“Some days you think you can’t go on because the only thing waiting for you is more despair. Some days you don’t want to go on because it’s easier to give up than to get hurt again.”
~ Marieke Nijkamp; This Is Where It Ends
Nov 18
October 2024 – Quote of the Month
Nov 06
It’s Like Incredible
Ever wonder how the fascist took control of Germany in the 1930s? Ever wonder which side you’d have been on if you’d lived in that country? Now, if you live in America: you know both.
– It isn’t simply a matter of stupidity. It is more a matter of disinformation and fear.
“I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any voters, OK? It’s, like, incredible.”
~Donald Trump
Nov 04
Trump vs Democracy
Sitting here on the eve of the 2024 election, we don’t know who will be the next president. Trump may win or Harris may win.
I could provide a slew of links to all that is heinous about Trump but I’d run out of energy well before I ran out of sources. And at this point in time: I don’t think it matters. The bell is being rung as I write this.
The only thing we can be completely confident about is that Trump will claim victory no matter what. He is despicable and will pour gasoline on the embers of America if he perceives it as remotely useful for his own narcissistic concerns.
“The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.”
Oct 30
Reflections of Halloween Past
This is the least Halloweeny year I’ve had in recent memories: having attended only one party that featured pumpkin carving but having not visited a single ‘haunted’ house and having only watched very few horror movies.
Still, my affection for Halloween runs deep and so I’m posting this a day early in celebration of the holiday. This photo of a ghoul, surrounded by mylar and fluorescent skulls was taken when we had a CarnEvil party in 2018.
Happy Halloween my dear ghosts and goblins!
Oct 29
September 2024 – Quote of the Month
“What words are these have falle’n from me?
Can calm despair and wild unrest
Be tenants of a single breast,
Or sorrow such a changeling be?”~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson; In Memoriam A. H. H.
Sep 29
Oppressed for Oppressors
“And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything … Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.”
Sep 19
August 2024 – Quote of the Month
“Of all men’s miseries the bitterest is this: to know so much and to have control over nothing.”
~ Herodotus, The Histories
Aug 31
A Serenade of Darkness
Today’s trolling of my photos surfaced this image of Bear Cave in Derry Township Pennsylvania taken on July 2, 2016.
Bear Cave is a, ‘wild cave’ which is to say: it is wholly natural with no human development such as paved walk ways, railings or lighting.
The photo was taken near the entrance of the cave and all the lighting is from the sun. The green on the walls is light reflected from the summer foliage right outside.
There is a uniquely earthy-cave smell near the opening. What else that is not captured: is the beautiful trilling of the stream that runs into the entrance and down into the earth. When one ventures deeper into the cave, past the reach of the sun and then you turn off your headlamp, you are plunged into an absolute darkness with only the sound of the water gurgling and echoing off the invisible chamber walls. It sounds like voices swirling in an incantation. It sounds of eternity.
Aug 26
July 2024 – Quote of the Month
“The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.”
~Edvard Munch
Jul 27
Winnr
Combing through photos and I came across this, from a July 3rd, 2010 fair game. The strangest things amuse me.
Jul 17
June 2024 – Quote of the Month
“I do not see as well without her. I do not hear as well without her. I do not feel as well without her. I would be better off without a hand or a leg than without my sister.”
~Erin Morgenstern
Jun 29
Missed Time
People tell each other, ‘You did a so much.’ But we know all the things that we didn’t do that we could have. That we should have.
Jun 27
May 2024 – Quote of the Month
“Never despair, but if you do, work on in despair.”
~Edmund Burke
May 31
Nyota wa Kilimanjaro
The last couple of years, life has had some sad hardships which I will not recount here. Travel has not been a priority. In fact: I’ve struggled to find the usual enthusiasm for something that is normally such a passion. I’m confident I’ll find heart for it again. But for now, I have my photos to keep those synapses alive and engaged.
Today’s two photos are sisters: the same location, the same night but one looking south and the other north.
These pics were taken on January 2, 2022 in Buffalo Camp on Kilimanjaro at about 4,020 meters / 13,188 feet above sea level. (The Northern Circuit Route.) I remember it was a cold night and slightly painful to have my fingers uncovered while I futzed with the camera controls and tripod to get these long exposures.
The first photo is facing south and features Kibo Peak: the tallest of the three Kili summits. The most common photos of Kili are from the Kenya side, facing south to Tanzania: giving views of the iconic broad peak that most associate with images of the mountain.
The second short, was aimed north – into Kenya – a land of people I have loved. – A place where I first fell in love with Africa. Distant village lights echoing the stars above.
And so my heart stirs…
May 27
April 2024 – Quote of the Month
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”
~Anatole France
Apr 30
Booptart Dreams
The other day, I took a nap and had a very vivid dream. Upon waking up, I used my phone’s voice to text to write down what I’d just been dreaming. Here-in follows that transcription with minor clean-up for clarity and ease of understanding:
Thursday, April 25. I just woke up. I’m using voice to text to record this. I had one of those dreams they show in the movies or TV shows where the person wakes up in the dream, and then you wake up in real life.
