caldi e soleggiati dell'estate avevano lasciato il posto a mattinate d'aria frizzante e fresca, spesso con una coltre di nebbia che iniziava a coprire i campi. Le giornate si accorciavano, e il vento fresco faceva cadere le foglie — gli spazzini con le loro scope non facevano in tempo a raccoglierle, che una ventata più forte ne riportava altrettante.La Tribù Delle Scarpe Erranti si riunì in assemblea straordinaria; di comune accordo decisero che era arrivato il momento di lasciare le spiagge e riprendere l'avventura prima che arrivassero scure nubi piene di pioggia all'orizzonte.Fecero i bagagli, misero insieme un po' di provviste e, con allegria, si rimisero in viaggio in direzione delle campagne toscane. Camminarono attraverso boschi profumati, dove le foglie scricchiolavano sotto i loro passi e i colori degli alberi dipingevano il paesaggio con sfumature di rosso, arancione e oro.Le Scarpe Erranti sentirono le prime gocce di pioggia autunnale mentre vagavano tra sentieri tortuosi e piccoli villaggi. Ovunque andassero, vedevano altri segni del cambiamento stagionale: zucche sui portici, spaventapasseri che facevano la guardia agli ultimi campi di mais, e il profumo di spezie nell'aria.A un certo punto, raggiunsero una piccola cittadina di campagna, dove i preparativi per Halloween erano già in pieno svolgimento; ed è lì che la pioggia cominciò a cadere intensamente. Le strade, inondate dall'acqua, sembravano piccoli torrenti, e le scarpe erano ormai a mollo.Provarono a salire sui tetti delle case, ma le tegole, scivolose come sapone, le facevano ricadere giù. Non sapevano più che fare, ma per fortuna, in quel momento, passò di lì il ciuco Senapino che stava trainando un carretto.Era il giorno della Festa di Halloween, ed il suo carico consisteva in zucche gialle, belle tonde e di varie misure. Senapino si fermò e, rivolgendosi alle scarpe, disse gentilmente:“Salite, che vi do un passaggio!”Le scarpe non se lo fecero ripetere due volte, e piene di gioia in un batter d'occhio saltarono sopra. Si strinsero il più possibile per farsi spazio fra le zucche e il buon ciuco, che, dopo aver capito che avevano bisogno di un posto asciutto, le accompagnò fuori città.Dopo un breve viaggio, arrivarono davanti a un granaio abbandonato con un'altissima torre.“Nella torre starete al caldo e dalla sua cima potrete godere di un bellissimo panorama: di notte il cielo stellato e di giorno i tetti rossi della cittadina. Un posto perfetto per la notte di Halloween.”Il ciuco Senapino le invitò a scendere e, salutandole, riprese il suo cammino, sparendo lentamente in lontananza.Nessun portone ostacolava l'ingresso buio della torre, così le Scarpe Erranti entrarono e salirono la vecchia scala di pietra consumata dal tempo. Mentre salivano lentamente, sentirono dietro di loro un rumore di saltelli. Girandosi, videro le zucche che, uno scalino dopo l'altro, le stavano seguendo.Qualche torcia si accese per incantesimo e improvvisamente la scala era illuminata da fiammelle fioche e tremolanti. Raggiunta la cima, tutta la Tribù si sistemò nella torre-granaio in compagnia delle zucche che le avevano seguite. Si asciugarono bene e pensarono che sarebbe stato divertente festeggiare Halloween in compagnia.Per creare la giusta atmosfera, intagliarono le zucche scese dal carretto del ciuco Senapino, ci misero dentro dei mozziconi di candele trovati tra le cianfrusaglie del granaio e, dopo averle accese, le posizionarono sui davanzali delle finestre e sul terrazzo. La torre, con le zucche luminose, si poteva vedere da lontano ed era uno spettacolo da non perdere. Sicuramente gli abitanti del villaggio avrebbero apprezzato la vista.Ma, a un tratto, improvvisamente, incredibilmente e inaspettatamente, tutte le zucche, con un balzo, si trasformarono in ragni con lunghe gambe e grandi occhi rossi luminescenti. Muovendosi rapidamente, si misero alla caccia per catturare le Scarpe Erranti, come se fossero da sempre le loro prede preferite.Che spavento! Che confusione!C'erano scarpe che scappavano in ogni direzione e altre che si nascondevano dietro quelle più coraggiose, che, tendendo i loro lacci, si legavano fra loro come una ragnatela magica. In men che non si dica, questa ragnatela si intrecciava e cresceva a dismisura, formando uno scudo incantato intorno alle scarpe per proteggerle.I ragni, arrabbiatissimi, iniziarono a saltare e arrampicarsi ovunque come impazziti, ma senza riuscire a catturare nessuna preda. Dopo diversi tentativi, delusi, scesero giù per la scala, abbandonando il granaio e dirigendosi verso la cittadina alla ricerca disperata di nuove prede; ma le strade erano piene di fantasmi fluttuanti, bianchi come lenzuola, che, sfiorando i ragni spaventosi, li trasformavano di nuovo in simpatiche zucche luminose.Il pericolo era stato sventato. Era la notte di Halloween e, come sappiamo bene, in questa notte incantata tutto poteva succedere.Anche nella torre, le Scarpe Erranti stavano tirando un respiro di sollievo, mentre i rimanenti pezzetti di candele si stavano consumando. In breve tempo, si fece buio e le forze malvagie, che non trovavano pace, sferrarono un nuovo attacco.Nella grande stanza scura e tetra, una folata di vento ghiacciato chiuse tutte le porte e le finestre ed enormi sciabole si manifestarono, incrociate e contornate da catene a maglie di ferro; e, come se non bastasse, al centro vi era un grosso chiavistello rugginoso con chiavi pendenti e irraggiungibili.Per incantesimo ogni uscita era sbarrata e le scarpe erano state prese prigioniere.Due paia di scarpe gialle tentarono inutilmente di prendere a calci il portone d'uscita, altre cercarono di avvicinarsi alle chiavi saltando, ma anche loro senza successo. Così, nonostante le zucche fossero state sconfitte, le Scarpe Erranti si ritrovarono intrappolate nel granaio abbandonato, vittime