Information changes you

         Information changes you. This is a profound fact, assumed by all of us, but given short shrift, though it’s well worth the time to study.          Each of us learn to deal with...

Dumb, data dumb, data dumb

data dumb          There are many kinds of dumb. The ideologically dumb who cannot see their own stupidity through the gauze of a particular ism, is common. Marxism is the easiest example of that, but there are many others in...

Grandma versus the Machine

Grandmothers are like books. They take up time and space, and they smell. They are even dusty. The wisdom of the ages is that simple and direct. This is the source of knowledge we human beings survived upon for hundreds of thousands of years before what we call...

About the Revolution

         At the time this is written there is a television series being broadcast, spawned by the upcoming 250th anniversary of the American Revolution. This essay does not directly concern that, or the historical aspects of...

The new true and false

         With the advent of artificial intelligence, the very human and ancient quest for truth takes a new turn. The attempt to relegate truth to mere fact, just a math problem that the machine can digest, will now become...

Our wild west

         Despite all the drugs, and the alcohol, and the zombie politics, the average ‘boomer’ has a memory of things from the budding of the television age to the bloom of the internet, a period of about fifty years that...

In the matter of time

         We don’t have enough of it. We encumber ourselves with obligations for time to come. We forget too much of the time passed. Genuinely, we attempt to manage what we have, and what we have left. But we have failed at this...

Trespass

         I awoke from a dream this morning, not from mere sleep, but a dream. This experience possessed my mind as wholly as though I had just been there, and I lay awake then in the bed and stared into the infinite space above, as infinite as bedroom ceilings can...

An old man’s pockets

         An old man’s pockets are filled with things. I knew this as a child, along with much else that I have since forgotten. But my grandfather always carried a Barlow knife and an Indian head penny. You might have thought...

About that so-called new renaissance

(the Roseannadanna solution)          About this so called ‘new renaissance,’ that I hear so much banter about, even though saying ‘new rebirth’ is clumsy, redundant, awkward, inept, and certainly not apt. We may just be...

Simulations of simulation theory

         I have come to the conclusion that the psuedo religion also-called simulation hypothesis must be taken as seriously as any desert philosophy. Because I have been faced with a serious shortage of time, and given the...

The Durov syndrome

         When I hear very smart people talk about math, I am discouraged. I am immediately reminded of the devoutly religious who cannot see anything beyond their dogma. Math can be a religion as well....

Blue

         The sky this morning was so blue it appeared artificial; that is, the pure unblemished blue that a child or student might paint before being instructed that it appears artificial and needs a touch of cloud or variation...

When Thoreau roamed the earth

         I have been trying to deal with matters of greater importance than I fully comprehend. This is all on me. My ignorance has always exceeded my grasp. My problem is that there is no one else to consult on any of this, and...

Where we are now

         Whatever is written now will be lost. Forgotten. But not long ago, in a universe not very far away, what was written could be remembered for centuries. That was the time of books. An age of books. It lasted for about...

On learning to talk to myself

         This habit is commonly frowned upon. It is a matter of jest in most societies today. There is a theory, however, that not doing so is the root of all human misery. That is the line of reasoning that I follow here....

But what do you believe in?

         But what do you believe in? Someone once asked me that, at one of those moments when I was being most critical of one thing or another. Attempting to survive in high school then, the question was very much in order, given my classroom interruptions. I spent...