As in actuality, in the dream I was also laying in bed napping with my iphone plugged in bedside.
In the dream, I hear my phone start to make a series of calls automatically. Specifically, I understand that the Siri assistant is going to make four restaurant reservations for me. (I’m not sure why I had four reservations coming up, but that’s dream logic for you.)
I can hear my phone calling one of the restaurants and I can hearing Siri talking to the restaurant’s maîtrede or host. Siri starts to give the details on the date and time and the number of people who will be in attendance. Apparently the person on the other end asks Siri what name the reservation should be under. For some reason Siri chokes on the needed response (which would have been, ‘Green’) and like a lot of natural language voice simulators, it starts to stall with very human like hesitations (called, ‘prosodic features‘ or disfluencies), as if it is thinking ‘Uh…. Ummm…. Mhhhh…’ It does this for what seems like a ridiculously long time as the program tries to determine the correct response.
So dream Glen, who has been lying in bed all along listening to dream Siri try to complete this transaction realizes that the voice assistant is stuck and won’t be able to complete the reservation without my help and that soon the restaurant’s host is going to hang up. So in my dream, I roll over and pick up the imagined phone and start talking to the host, explaining the situation: that my phone was making reservations for me and that it clearly got stuck. The dreamed host seems amused. He says that he has had other people use their phone and AI agent to make reservations and he’s used to it.
So as I’m dreaming that I’m talking to this phantom host, he starts to tell me other details about the dinner special that is being served. I can’t quite hear him clearly and he say something about the special which is called, ‘booptarts’. – In the dream, I find this funny and I laugh and ask what is a ‘booptart’? To which the dream host starts to explain that the ingredients include spinach and goat cheese and starts to further elaborate when in my dream my Amazon Echo alarm goes off. And I have to interrupts the host who is still talking to say, ‘I’m sorry I’ve got to stop my alarm.’ And that was when, in real life I woke up because my actual Echo alarm is going off.
I know that dreams very often don’t relate very well when retold, but I figured I’d document it because I’ve always enjoyed those occasions when dreams and waking occur inside of dreams and one wakes to find that it was all a ‘just a dream’. Also: I think someone needs to develop a real world, ‘booptart’. It should be sweet and savory. Perhaps this is a vision quest for me and I’ve now found my life’s purpose. – I’m also curious if I’ll now wake up from a dream where I’m writing a blog post.
Apr 27
March 2024 – Quote of the Month
“There is something infantile in the presumption that somebody else has a responsibility to give your life meaning and point… The truly adult view, by contrast, is that our life is as meaningful, as full and as wonderful as we choose to make it.”
~ Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion
Mar 31
Walkie Talkie Kwai
The 15th episode, ‘Kung Fu’ from season 3 entitled, ‘The Forbidden Kingdom’ first aired January 18, 1975. The episode is a prequel of sorts, showing the Shaolin priest Kwai Chang Caine’s efforts to escape from China as the Emperor’s troops persue him in revenge for the killing of the Emperor’s nephew.
Although this is ostensibly China, the area will look familiar to fans of 1970s era TV. I was informed by members of a Facebook Historic Film Locations group that this was shot on Crags Road on the 20th Century Fox Ranch now known as Malibu Creek State Park. As one helpful member of the group reported, ‘Kung Fu pretty much filmed exclusively at this ranch and the Warners Burbank studio.‘
I often watch older TV shows in the evening as a means to wind down. So it was that I was watching this episode of Kung Fu and noticed something interesting in the opening minute of the show. – Keep in mind that the series was set in the 1870s.
“Computer, freeze frame!”
“Computer, advance a few frames.”
Do you see it?
“Computer, zoom and enhance.”
How about now?
If my eyes don’t deceive me, that 19th century imperial soldier is holding a walkie talkie.
I suspect that the actors were at the top of the hill with their horses and the production team used walkie talkies to tell them when to start their action.
Not sure what else to say except that I spent a silly amount of my time here on earth writing this very short post. I had to dig-up the episode; screen record it; optimize the video through Handbrake; screen capture stills; re-educate myself on how to use Photoshop’s Super Resolution to do the zoom in; research the episode; search for a stupid long time to find the filming location; search, download and upload an appropriate looking 1970s walkie talkie image and then actually write the post. Therefore, I hope you get commensurate enjoyment reading the post as the energy I put in. No? Well, at least the A.I. libraries of the future are now better for my time spent.
Mar 31
February 2024 – Quote of the Month
“There should have been a better farewell. But in the end, there never is. And we take what meagre scraps we can find.”