di qualche potere malvagio.Quando ormai avevano perso ogni speranza di essere liberate e poter festeggiare Halloween, un improvviso squillo assordante, una vibrazione e una folata di vento giunsero rapidamente verso la torre. Una saetta infuocata sbloccò il chiavistello principale con un gran fragore, e con un forte schiocco di metallo acuto e risonante, la chiave cadde. Al che tutte le spade e catene caddero al suolo allo stesso tempo. La maledizione si disperse come un bagliore spettrale.Senza esitare, le scarpe corsero verso le finestre della torre per vedere cosa fosse successo! Non solo erano aperte, ma di nuovo illuminate da fiaccole di luce calda e tremolante.Da lì potevano vedere il paese sottostante, dove zucche di tutte le misure illuminavano il paese con le loro candele accese. Il pericolo stavolta era passato davvero e quella fu la più bella notte di Halloween. Sul terrazzo c'erano dolcetti appetitosi di tutti i tipi, alcuni erano anche a forma di ragno, croccanti da sgranocchiare.Finalmente salve e contente, il mattino seguente avrebbero potuto continuare il loro viaggio.Nella notte, fra loro si chiedevano:“Ma quel ciuco Senapino sarà stato parte dell'incantesimo che ci aveva imprigionato?” “Boh, boh, chi lo può sapere?”E tutte in coro:“Forse la Streghetta Soletta ne sa qualcosa! Sarà lei che manovra il filo magico della ragnatela?”Che cosa ci possiamo aspettare a questo punto, dopo le peripezie dell'estate e dell'autunno?Fate attenzione; il racconto proseguirà nella terza parte della storia: l'avventura invernale sulle montagne innevate. Non perdetevi il prossimo viaggio ad alta quota! Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

Cybersecurity is emerging as a crucial topic. For Taiwan, the island nation finds itself in a unique position, both as a global tech leader and a target in the changing geopolitical landscape. According to a 2021 estimation, Taiwan undergoes 20 to 40 million cyberattacks a month. What can Taiwan do to strengthen its cybersecurity awareness and skills? We hear from Heather Adkins, Google VP of Security Engineering and a founding member of Google's security team. 9:40 - Can anything be done about ransomeware? 12:00 - What makes Taiwan's cybersecurity situation unique? 17:40 - How can Taiwan's civil society and businesses strengthen their cybersecurity resilience? 23:02 - Critical infrastructure: how can we better stress test? 28:25 - What kind of new threats does Generative Artificial Intelligence bring? Host: Kwangyin Liu, Managing Editor of CommonWealth Magazine Guest: Heather Adkins, Google VP of Security Engineering Producer: Weiru Wang ＊Read more about how Taiwan is cracking down on cyberfraud: https://english.cw.com.tw/article/article.action?id=3572 ＊Share your thoughts: bill@cw.com.tw 留言告訴我你對這一集的想法： https://open.firstory.me/user/cledx9shs004801v3cmkogc7e/comments Powered by Firstory Hosting

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I Robot sulla CollinaIn una luminosa giornata di primavera, dei bambini in gita scolastica passarono nelle vicinanze dell'Osservatorio Sulla Collina. Il grande edificio scintillante era una meraviglia architettonica, con alte torri che svettavano verso il cielo, cupole argentate che brillavano al sole e telescopi giganteschi che spuntavano come occhi curiosi, sempre pronti a esplorare l'universo. Era la prima volta che lo vedevano da vicino e, ai loro occhi, apparve come la meraviglia delle meraviglie.Rientrati a scuola, i bambini non riuscivano a smettere di pensare a quel luogo misterioso e, durante le rimanenti ore di lezione, alzavano spesso le mani per fare domande. Ma le risposte degli insegnanti erano vaghe e i loro dubbi rimasero irrisolti. A essere sinceri, non è che molti in paese sapessero un granché di quella costruzione. Era lì da così tanto tempo che nessuno ci faceva più caso. Forse c'era sempre stata.Tra gli studenti di quella classe c'erano un fratello e una sorella, che erano forse un po' più curiosi degli altri. Tornati a casa, decisero di andare a trovare la nonna che, più spesso che non, sapeva rispondere alle loro domande più strane:“Nonna, tu che ci racconti sempre delle memorie del passato, e che una giostra e un carillon erano i tuoi giochi più cari, potresti dirci qualcosa del futuro? Quali segreti si nascondono nel cielo? Cosa succede nel grande Osservatorio Sulla Collina?”La nonna sorrise, e i suoi occhi si illuminarono di un misterioso luccichio. I due nipoti, tra l'altro, erano sicuri che la nonna nascondesse qualche segreto nel suo garage super privato. In effetti, la nonna non era solo appassionata di storie di altri tempi: leggeva tantissimo, ascoltava la radio e spesso, la notte, osservava il cielo con degli attrezzi peculiari. Ed era proprio in cielo che aveva un caro amico, il Mago del Sapere, con cui aveva collaborato spesso in passato per decifrare i misteri dell'universo e del futuro.Senza esitazione, la nonna decise di chiamarlo via radio, così che fosse lui a rispondere ai suoi curiosi nipoti. Dopo qualche istante, il Mago del Sapere apparve con la sua navicella spaziale scintillante. Fluttuava accanto a lui un libro magico, che si apriva e si chiudeva da solo, rivelando segni strani, antiche formule e segreti.Il Mago si rivolse ai bambini con un sorriso saggio e disse loro che l'Osservatorio Sulla Collina è aperto a 360° sul mondo, fatto di vetrate dalla visuale infinita, da dove si può studiare l'universo intero. Dei robot, provenienti da pianeti lontani, l'hanno scoperto mentre girovagavano sulla Terra. Per svolgere i loro studi come scienziati astronomi, era il luogo perfetto.I robot che lo abitavano ed erano al comando del progetto di ricerca avevano nomi particolari:ASSO, il Robot più bravo ad organizzare le cose, era a capo della spedizione.CONNI, il Robot esploratore, che era connesso