These things have been active the past few evenings, at dusk, in a large undeveloped area just to the southeast of my place…
Category / Generic
Music I’ve Loved : 10
A talented, inventive Britsh folk-rock band who peaked in the early 70’s called Pentangle, and who loved delving deeply into centuries-pld folklore to uncover material to interpret…
A Conversation Overheard Near the Moon
Overcoming The World
I don’t believe or disbelieve these things. Those kinds of stances towards such lofty happenings seem demeaning and facile and dismissive to me. Rather, I sense that there is truth in them. And accept the burden of working upon ‘self’ to evolve matters such that more is gradually illuminated. This feels like a personal responsibility to me. I wouldn’t call it religion; that obscures the reality.
“…for I have overcome the World.” — John 16:33
“Fragmentation Creation Events”?
At 50
Gender, Athletic Competition, & AI Chess
A recurring idea from Jaron Lanier (“You Are Not A Gadget” – 2010) goes like this: “It isn’t really a question of whether AI can get smarter than humans. It is more whether humans will collectively (unconsciously) agree to make themselves stupid enough to descend to the same level as artificial intelligence”. I’ve paraphrased but you get the idea. What does this have to do with the social debate over transgender athletes?
A Dream (2026/03/18)
True, not fictionalized, to the best of my recall. (Because the memory function rapidly deteriorates immediately upon crossing the membrane from sleeping to waking — the sudden influx of sensory inputs taxes one’s will in an overpowering way.)
Mrs. Markey’s Sentient Fiddle – (scene 13)
A Novella in installments, tracing the intermingling autobiographies of a boy and a violin, spanning over a century. The previous episode is right here. To find any episode, look here.
(The protagonist posing with some old friends: a Japanese shakuhachi, A Zimbabwean mbira, and a good ol’ American jaw harp.)
(13) – Widowed in the Cupboard, NJ, 1959
Mrs. Markey’s Sentient Fiddle – (scene 12)
A Novella in installments, tracing the intermingling autobiographies of a boy and a violin, spanning over a century. The previous episode is right here. To find any episode, look here.
(The protagonist posing with some old friends: a Japanese shakuhachi, A Zimbabwean mbira, and a good ol’ American jaw harp.)
(12) – The Communion Breakfast, NJ, 1964
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