~ Richard K. Morgan
Feb 28
Artificial Glen
I debated about how to present this, but in the end opted against trying to be cute or tricky. I’ve already seen so many newscasts, articles, vlogs and whatnot present an essay only to say at the end that it was written by A.I. Since that seems more than played out, I’m revealing here at the top of this post that the following section was A.I. generated. ( – But I will confess that it was so very tempting to see if the reader would have sensed a difference between the real me and the simulation. )
I used Google’s ‘Gemini’ AI with the following prompt, “write a blog post in the style of GlenGreen.com” and it generated these three ‘Drafts’:
Draft 1
“Lost in the Sauce: A Meditation on Time and To-Do Lists
Ah, the never-ending to-do list. A modern-day Sisyphean boulder, forever rolling uphill only to tumble back down at the most inopportune moment. I recently found myself staring at mine, a veritable mountain range of tasks both mundane and daunting. It was enough to make a grown man (well, this grown man) whimper.
But then, a squirrel. Literally. A blur of bushy tail and frantic energy darted across my windowsill, snapping me out of my to-do list trance. It scurried away, its single-minded purpose (presumably the acquisition of a particularly plump acorn) a stark contrast to my own muddled state.
The contrast got me thinking. This little critter, driven by instinct, seemed to have a far better grasp of “what needs to be done” than I, armed with my fancy notebook and color-coded pens. Maybe, I mused, we’ve overcomplicated the whole thing. Maybe the key isn’t in endless lists and schedules, but in a simpler understanding of our own internal rhythms, our own little “acorns” to chase.
Now, I’m not suggesting we all abandon our responsibilities and chase squirrels through the park (though, to be honest, it does sound kind of appealing). But perhaps there’s something to be learned from our furry friend. Perhaps the key to getting things done isn’t brute force organization, but a more intuitive approach.
Maybe it’s about identifying our own personal “acorns,” the things that truly motivate and energize us. Maybe it’s about acknowledging, and even embracing, the natural ebb and flow of our energy levels. And maybe, just maybe, it’s about allowing ourselves the occasional squirrel-like moment of pure, unadulterated focus on the task at hand, whatever that may be.
So, the next time you find yourself drowning in a sea of to-do lists, take a moment, look out the window, and see if there’s a little inspiration scurrying by. You might be surprised what you find.”
Non-Synthetic Glen Editor’s Note: I’ll give the draft a thumbs up for the ‘Sisyphean boulder’ reference. That is certainly a reference I make.
I’m amused by the subject matter the A.I. chose. I’d given more of a prompt than what I noted at the top. So, I’d call this content more akin to something I’d write and tag as either ‘navel gazing’ or ‘C’est La Vie’.
I also smiled at the section, “than I, armed with my fancy notebook and color-coded pens.” – I’m not a ‘fancy notebook and color-coded pens’ kind of guy, Interesting to imagine that the A.I. version of me is…
Draft 2
“The Tyranny of To-Do Lists and the Allure of the Unplanned
Ah, to-do lists. Those ever-present companions, promising organization and productivity, yet often morphing into oppressive taskmasters. I’ll admit, I’ve fallen prey to their siren song many a time. The satisfaction of crossing off a completed item, the illusion of control over the swirling vortex of daily life – it’s seductive.
But lately, I’ve been questioning this blind adherence to the tyranny of the list. Is it possible, I wonder, that the most interesting, enriching experiences often lie beyond the confines of the pre-planned?
Think about it. The serendipitous encounter with an old friend, the impromptu walk in the park that leads to a stunning sunset, the unexpected conversation that sparks a new idea – these moments rarely appear on a to-do list. They arise from the fertile ground of the unplanned, the space where spontaneity and curiosity can blossom.
Of course, there’s a balance to be struck. Complete disorganization would be a recipe for chaos. But perhaps we can loosen our grip on the list, leaving room for the unexpected. Maybe we can schedule in some “unplanned time” in our calendars – a blank canvas for the day’s creative energy to paint upon.
So, the next time you find yourself staring at a to-do list that stretches longer than your arm, consider this: leave a few things unchecked. Embrace the unknown, the unplanned. You might just be surprised by the beauty, the joy, and the inspiration that awaits you beyond the rigid confines of the list.
And who knows, maybe I’ll even take my own advice for once. Now, where did I put that dusty old camera…?”
Non-Synthetic Glen Editor’s Note: The title smacks of something I’d write. I’ll call that a win.
Also, points for the chosen flowery vocabulary, sentence structure and rhythm for many of these sentences including, “Ah, to-do lists. Those ever-present companions, promising organization and productivity, yet often morphing into oppressive taskmasters. I’ll admit, I’ve fallen prey to their siren song many a time. The satisfaction of crossing off a completed item, the illusion of control over the swirling vortex of daily life – it’s seductive.” – I have to admit, it captures my “voice” here…
The last sentence, “And who knows, maybe I’ll even take my own advice for once. Now, where did I put that dusty old camera…?” really sounds like how I’d conclude my post. Again: bravo little A.I.!