con l'universo e lo comprendeva più di tutti gli altri.UNO, il Robot genio della matematica, contava le stelle e tutti i corpi celesti volanti, comprese le meteore e le stelle cadenti.SALUS, il Robot ricercatore e conoscitore del Pianeta Terra, scrutava tutti i suoi abitanti e ogni cambiamento, dagli ecosistemi alla biodiversità.AUDIO, l'Intelligenza Artificiale che non si vedeva, ma che era responsabile di tutte le comunicazioni spaziali e coordinava le scoperte tra i vari pianeti.Oltre a spiegare a voce, il Mago del Sapere invitò la nonna e i nipoti a salire a bordo della sua navicella, e insieme fluttuarono lentamente verso l'osservatorio. La gravità sembrava sospesa e tutto intorno a loro brillava di una luce magica.Il Mago offrì loro dei palloncini colorati che li sollevarono in aria e, dal tetto aperto della navicella, li trasportarono fino ai vetri dell'Osservatorio.Che meraviglia! C'erano centinaia di attrezzature e tantissimi robot di diverse dimensioni che si muovevano tutti indaffarati. Fra di loro spiccavano per grandezza, forma e colore Asso, Conni, Uno e Salus. Guardavano in alto, sorpresi e meravigliati alla vista dei visitatori, e non sapevano come comportarsi. I bambini inviavano baci e saluti, ma i robot, che non conoscevano l'affetto, si scambiarono solo segnali luminosi e si rimisero a lavorare come di consueto. Chissà quali pensieri avevano e che segreti nascondevano nei loro cervelli elettronici.Una volta tornati a casa, erano contenti per l'avventura, ma la loro curiosità era cresciuta ancora di più. Il lavoro dei robot sarebbe continuato, ma secondo loro, era necessario che potessero interagire con gli uomini per condividere le loro scoperte e collaborare per un mondo migliore.I robot che avevano visto dalle vetrate erano di poche parole e troppo presi dai loro incarichi per chiacchierare con loro. Ma forse era proprio quello che non si vedeva che poteva essere la soluzione: AUDIO, l'Intelligenza Artificiale!Per contattarlo ci voleva un'idea geniale: la radio della nonna poteva essere quello che ci voleva. Ma con qualche modifica. Immediatamente la corredarono con un'antenna e un microfono super potenti. Senza indugi provarono a mettersi in contatto con AUDIO, spiegando la loro idea. Ma nessuna risposta arrivò. Cambiando frequenze, provarono per diverse sere, ma senza fortuna.Un giorno, la nonna, mentre cucinava spaghetti al pomodoro e basilico, ascoltava notizie sull'universo sintonizzata su una nuova radio locale chiamata Stazione Spaziale. Per caso, ci fu un'interferenza e, fra una forchettata di spaghetti e un'altra, nell'aggiustare la sintonia, intercettò una voce metallica che sembrava voler comunicare con i suoi nipoti. Non c'erano dubbi: capì che la trasmissione arrivava dall'Osservatorio Sulla Collina e che quello era AUDIO!La nonna informò subito i suoi nipoti e tutti i bambini del paese, che felici si ritrovavano ogni giorno dopo la scuola per parlare con AUDIO. Parlavano un po' di tutto e, mentre loro imparavano tante cose, altrettanto faceva lui, e così anche gli altri robot, con i quali AUDIO poteva fare da traduttore.Il tempo passava e tante informazioni e scoperte continuavano ad arrivare dall'Osservatorio. Dopo un anno che si conoscevano, i bambini chiesero ad AUDIO:“Possiamo festeggiare con una torta con le candeline?”AUDIO rispose: “Io non ho età e il tempo non fa differenza per me. Poi, per essere sincero, lo zucchero fa male agli ingranaggi. Mangiate voi la torta e fate spegnere le candeline dal vento.”I bambini sorrisero, comprendendo che la loro curiosità aveva davvero aperto una finestra sul futuro.“Ecco!” esclamarono di gioia, “AUDIO e i suoi amici sono una delle meraviglie del futuro.”La nonna, in un giorno di pioggia e sole, tirò fuori dal garage la sua mini navetta spaziale, la mise rapidamente in moto e, dopo una sosta di rifornimento sull'arcobaleno, raggiunse a velocità incredibile il Pianeta della Sapienza per un saluto e un tè delle cinque con l'amico Mago.Tornò a casa prima del buio e, dopo aver parcheggiato la sua mini navetta spaziale nel garage segreto, si rilassò in giardino. Mentre era seduta sulla sua sedia a dondolo, arrivarono i suoi nipoti, che le chiesero:“Cosa guardi?”“Sto osservando il cielo, sai, è affollato di astronauti su navicelle spaziali, alcune dirette verso la Luna, altre verso Marte e persino oltre.”“Tu la sai lunga, nonna,” le dissero sorridendo. “La giostrina e il carillon erano il tuo passato, ora conosci i segreti del futuro. Brava! E se un giorno volerai di nuovo, faccelo sapere; ti guarderemo insieme ai robot e ai nostri amici. Magari un giorno potremmo venire con te in una delle tue avventure spaziali. Che ne dici, nonna?”La nonna sorrise e, guardando il cielo stellato, rispose: “Chissà? Un giorno, forse verrete con me!” Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

Robots on the HillOn a bright spring day, some schoolchildren on a field trip passed near the Observatory on the Hill. The large, gleaming building was an architectural wonder, with tall towers reaching toward the sky, silver domes shining in the sun, and gigantic telescopes protruding like curious eyes, always ready to explore the universe. It was the first time they had seen it up close, and to their eyes, it appeared as the wonder of wonders.Back at school, the children couldn't stop thinking about that mysterious place, and during the remaining hours of lessons, they frequently raised their hands to ask questions. But the teachers' answers were vague, and their doubts remained unresolved. To be honest, not many in town knew much about that building. It had been there for so long that no one paid much attention to it anymore. Maybe it had always been there.Among the students in that class were a brother and sister, who were perhaps a little more curious than the