Photo Found: Older Couple of People
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods ...
But there is no road through the woods.
— Rudyard Kipling
Why should it be that anxiety grabs hold of us so tightly? Its grasp is a choke hold but we should be relieved of it if we believe in God. For God loves and provides but that anxiety is still perceived as real to us. Why? Because we lack faith? To have pure faith would be to have no anxiety nor fear and live in love unconditionally. There is an infection in us all, burying us alive in our own creation of despair and hatred and greed. Whether we wax or wane poetic or work hard for our keep, it will not matter. Because that infection will remain with only one path to relieve us. And that is the path not taken because the gate at the end will be narrow. How sad.
Comments for blogs and articles allow people to respond with their opinion as if that opinion is equal to all and helps interact with your customer/reader so that conversations can occur. Um, no. For years this and similar blanket statements have perpetuated this. It is a myth because evidence proves otherwise based on how humans act differently than prescribed and planned. Here is a non-comprehensive list of the types of commenters who, generally, do not add to the conversation at all and reasons why this blog does not have a comments area.
Yes, there are situations that the owners of articles do want to interact with their readers because of a common goal but seriously, that is not common. And no, posting anonymously isn't cowardly. It's a right and some people may have to post that way. (No I'm not talking about free speech cases where people yell "Fire!".)
What about me? It is rare for me to comment but when I do I always endeavor to be a Commenter. Life is too short for the rest. For the most part, I've found writing an email to the author the better route. Then I can have a conversation with them if they choose to talk to me.
Call it strange if you like but there is a lot of fun finding old photos. Imagining what life was like "in the day" and who people were or what they did in the place the photo was taken. What were the stories that we'll never know? Where are the people now? How did their lives affect others'? All this nostalgia wrapped in one object, scanned, and published. Some photos can even be haunting.
In this 1965 kitchen, what was the owners' life like? What were their favorite foods? OK, let's stop with the questions and enjoy the photo with the hopes more will come.
Text on back of photo: Kitchen is very tiny smaller than ours, it is now painted very lite orange
Yesterday's blog post, No, of that I’m innocent., has been bothering me. First, when your lawyer tells you to keep quiet, you keep quiet. Second, I'm dumbfounded by the interpretation of sexual harassment used in the post. Sexual harassment occurs not just when one person has power over the other in the workplace.
And there I will stop. Nothing more can be said right now because I'm that upset that I don't want to say anything stupid. So I'm taking Robert's lawyer's advice and staying quiet.
Why privacy matters
'Our minds can be hijacked': the tech insiders who fear a smartphone dystopia
The battle for attention intrigues me. It has for many years and what intrigues me the most is the battle against mind control. While people say that privacy is dead there can still be a way to achieve it. It's difficult, but not impossible, as long as we continue to have a cash society. The extinction of cash, that one, lonely factor, would make privacy almost impossible. At that point we'd either need a benefactor, someone we could totally trust with our money who would buy everything for us, or live off the land 100%. There is always the alternative to just give in but that will not do; it's something we can't afford.
Beyond the legitimized paranoia of a surveillance society just becoming mindful is hard. Imagine being in the present and totally in focus on what you are doing, in the zone. The two, privacy and mindfulness, are different but related in that both are being stolen by corporate dominance in our lives and necessary for peace of mind and security. Here are a few ways I'm trying to get back the mindfulness and privacy, which have been written about countless times all over the place and go beyond this humble list.
Remember, it's your life, not a government's or corporation's, and you can keep it that way. There's plenty of people to bring you down and convince you otherwise. For me, I will continue my steps and seek God to help keep my sanity.
We look at the present through a rear-view mirror. We march backwards into the future.
— Marshall McLuhan
Humans romanticize the past. We do. We think about how much easier life used to be. No matter what time period we are in, the past is better. Then we go retro. There are retro game consoles, retro computing, brutalist web design (retro web design), retro cars. Companies, eBay for one, make stacks of cash from our past and our desire to relive it by buying something from it. In reality, the past wasn't perfect and always good to us.
There is something in the human make-up that makes us live the present looking at the past. I was once told that if we looked forward we'd be a scientist or poet. Even they look back. When we look back we're looking through a rear-view mirror which allows us to see some of the past and still easily look forward. Or do we turn all the way around and forget to look where we're headed? Perhaps we change between the two.
McLuhan talked about society using new tools for yesterday's problems. This holds us back but our perspective is made from the past; we're afraid of looking forward. The industrial revolution scared people that their way of life, their existence, would end with industrialization. Now it's robots that will rid us of ourselves. Robots do seem more likely to move millions of workers to permanent unemployment because we can foresee the ability to do millions of jobs with AI. The industrial revolution couldn't offer that. What jobs have been taken from us by progress and industry? The elevator operator and...oh, that's it for now. AI is different.
Not that in-and-of-itself is AI bad. Like all tools, it can be used for good or evil. The problem arises that the emotional well-being of the human race can be greatly damaged. This is not a view of a luddite. AI has such great potential, but because of apathy of the masses and greed of the corporate entities, the human race has much to fear. Ethics is dying. The dollar is the control of decisions. Shareholder value dictates all.
Yes, people can choose retraining but to what? Where is the person's self-value if they fail? And do we need millions of robotic technicians? For that matter, could AI become so good that no one will need a job? At that point, there may be a level playing field for humanity and economics of society drastically changes to something we don't even know what yet.
And what of basic income given from the government? That idea exists so that millions that don't have a job will have money to buy all the products that are bought now and keep the corporate bottom line growing. If all of humanity is out of work do we all get a basic income? And would that result in a new Renaissance because everyone has leisure time and the income to do what they want? No, because AI could do it all for us, or so we predict. Perhaps I should read some Asimov now; he was more optimistic.
Updated 19 October 2017: Welcoming Our New Robot Overlords
Secret knowledge, or at least the thought of having secret knowledge, seems to infect people. The idea that you know something others don't gives a rush of excitement and power. And there is the opposite group; there is fun for those who don't believe the conspiracies because you feel smart enough to know that the whole thing is stupid. And because you know that lack of evidence is not evidence.
In my life I've believed in one conspiracy theory because of the evidence and it turned out that I was right. I wish I had been wrong. And if we take into account that in such theories, stories, and myths there is a kernel of truth in them, that something occurred and it was turned into a story that was greatly embellished, then do we really have a conspiracy theory or imagination? Is it something we can't full grasp so we make something up to explain it? Enter the The Polybius Conspiracy podcast. This is a conspiracy I'd only heard of recently and appears to be a where a crime was committed but was turned into something grander. It's a great listen. I don't buy the conspiracy of "men-in-black" but something traumatizing happened to the protagonist and I feel bad for whatever he went through.
I don't know how many times I've started over with a blog. More times than DC or Marvel does with their line of comics I'm sure. This time thought it's different (again). It's going to be more down-to-earth, whatever that means. It's going to be just me, being me. That's accurate. Yes, that will do.
It's all done in a hand-coded "brutalist" design.
I love you!