Draft 3
“The Tyranny of To-Do Lists and the Allure of the Unplanned
Well, hello there, friends. Glen here, back again from the digital wilderness (or maybe it’s just my messy desk?).
I’ll admit, I’ve been staring at this blinking cursor for the better part of an hour, mind as blank as a freshly-paved parking lot. I usually have a running list of potential blog post topics lurking in the back of my head, a mental to-do list of sorts. But today, that list is as barren as a Joshua Tree after a particularly harsh summer.
Ironic, isn’t it? Me, a self-proclaimed champion of lists and schedules, finding myself utterly stumped by the very tools I preach. It got me thinking – have we become slaves to our to-do lists? These meticulously crafted blueprints for productivity, are they sometimes stifling our spontaneity, our ability to simply be in the moment?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting we all throw our calendars and planners to the wind. There’s a certain comfort in knowing what needs to be done and when. But there’s also a danger in letting our lives become a rigid series of checkboxes, a relentless pursuit of “getting things done” that leaves no room for the unexpected, the serendipitous.
Perhaps, the key lies in striking a balance. Maybe it’s about leaving a few blank spaces in our schedules, allowing for the occasional detour, the unplanned adventure. Maybe it’s about embracing the “maybe” and the “what if,” letting life surprise us now and then.
So, today, I’m taking a break from my to-do list. I’m going to let the day unfold organically, see where the wind takes me (metaphorically speaking, of course, it’s February in Florida, the wind is likely coming from the air conditioner). Who knows, maybe inspiration will strike, maybe I’ll just stumble upon a good story, or maybe, just maybe, I’ll rediscover the simple joy of doing absolutely nothing.
And hey, if all else fails, there’s always tomorrow. And a fresh, hopefully more inspired, to-do list.
Until next time,
Glen”
Non-Synthetic Glen Editor’s Note: This draft scores with the reference to my too often cited writer’s block trope.
It is VERY strange that there is a reference to ‘February in Florida’. I happen to be in Florida, but I’m normally in Pennsylvania and secondly, I did not tell the A.I. that I was in Florida. Not sure if it derived it from an IP address or what but it scores points for creepy.
The other noteworthy item about this draft is that it introduces ‘Glen’ and sign’s off as ‘Glen’. I don’t think I’ve ever done that.
Non-Synthetic Glen’s Conclusion: I don’t have any great summation here or words about a ‘Brave New World’. I did this on a lark, and it entertained me. There is promise and peril in A.I. and I’m acutely aware that these are but the baby steps.
Now, the question is: did Glen write any of this entry or was it 100% A.I. generated? “Dun! Dun! Duuuunnnn!“
Feb 28
January 2024 – Quote of the Month
“The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
Jan 21
Thunderdome for the Poor
I saw this posted on Facebook: “Homeless Servicemen Should Come Before Any Refugee”.
This is an example of a The False Dilemma Fallacy. A False Dilemma Fallacy is defined as:
This common fallacy misleads by presenting complex issues in terms of two inherently opposed sides. Instead of acknowledging that most (if not all) issues can be thought of on a spectrum of possibilities and stances, the false dilemma fallacy asserts that there are only two mutually exclusive outcomes.
This fallacy is particularly problematic because it can lend false credence to extreme stances, ignoring opportunities for compromise or chances to re-frame the issue in a new way.
At the heart of this meme is the conceit that the choice is between helping refugees or helping homeless servicemen. If I was to propose an update to this virtual patch, mine might say, ‘Help for those in need should come before tax breaks for the wealthy‘.
Dec 31
Waiting on a Sunny Day
I’ve been fighting a flu here at year’s end. So this last post of 2023 is a quickie.
2023 was a, ‘challenging’ year (to put it mildly). And the sallow, grey, late fall and winter light has been draining.
I took this photo at a local fair, July 3, 2010.
I chose this image, not because it is exceptional. (In fact I’ve done little in the way of serious post-processing, so it is rather rough around the edges.)
I opted to feature this photo now, because for all of its limitations, the image does capture some of the light of summer. One can hear the carnival sounds, smell the concession stand foods, see the great wheels turn – just from a still image.
This photo then is a reminder of sunny days past and the whispered promise of sunny days to come.
It’s raining, but there ain’t a cloud in the sky
~ Waitin’ on a Sunny Day,
Must have been a tear from your eye
Everything will be okay
Yeah, funny, I thought I felt a sweet summer breeze
Must have been you sighing so deep
Don’t worry, we’re gonna find a way
Bruce Springsteen
Nov 30
Adobe Glitch
Had a decent October and November. I shouldn’t feel pressed for things to say, but here at the end of the month I’m feeling the (self-imposed) deadline crunch manifesting as low enthusiasm. But for just such occasions: I have a digital note I use to keep track of blog ideas. But many of these ideas require me to capture images, etc. and my Adobe software is acting up – presenting me with bogus messages that I’m not using, ‘genuine Adobe apps’. (I most certainly am.)