others. When they got home, they decided to visit their grandmother, who, more often than not, knew how to answer their strangest questions: "Grandma, you who always tell us memories of the past, and that a merry-go-round and a music box were your favorite games to play, could you tell us something about the future? What secrets are hidden in the sky? What happens in the great Observatory on the Hill?"Grandma smiled, and her eyes lit up with a mysterious sparkle. The two grandchildren, by the way, were sure that their grandmother was hiding some secret in her super-private garage. In fact, Grandma wasn't just passionate about stories from the past: she read a lot, listened to the radio, and often, at night, she observed the sky with peculiar tools. And it was in the sky that she had a dear friend, the Wizard of Knowledge, with whom she had often collaborated in the past to decipher the mysteries of the universe and the future.Without hesitation, Grandma decided to call him on the radio, so that he could answer her curious grandchildren. After a few moments, the Wizard of Knowledge appeared with his shimmering spaceship. Floating next to him was a magical book, which opened and closed on its own, revealing strange symbols, ancient formulas, and secrets.The Wizard turned to the children with a wise smile and told them that the Observatory on the Hill is open 360° to the world, made of glass windows with an infinite view, from where you can study the entire universe. Some robots, coming from distant planets, discovered it while wandering on Earth. To conduct their studies as astronomer scientists, it was the perfect place.The robots that lived there and were in charge of the research project had particular names:ASSO, the Robot best at organizing things, was the head of the expedition.CONNI, the Explorer Robot, who was connected to the universe and understood it better than anyone else.UNO, the Math Genius Robot, who counted the stars and all flying celestial bodies, including meteors and shooting stars.SALUS, the Researcher Robot, who was knowledgeable about Planet Earth, observed all its inhabitants, and tracked every change, from ecosystems to biodiversity.AUDIO, the Artificial Intelligence that was invisible but responsible for all space communications and coordinated discoveries between the various planets.After explaining, the Wizard of Knowledge invited Grandma and the grandchildren to board his spaceship, and together they floated slowly toward the observatory. Gravity seemed suspended, and everything around them shone with a magical light.The Wizard offered them colorful balloons that lifted them into the air, and through the open roof of the spaceship, they were transported to the glass windows of the Observatory.What a wonder! There were hundreds of instruments and many robots of different sizes, all busy with their tasks. Among them stood out for size, shape, and color, Asso, Conni, Uno, and Salus. They looked up, surprised and amazed at the sight of the visitors, and didn't know how to react. The children sent kisses and greetings, but the robots, who didn't understand affection, exchanged only light signals and went back to work as usual. Who knows what thoughts they had and what secrets they hid in their electronic brains.Once back home, they were happy about the adventure, but their curiosity had grown even more. The robots' work would continue, but in their opinion, it was necessary for them to interact with humans to share their discoveries and collaborate for a better world.The robots they had seen through the glass were of few words and too absorbed in their tasks to chat with them. But perhaps what couldn't be seen was the solution: AUDIO, the Artificial Intelligence!To contact it, they needed a genius idea: Grandma's radio could be what they needed. But it required some changes. They immediately fitted it with super-powerful antenna and microphone. Without hesitation, they tried to get in touch with AUDIO, explaining their idea. But no response came. They changed frequencies and tried for several evenings, but without luck.One day, Grandma, while cooking spaghetti with tomato and basil, was listening to news about the universe, tuned to a new local radio station called Space Station. By chance, there was an interference and, between one forkful of spaghetti and another, as she adjusted the tuning, she intercepted a metallic voice that seemed to want to communicate with her grandchildren. There was no doubt: she realized that the transmission came from the Observatory on the Hill and that it was AUDIO!Grandma immediately informed her grandchildren and all the children in town, who happily gathered every day after school to talk to AUDIO. They talked about all sorts of things, and while they were learning a lot, so was he, and so were the other robots, with whom AUDIO could act as a translator.Time passed, and many pieces of information and discoveries continued to arrive from the observatory. After a year of knowing each other, the children asked AUDIO: "Can we celebrate with a cake with candles?"AUDIO replied: "I have no age, and time makes no difference to me. Besides, to be honest, sugar is bad for gears. You eat the cake and let the wind blow out the candles."The children smiled, realizing that their curiosity had truly opened a window to the future."Look!" they exclaimed joyfully, "AUDIO and his friends are one of the wonders of the future." Grandma, on a day of rain and sunshine, took her mini spaceship out of the garage, quickly started it up, and after a refueling stop on the rainbow, reached the Planet of Wisdom at incredible speed for a greeting and afternoon tea with her friend, the Wizard.She returned home before dark, and after parking her mini spaceship in her secret garage, she relaxed in the garden. While she was sitting in her rocking chair, her grandchildren arrived and asked her:"What are you looking at?""I'm observing the sky, you know, it's crowded with astronauts in spaceships, some headed for the Moon, others for Mars, and even beyond.""You know a lot, Grandma," they said, smiling. "The merry-go-round and the music box were your past games to play, now you know the secrets of the future. Well done! And if one day you fly again, let us know; we'll watch you along with the robots and our friends. Maybe one day we can join you on one of your space adventures. What do you think, Grandma?"Grandma smiled, and looking at the starry sky, replied:"Who knows... maybe one day..." Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

Join us for an eye-opening conversation with Jerry Kaplan, a leading authority in artificial intelligence and a prolific entrepreneur, as we unpack the profound implications of generative A.I. Jerry, an adjunct lecturer at Stanford, dives into his motivations behind his latest book, "Generative Artificial Intelligence: What Everyone Needs to Know," stressing the necessity of understanding this fast-paced field. We dissect what generative A.I. is, the distinctions it holds from previous A.I. waves, and the vast potential it has in reshaping our interactions with technology and society at large. Throughout our discussion, we explore the seismic shifts generative A.I. is bringing to the job market and the broader workforce. From the evolution of work since the 1800s to contemporary changes, we see how technological advancements have altered job roles—sometimes displacing old ones while creating new opportunities. Generative A.I. stands poised to revolutionize creative and analytical tasks, even in software development, while underscoring the enduring importance of human empathy and personal interaction in a rapidly changing job landscape. We also delve into the rise of emotionally expressive A.I. and its societal impacts, from elder care to reducing political extremism. Jerry provides valuable insights into the concepts of A.I. hallucination and superintelligence, debunking myths and emphasizing the responsible use of A.I. technologies. Our conversation wraps up with a forward-looking perspective on the future of A.I. and society, highlighting the need to address wealth inequality and ensure the benefits of A.I. are widely distributed, fostering a more equitable and optimistic future. What You'll Learn: • What is Generative A.I. • How is Generative A.I. different from previous waves of A.I.? • The seismic disruptions from A.I. in the job market. • The rise of emotionally expressive AI and its impacts on society. • The innovative potentials and the ethical challenges we face with Generative A.I. • The critical importance of empathy in an A.I.-driven world. Podcast Timestamps: (00:00) – What is Generative Artificial Intelligence? (04:56) - Impacts of Generative A.I. (12:36) - Job Market Shifts Due to Automation (26:28) - Rise of Emotional A.I. Companions (41:00) – A.I. Hallucination and A.I. Superintelligence (52:14) - The Future of A.I. and Society More of Jerry: Jerry Kaplan is a distinguished Artificial Intelligence expert, serial entrepreneur, technical innovator, educator, and bestselling author. He holds a PhD in Computer and Information Science from the University of Pennsylvania, specializing in AI, and a BA from the University of Chicago. Kaplan has founded numerous technology startups, two of which became public companies, and has been a key contributor to the development of groundbreaking technologies such as tablet computers, smartphones, online auctions, and social computer games. Currently, he is an Adjunct Lecturer at Stanford University, where he teaches about the social and economic impact of AI. Kaplan's literary contributions include four influential books, with his latest, "Generative Artificial Intelligence: What Everyone Needs to Know," offering a comprehensive exploration of AI's evolving landscape. His work has earned him recognition in major publications and accolades such as the Ernst & Young Emerging Entrepreneur of the Year award. LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jerry-kaplan/ Key Topics Discussed: Positive Leadership, Artificial Intelligence, Generative A.I., Automation, Technological Advancements, Workforce Disruption, Emotional A.I., Superintelligence, Wealth Inequality, Responsible Use of Technology, A.I. Hallucination, Future of A.I., Ethics for Artificial Intelligence, Natural Language Processing More of Do Good to Lead Well: Website: https://craigdowden.com/ LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/craigdowden/

In this episode of In-Ear Insights, the Trust Insights podcast, Katie and Chris discuss change management, generative artificial intelligence, and how to help your team embrace AI and what to do with team members who are resistant to AI adoption. Learn why the human element remains critical for successful AI implementation and how to best [...]Read More... from In-Ear Insights: Change Management and Generative Artificial intelligence

Generative AI is a powerful tool, but it's one without checks and balances. As HR, you can introduce a usage policy to prevent employees from misusing AI while encouraging their innovation and development, as ChatGPT and other AI tools change the way businesses work. Don't fall behind the competition, but remain mindful, compliant, and appropriate to shepherd your workforce into an uncertain future. Payroll + HR + Benefits in an all-in-one solution. Request a BerniePortal demo today!https://www.bernieportal.com/get-a-demo/Find us at https://www.bernieportal.com/hr-party...BerniePortal: The all-in-one HRIS that makes building a business & managing its people easy. http://bit.ly/2NEQ5QbWhat is an HRIS?https://www.bernieportal.com/hris/BernieU: Your free one-stop shop for compelling, convenient, and comprehensive HR training and courses that will keep you up-to-date on all things human resources. Approved for SHRM & HRCI recertification credit hours. Enroll today!https://www.bernieportal.com/bernieu/Join the HR Party of One Community!https://hubs.ly/Q02mNML90▬ Contents of this episode ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬00:00 Intro01:24 Cons of Generative AI in the Workplace05:02 Pros of Generative AI in the Workplace07:25 3 Questions to Ask Before Writing a Generative AI Policy09:18 Final Thoughts▬ Episode Resources &...