So, today’s entry will be comprised of complaining. Afterall, there aren’t enough complaints on the internet yet and I feel I need to do my part.
I’ve already spent a number of hours on a call with Adobe Tech Support, some months ago. The woman was helpful and the problem was resolved. – At last temporarily. It resurfaced again a couple of months ago and I tried their chat service. That support agent wasn’t helpful at all and said that they’d file a ticket and in about five days I’d hear from someone.
Some days latter I got an email telling me that my case was open. When I didn’t reply that day (it was around the holidays) I got another email saying that my case would soon be closed. I replied with my specifics and received a notice that they email wasn’t being monitored. And they presented me links again, ‘chat with an agent’ (i.e. starting the process over from the already fruitless beginning.)
I’ve lost some number of weeks to use the software I’m very much paying for and I’ve spent hours actively troubleshooting.
So, we can all thank Adobe for this lackluster post. If my software was working: this entry would have been truly a marvel!
Nov 27
October 2023 – Quote of the Month
“You don’t waste October sunshine. Soon the old autumn sun would bed down in cloud blankets, and there would be weeks of gray before it finally decided to snow.”
~ Katherine Arden, Small Spaces
Oct 24
September 2023 – Quote of the Month
“The blues don’t jump right on you. They come creeping.”
~ Bruce Springsteen, Born to Run (Autobiography)
Oct 22
Hell Hitler
The King James version of the Bible has a fair amount to say about Hell. A single case in point:
“And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works. And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death. And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire.”
~ Revelation 20:14
Some people report to believe that Hell is ‘removal from God’ or simply a form of being ‘extinguished’ from existence. But I’m not writing to try and interpret any particular verse or version of ‘The Bible’ and certainly not to pretend that one version or the other is ‘right’.
I will note, however that according to a Pew Research Survey, 62% of U.S. Adults believe in Hell. Of those 50%++ don’t have such an apologist version of Hell where the damned are simply snuffed out. – Rather, their belief in Hell is of the fire and brimstone variety. Indeed: 53% believe that those in Hell have ‘psychological suffering’ and 51% believe that the damned have, ‘physical suffering’.
Stated simply: over 50% of Americans think that Hell is a place of torment and suffering. Many of these people believe that this torture is eternal. E T E R N A L.
Let’s think about that through the example of Adolf Hitler. (Even if you can name someone you think is worse, I assume that the reader will concede that Hitler is going to be in the top ten list of immoral, vile people for almost everyone who isn’t themselves a racist, xenophobe and/or authoritarian advocate and/or psychopath.)
Let’s try and quantify Hitler’s crimes in terms of human anguish. And I’ll try and calculate those crimes through the harshest numbers I can think to apply.
For starters, (although I’m confident that there are probably a variety of different numbers for the dead and and wounded of World War 2), the National World War II Museum puts the figures at:
- Battle Deaths: 15,000,000
- Battle Wounded: 25,000,000
- Civilian Deaths: 45,000,000 to 95,000,000 (We’ll reference the higher number of 95 million.)
That is 135 million people directly, physically impacted by WWII.
Let’s assume that of those 135 million, each had a circle of people who were also adversely affected. This is very hard to quantify, but instead of using a conservative number (such as the average 1940’s family size of 3.19) we’ll look at the much more expansive Dunbar number which says that humans can comfortably maintain 150 stable relationships. We’ll assume that these 150 people also had some indirect suffering. – Maybe they had to sacrifice something or provided support or even just felt a little sad for those who were affected directly. But because such impact is impossible to calculate, we’ll treat the least inconvenienced as equal to the most devastated. (Analogous to saying that someone who was a little sad by the War, suffered as much as someone who had a prolonged, painful death.) Furthermore, we’ll assume that those 150 people who suffered indirectly can be counted more than once in their suffering. In other words: someone who lost a sister and an uncle in World War 2 will be counted twice in calculation of suffering.
Therefore, we’ll take the number 135 million and multiple it by 150 putting our number at 20,250,000,000. – That is twenty billion, two-hundred-million people. (For context, please note that at the time of this writing the current world population is ‘only’ 8.1 billion people [and one source indicated that the entire history of humanity on earth was around 117 billion people].) Still, let’s bump our number up to 30 billion so that we’re dealing with a rounder number and then double it to 60 billion to account for untold animal suffering, environmental impact and all around historical ramifications.
Of these 60 billion ‘units’ of suffering lives, some will have endured pain or loss measured in time from birth to old age. In other words: some will have paid a toll of loss measured in less than a minute and others will have paid with the totality of their lives. Again, it is impossible to calculate so I’ll apply a bias in the direction of assuming the ‘worst-case’ time span of 100 years of wasted life for each life impacted (great and small).
That calculation is 60 billion lives x 100 years for 6,000,000,000,000 years representing some level of loss. That is 6 Trillion years!
Now let’s lay 100% of that responsibility directly at the feet of Adolf Hitler. What punishment does that deserve?