PEDALING TOWARDS THE STARSOne fine day, in the squares of the city of Ciclopoli, large billboards appeared advertising a bicycle race; everyone could participate, from zero years and up. There wasn't much information, but it suggested that those interested should contact the Association of Bicycles with Wheels, located at Via dei Manubri Number Eight, behind the playground. The citizens got informed. The start was scheduled for the first Saturday of June from the Piazzale of the Astronomical Observatory, next to the Municipal Library. The finish line was at the top of the Hill of Dreams, and the prize was a star for everyone who crossed the finish line. Registrations had already started and, of course, were free for everyone. Many requests for participation were received.There was a lot of talk about the event, and all the inhabitants of Ciclopoli, including animals, wanted to lend a hand. Volunteers were certainly not lacking. Finally, the day of departure arrived, and the city turned into a great festival. There was a lot of chatter from the balconies of the houses and even from the dome of the Astronomical Observatory, where some inhabitants had climbed to watch the start. Spectators from everywhere cheered on the race participants.Kites in bright colors were tied to the tricycles to keep an eye on the kids. In the playground, where the city's permanent puppet theater was located, the puppets peeked out to watch the show themselves; the strings moved, and a round of applause filled the air. The church bells rang in celebration. All the participants were ready at the start with bikes, unicycles, and tricycles, and all together they formed a varied and numerous group.The start took place despite the great confusion. Fortunately, some fawns were on duty along the race route. They had a megaphone and wore special headphones, which worked with voice transmission to communicate with each other. Little clouds in the clear sky acted as flying race assistants, drawing arrows to indicate the path to the runners at each intersection.Shortly after the start, a fawn took the megaphone: “Attention, attention, the grandfather with the green jacket has a flat tire.” Everyone stopped to wait for the tire to be repaired. Shortly after, a second fawn: “Everyone stop! The kid in the yellow shorts needs to pee.” Another brief stop and a little further ahead, the first refreshment stop. Sandwiches, sweets, and fruit were already ready to be distributed, and everyone lined up to refresh themselves. Tall-stemmed flowers wearing multicolored aprons served the cyclists as they arrived. After a great feast, they set off at full speed again. A small hare was running among the bushes at the edge of the road, and a boy in a purple shirt, curious as he was, left the race course to chase it. The nearby fawn took his megaphone: “New communication! Stop, everyone, a cyclist has gone off course,” he hurried to reach him and brought him back to the road. Everyone back on the saddle.Pedaling, pedaling, they reached the great Field of Happiness full of flowers where the grandparents got lost chasing butterflies and the children lay down to rest. Time was passing. “Let's hurry, let's hurry, the top is still far away,” said the grandparents. Owls, marmots, squirrels, and martens began to follow the runners, cheering them on. Meanwhile, the fawn on the lookout: “Help, the grandmother with the pink skirt has fallen,” but fortunately nothing was broken, and the race resumed quickly.The fastest cyclists happily reached the top of the Hill of Dreams in the early afternoon. The rest of the group arrived at sunset when it was already dark. It was later than expected, and at that point, they couldn't return to the city. How could they spend the night up there? They had no supplies, let alone blankets and sleeping bags. The animals following them understood the problem, and from the nearest farmhouse, they procured milk and cheese for everyone. They ate abundantly and, tired, lay down on the grass around the top after parking their bicycles. It was a bit chilly. In the night air, there was a great buzz. The stars were deciding what to do. They held hands and transformed the sky into a great blanket. How wonderful, a great warmth enveloped all the cyclists who fell asleep.Suddenly, while everything seemed calm, first a flash, then a thunder, and a powerful breath as if caused by the breath of a giant from the top of the hill. No fear, it was just the automatic anti-theft alarm to wake the sleeping cyclists. Awake and with their ears well-tuned to listen, they heard a strange tinkling coming from the free parking lot around the curve. This caused a commotion among the race participants, who jumped to their feet and ran towards the parking lot just in time to see some magpies, some real thieves: bicycle thieves. They had just stolen many parts: bolts, bells, chains, handlebars, rims, and spokes, carrying them away in flight. “What a disaster! And now what do we do?” The fawns did not lose heart and with their powerful means available, they sent an S.O.S. to an elderly carpenter, who was also a blacksmith in the nearby village. Received the signal, he didn't hesitate for a moment and left for the rescue with the siren on his work van. Before dawn, all the bicycles, unicycles, and tricycles of every kind had been skillfully and quickly repaired — as best as the situation allowed. But the fact is that from the first to the last, the cyclists were able to set off again towards Ciclopoli. Their means fixed as much as possible, hopping and limping here and there, they went down the descent, and everyone was laughing their heads off.What great fun! Each one carried with them the promised prize in memory of the cycling race on the Hill of Dreams: a shining star and even a piece of the blanket made of the sky from the previous night.And the Magpies?Well, they had been working for years on building their bicycles, and the race with an overnight stay on the hill offered them an opportunity not to be missed. Their bikes were completed, and that very evening, they were seen pedaling towards the sunset and disappearing on the horizon.The End_____________________Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian (On The Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/) and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. 

Scott has spent over 25 years in the IT field, working in disciplines such as systems architecture, software development, team growth, and entrepreneurship. He was a Microsoft MVP for 12 years in ASP.NET and IIS. He's co-authored two books (IIS 7 and IIS 8 Professional), is a Pluralsight author, and has spoken at various conferences, code camps, and user groups. He's now shifted into the AI space, building AI solutions and supporting others in their AI journey. He's also co-founding a new startup, so he's spending much of his time as an Entrepreneur.   Topics of Discussion: [2:15] Scott's career path and what steered him into AI. [5:18] AI development and Scott's journey learning about generative AI. [7:15] AI use cases, including chatbots, text-to-speech, and speech-to-text. [13:14] Flowise AI. [15:48] RAG, AKA retrieval augmented generation. [17:32] Code interpreter. [18:10] How do we know that AI is terrible at math, and what are the other things it's not good at? [26:13] Using small language models for natural language processing. [37:13] Kitchen Co-Pilot app.   Mentioned in this Episode: Clear Measure Way Architect Forum Software Engineer Forum Programming with Palermo — New Video Podcast! Email us at programming@palermo.net. Clear Measure, Inc. (Sponsor) .NET DevOps for Azure: A Developer's Guide to DevOps Architecture the Right Way, by Jeffrey Palermo — Available on Amazon! Jeffrey Palermo's Twitter — Follow to stay informed about future events! Flowise Retrieval-Augmented Generation (RAG) Attention is All You Need kitchen copilot zapier Make Perplexity Claude Groq The Groq LPU Inference Engine @scottforsyth Scott on LinkedIn   Want to Learn More? Visit AzureDevOps.Show for show notes and additional episodes.

Do you really know what Generative Artificial Intelligence is?Maxime Waite is Microsoft's director of technology strategy and a leader in generative AI.At Microsoft, Max partners closely with C-Suite executives and government leaders to execute on large scale business transformations using artificial intelligence and emerging technologies. In fact, she has led strategic partnerships with New York City, Air Canada, Rio Tinto, New York State's Judicial Branch, and Cirque du Soleil.In this episode, Maxime Whaite, dives into how Generative AI works and its impact on the future of our work, life, and culture. This conversation took place at NYU's Artificial Intelligence Forum on February 10th, 2024Sign up for the Some Future Day Newsletter here: https://marcbeckman.substack.com/Episode Links:Maxime on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/maximewhaite/To join the conversation follow Marc Beckman here:YoutubeLinkedInTwitterInstagram

Embark on a thought-provoking journey with host Ginny Yurich in 'Motherhood in the Machine Age.' Joining her is the eminent AI expert Jerry Kaplan. In this episode they delve into the profound impact of Generative Artificial Intelligence on our children's education and the ever-evolving job market. The episode navigates the fundamental questions every mother faces about their child's future – from what skills to expose them to, understanding the tools available, the importance of social skills and hobbies, to envisioning a future with things like custom tutors offering individualized education. This insightful conversation extends beyond the classroom, exploring the transformative shifts in the job market. Kaplan provides a reassuring perspective on the role of automation, emphasizing the evolution of jobs rather than their extinction. As mothers ponder the prospect of machines imparting knowledge to their children, the podcast addresses the skepticism and highlights the importance of preparing the younger generation for a future where technology and humanity seamlessly coexist. 