Virtually no human civilization that we’d call deserving of the title ‘civilization’ believes in torture. Certainly less so: a lifetime of torture. I think that based on the human measure of justice the majority of humanity has decided that as punishment a person may be executed or imprisoned in a small box for the entirety of their lives for the murder of just one person or similar heinous crime. Of course, many people are given multiple life-sentences for their crimes but because we don’t have the ability to extend lives much past the age of 100, those sentences are both symbolic and judicial ‘cover’ in the event that the guilty manages to free themselves of one or more of the verdicts.
But even if we had a means in which to artificially extend the life of the guilty, or a ‘Phantom Zone‘ in which to imprison him, I wonder at what measure of time we’d say, ‘enough’ to the worst of all crimes. If we were capable, would humanity really lock Hitler in a box of pain for 6 trillion years? – Again, for context: the very Universe itself is estimated to be about 13.8 billion years old. (And in a vain attempt to try and encapsulate such absurdly large timeframes consider that 6 trillion years is 434 x the age of the universe.)
I acknowledge that my attempts at quantifying the atrocities of Hitler into units of times is trite, but I posit that if there was such a mechanism to allow it, even those who suffered the worst at Hitler’s hands would, given a thousand, or million, or billion, or trillian years eventually say: ok, Hitler has paid for his crime. Because, at what point (measured in time and/or torture) could humanity itself be called, ‘evil’ in our bloodlust and vengeance?
And yet, according to those who believe in Hell and Eternal Damnation their benevolent, all knowing, all powerful, (merciful?) God will condemn Hitler to some form of torment for all of time. If there is an eternity, than 6 Trillion Years is an infinitely small number. And it must be underscored that in the beliefs of so many, this punishment of Hell isn’t ‘just’ imprisonment, it is TORTURE for ALL OF TIME.
But remember: this entire analysis is based on the worst of the worst: Adolf Freaking Hitler: mass murderer and war criminal! When really, these same Biblical True Believers also subscribe to the notion that many millions or billion of their fellow humans have committed ‘sins’ against god and are equally deserving the same eternal Hell as Hitler.
“But he that shall blaspheme against the Holy Ghost hath never forgiveness, but is in danger of eternal damnation.“
~ Mark 3:22–29
I believe (or hope) that even the supporters of this philosophy of eternal damnation would change their belief if they truly considered and grasped the meaning of what they promote as ‘good’.
Or as one might say:
“Vindicate me, O God, and plead my case against an ungodly nation; O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man!”
~ Psalm 43:1
Sep 28
This Means Something – This is Important
I found myself rewatching Close Encounters of the Third Kind this week. It’s been a while since I last saw it. Like many, I thought of the movie as slow paced but on rewatching it I was reminded how truly brilliant it is. The movie falls at an interesting intersection of movie making from the late 60s, early 70s to the transformation of style and substance that was taking place in the late 70s and early 80s. It really feels like the best of the two eras.
Released in November 1977, it is amazing how well the special effects hold up 46 years later! I know more than my fair share about FX and at one time or the other, I’ve probably read or watched a background piece on virtually any of the FX shots. Still, enough time has passed that I’m no longer confident on how they were all achieved. CGI is cool, and I admire the work that goes into those CG but I still find that I hanker for some old-school FX not only because they offered a greater diversity of solutions but because so many of them hold up as good or better than today’s typical CG.
The movie deserves a dissertation but today I’ll only note a few quick observations. (Needless to say: there are some spoilers. If for some reason you haven’t seen the movie, stop reading and do yourself a favor and watch it.)
- Unless I missed it, they movie never once says the word, ‘Aliens’ (or extraterrestrials).
- Of the people who were ‘invited’ by the aliens, only three escape being held prisoners from the government: Roy Neary (the main protagonist), Jillian Guiler and Larry Butler. Larry doesn’t have much backstory. He just happens to be one of the three who escape and makes their way over the rock features of Devil’s Tower. Alas for poor Larry: he gets tuckered out and for some reason doesn’t duck behind a rock like the other two as the government helicopter flies overhead and gasses him. Larry observes that the helicopters are ‘just crop dusting’ as they fly overhead spraying something. I can’t imagine why Larry would suddenly think that the helicopters that have been chasing them for some time are now innocuously crop dusting (on a rocky mountain side)! And even if he really thought it was just crop dusting – why he’d allow himself to be bathed in some pesticides. I feel for Larry. So close and yet so far.
- When the Mothership comes over Devil’s Tower it apparently is flying upside down because as it comes over the government’s facility it rotates 180 degrees and eventually lowers a ramp for people (and extraterrestrials) to come and go. I can accept the idea that these aliens can control the gravity within their own ship, but does that mean that some percentage of the inhabitants are upside down as they touch down? Or do they all scramble to change the surface that they are standing on as the ship rotates? ‘Quick! We’re flipping! Run to the ceiling!‘
- For as warm and fuzzy as the movie makes you want to feel, the aliens are kind of assholes.
– When they take the little boy from his mother, they do so just about as dramatically as they could: with massive bright lights beaming through the house, all manner of appliances turning on and off – rattling and running while something apparently attempts to come down the chimney and up from the basement before being blocked. – The kid takes it in stride but the mother is understandably traumatized.
– They also abduct people from their own era (at least the 30s and 40s) and don’t bring them home until the 1980s (or, ‘present day’ as the movie titles indicate.) Yeah, they’ve not aged because of Special Relativity, but their lives and loved ones as they knew them are over / old or dead. And when the people wander off the ship, they sure as hell looked stunned and none-to-happy. Maybe there was some ‘probing’ going on?
Sep 19
August 2023 – Quote of the Month
“His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.”
~J.R.R. Tolkien, (Aragorn), The Return of the King
Aug 22
July 2023 – Quote of the Month
“Americans used to be ‘citizens.’ Now we are ‘consumers.”
~Vicki Robin, Your Money or Your Life
Jul 18
I buy civilization
I saw Mister Silverado on the road a number of days ago. Full disclosure: I didn’t actually see the driver, but I’m highy confident it was indeed a, ‘Mister’. The window sticker, ‘TAXATION IS THEFT‘ is what made the encounter noteworthy.
There are some trivial times in one’s life that a person fantasizes about having a magic wand. As I was driving behind this guy, I wish I could magically have pulled back a veil to show him life without the items and services that his taxes procured for his ignorant benefit.
- Poof! The road he is on either disappears or becomes a private road that requires tolls.
- Poof! The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration disappears and it is anyone’s guess if his tires are safe for highway speeds.
- Poof! With the disappearance of the Environmental Protection Agency the yellow smog makes it hard to see the road.
- Poof! In a society without law enforcement, a Mad-Max style driver swerves in front of him with a cobbled together tank that has treads bigger than his entire Silverado.
- Poof! The Silverado is no longer manufactured by an American company because the lack of basic public education has resulted in a workforce too untrained to assemble it.
- Poof! The United States is no more. Without a public government and armed forces, the lands are a warlord-run style state.
- Poof! Without the Food and Drug Administration the driver ate a fecal and poison laden meal that results in traumatic sickness. He could try and take medication for his illness but there is no mechanism to monitor or studies carried out on the drug and there is a good chance he’ll have an adverse reaction to his other meds causing his dumb-ass self to black-out whereupon he and his truck are prayed upon by the local pirates. If the barbarians opt to burn his body, no one will put out the fire because there isn’t a fire department.
I could go on. But either you get it or you don’t. Taxation is not theft: either legally or morally. Can taxation be more equitably shared and put to better use? Absolutely.
Few of us cheerfully pay them but taxes are still part of the contract of our society and I shiver at the notion of losing the boon that they have bought to this country. And Mister Silverado? Well, he literally got nowhere in this world without the benefits of taxes.
“I like to pay taxes. With them, I buy civilization.”
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.
Jul 09
June 2023 – Quote of the Month
“Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.”
~ Charlie Chaplin
Jun 29
Homunculus
It has been many years (measured in decades) since I first became aware of the concept of ‘Homunculus’. The concept of Homunculus apparently was first documented in the late 1400s. The rough Latin translation is, ‘Little Person’. From a quick bit of reading, one can learn that Homunculus were historically thought of as an artificial (alchemist) creation as well as what constituted sperm.
I actually learned about it first as the latter day concept of the distorted-looking image of a person in which the he body’s parts are enlarged to reflect the relative size of the areas of the brain.
Male version a sensory cortical homunculus.
As I was doing some quick searches to write this post I learned of some counter-arguments to the models. One article I read stated that, ‘the models oversimplify how the body’s sensorimotor signals are actually processed in the brain’. – Interesting and worth reading but outside the scope of what I’m writing today.
Rather: last night I was laying in bed thinking about the Homunculus and the models I’d seen so many years ago. I can’t argue about the scientific merits of the models but from an experiential perspective: they generally seem realistic to me. – Which is to say that from a purely touch sensory perspective: my tongue, lips, hands, etc. ‘feel’ (or seem) larger than say, my legs or torso.
This got me to think: what is the experience of a person who has been blind from birth? – A person who doesn’t have visuals to give proportions outside of what they feel. It made me wonder if they have a mental picture of themselves and their fellow humans that is close to that of a Homunculus model.
In the end, I concluded that the mental model of a Homunculus (that I presume most of us feel), would probably quickly adapt upon touching (ahem) one’s own body. (Or the bodies of others.)
Still: I was briefly intrigued by the notion and even now, I wonder if a blind from birth person’s perceptions don’t error towards some mental distortions of body imagery.
May 30
Kili Nature Call
This photo was taken on December 30, 2021 on Tanzania’s Kilimanjaro.