'Motherhood in the Machine Age' is an essential guide for moms navigating the AI revolution, offering valuable insights into shaping a future where education meets the demands of a dynamic job market. ** Learn more about Jerry Kaplan here >> https://jerrykaplan.com/ Get your copy of Generative Artificial Intelligence here >> https://amzn.to/3UNqojE ** Download your free 1000 Hours Outside tracker here >> https://www.1000hoursoutside.com/trackers Find everything you need to kick off your 1000 Hours Outside Journey here >> https://www.1000hoursoutside.com/blog/allthethings Order of copy of Ginny's newest book, Until the Streetlights Come On here >> https://amzn.to/3RXjBlN Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In today's Tech Talks Daily Podcast episode, we ask: "As we race to embrace the transformative powers of generative AI, are we adequately considering the ethical, societal, and environmental impacts of this technology?" Joining us is a distinguished guest, Francesca Rossi, IBM Fellow, AI Ethics Global Leader, and a Co-Author of ACM's TechBrief on Generative Artificial Intelligence. Francesca brings her extensive expertise to shed light on the pressing issues surrounding the rapid commercialization of generative AI technologies. Our conversation dives into the profound implications of AI on the workforce, with the startling revelation from ACM's TechBrief that generative AI will significantly impact an estimated 80 percent of U.S. workers. Francesca will discuss the need for comprehensive AI policies incorporating end-to-end governance approaches, addressing risks at every AI development and deployment stage. We'll explore IBM's pioneering role in developing ethical AI principles. Francesca will share insights into how IBM addresses the challenging issues of biases in AI systems, ensuring fairness and inclusivity and setting industry standards for ethical AI practices. Moreover, she will elaborate on IBM's specific ethical guidelines and how they are integrated into their AI projects. The conversation will also navigate the broader landscape of generative AI, examining the ethical and societal challenges likely to intensify in the coming years. Francesca will offer her perspective on future challenges, including issues like AI-induced hallucinations, deep fakes, and the importance of accountability in AI. In light of the rapid changes and concerns surrounding AI, we'll discuss the role of organizations and individuals in staying informed and educated about these ethical implications. Francesca will highlight IBM's role in this educational aspect, paving the way for a responsible advancement of AI technologies. Finally, amidst the prevalent concerns, we'll seek optimism. What could the future of AI and society look like if we get it right? Francesca's insights aim to offer a more hopeful story about the potential of AI in shaping a better future. What do you think the future holds for the ethical development of AI technologies? Are we on the right track, or are there areas where we need to focus more attention? Join the conversation and share your thoughts on this critical issue.

Braving Business Podcast: Season 1, Episode 11This episode offers a deep dive into real-life action hero Buddy Jericho's fascinating life and his journey from being a soldier turned intelligence operative, hunting the world's worst terrorists, to finally becoming a successful entrepreneur. Buddy's journey is marked by his commitment to making open-source intelligence more accessible to law enforcement and businesses, and to his groundbreaking non-profit, Skull Games, which focuses on fighting sexual exploitation. The episode includes a robust discussion between Buddy and host Tal Zlotnitsky on the threats and opportunities inherent in Generative Artificial Intelligence.Guest Background:Buddy's diverse journey has taken him through various roles, each contributing significantly to his depth of experience and perspective. After serving in the military, Buddy founded Echo Analytics, a company delivering reliable open-source intelligence primarily to federal agencies and local law enforcement, which he later sold to the Defense Contractor Quiet Professionals Company.While running Echo Analytics, Buddy launched Skull Games, a 501(c) non-profit utilizing open-source intelligence to identify and aid victims of sexual exploitation and the predators abusing them. It stands out as a crucial tool for law enforcement agencies working on cases related to sex trafficking predators.Post Echo Analytics, Buddy founded Indago, a platform offering intelligence and business analysts advanced tools for efficient data analysis, exemplifying his unwavering entrepreneurial spirit.Main Discussion Points:1. Entrepreneurial Journey: - Transition from the military to entrepreneurship. - Learning curve involved in building the first company. - Importance of network and mentorship. - The juxtaposition of public and private sector business. - Overcoming obstacles and learning from failures. - Developing Go-To-Market strategies in the public sector.2. Resilience and Moral Compass: - The role of resilience in different life roles. - Maintaining a strong moral compass and its impact on business decisions. - Overcoming setbacks and facing adversity. - Learning from mistakes post-selling the first business. - Importance of service and board memberships.3. Technological Evolution and Generative AI: - The evolving landscape of operational intelligence. - The advent of modern technology and generative AI. - Risks, rewards, and threats posed by AI for disinformation. - Emerging trends and their implications for entrepreneurs.4. Business Ethics and Core Values: - Navigating ethical considerations in entrepreneurial endeavors. - The importance of belief and risk-taking in business pursuits.5. Upcoming Projects: - Launching a new product in October. - Continual passion and contribution to Skull Games' mission.Quotes:"Whether you believe you can do a thing or not, you are right." – Henry Ford"If it is something you believe in, just go for it - be bold, take risks and believe in yourself." - Buddy JerichoConclusion:Learn insights derived from Buddy's experiences, the ethical dimensions of his business endeavors, his perspective on technology, and his undying commitment to making a difference make this a must-listen for aspiring entrepreneurs and anyone interested in the amalgamation of business, technology, and ethics.Join us to unravel the man behind Echo Analytics, Skull Games, and Indago, and to uncover the inspirations, learnings, and philosophies that drive Buddy Jericho.