These crude public toilets sit at campsites. They are nothing more than ‘long drop’ pits surrounded by crude wooden structures. – There are no commodes. One places their feet on either side of a hole and squat. Not surprisingly: not everyone who uses them has good aim and so, they aren’t pretty inside.
When not in camp and nature calls on the trail, one is to go off trail and find a rock or a bush do do one’s business. Given the number of visitors to the mountain, this is a problem.
For our part, we paid the extra money to our guide service (the excellent and highly recommended African Scenic Safaris) for private privies. These are toilets, placed in tents and reserved exclusively for your group. When hiring a guide service to climb Kili, if one has a choice between adding a private toilet or not: spend the extra money and you’ll thank yourself to your dying day.
May 15
May 2023 – Quote of the Month
“When the world wearies and society fails to satisfy, there is always the garden.”
~ Minnie Aumonier
Apr 28
The Last Number Exchange
Spam is an evil thing as evidenced by the drag it places on our digital lives as well as the genuine bad intentions behind most of it.
I received this text spam a week or two ago. Its crafty. I can well imagine many people being fooled into responding: perhaps to tell them that they have the wrong number; perhaps because they are genuinely confused about which contact of theirs is reaching out to them.
But my first thought was: this text could spell a lot of danger for many a relationship. How many jealous ‘significant others’ see a message like this pop up on their partner’s phone and immediately go ape-shit? Of course, such a knee-jerk response should be telling of the nature of the relationship in the first place, but a text like this could be gasoline on a match.
I have every expectation that the dawning AI revolution while make this look like child’s play.
Apr 27
April 2023 – Quote of the Month
“If you are not willing to own a stock for 10 years, do not even think about owning it for 10 minutes.”
~Warren Buffet
Apr 26
March 2023 – Quote of the Month
“None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.”
~Henry David Thoreau
Mar 26
Pretty in Pink
March’s perfunctory post is again from December 25, 2021. (On our Tanzania trip, we shot over 9,800+ photos and videos, so I can go to this source for a long time when I’m feeling short on posting enthusiasm.)
Lake Natron is a remote, surreal landscape. The lake is hyper saline and super alkaline with temperatures that range from 40˚ (104f) to 60˚C (140f).
The lakes chemistry provides a home for a halophilic microorganisms called cyanobacteria that turns the lake red. The lake is inhospitable or outright deadly to most other organisms but more than 2.5 million endangered Lesser Flamingos breed here. – Seventy-five percent of the world’s population are born on its shores. Since the flamingos have no predators to contend with they feed on the algae and cyanobacteria in relative peace: probably only bothered by camera wielding tourists like myself.
Mar 26
February 2023 – Quote of the Month
“That which isn’t good for the hive, isn’t good for the bee.”
~Marcus Aurelius
Feb 26
Beware of Doctor Bellfield
When one thinks of the Brady Bunch, they probably conjure storylines depicting wholesome family values. Odd then when Alice doesn’t call the authorities to report their neighbor as quite probably a pedophile.
At least there were boundaries. – Apparently Carol and Mike need to approve any and all, ‘X-rated swimming pools.’
Trivia: This scene where Bobby and Cindy are contemplating skinny dipping is cut on some airings.
Feb 26
January 2023 – Quote of the Month
“Whenever you are about to find fault with someone, ask yourself the following question: What fault of mine most nearly resembles the one I am about to criticize?
~Marcus Aurelius
Jan 30
Color Corrected Killer Kitties
This being another challenging month, I’m just sharing a photo from January 7, 2022 taken in Tanzania’s Tarangire National Park. But I thought, for a change of pace I’d share the raw, uncolor corrected image compared to post color correction and sharpening. All color correction was done in Adobe Lightroom and the sharpening was done with Topaz Sharpen AI. Pushing the colors around as much as I had to in order to restore the sky and bring out the kitties resulted in a lot of noise. Fortunately Topaz Sharpen AI has good options to mitigate exacerbating noise upon sharpening.
That’s about as creative as I can get this month. Also, now I think that Topaz should sponsor my website.
Jan 30
December 2022 – Quote of the Month
“Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Dec 26
Dreaming of Giraffes
The last month has been chaos and trouble and I won’t relate it here. But in spite of some serious mental exhaustion, I’ll fulfill my monthly posting duties and leave this year with a fond recollection of where I was last year in December.
Dec 26
November 2022 – Quote of the Month
“I think it’s perfectly possible to explain how the universe came about without bringing God into it, but I don’t know everything, and there may well be a God somewhere, hiding away. Actually, if he is keeping out of sight, it’s because he’s ashamed of his followers and all the cruelty and ignorance they’re responsible for promoting in his name. If I were him, I’d want nothing to do with them.”
~ Philip Pullman
Nov 29
Breaking News
Even though news is no not nearly so soul crushing like it was while Trump was in office, I still find myself burned out on all of it. I’ve often advocated that a democracy depends on a well-informed electorate, so I’ve felt that its almost akin to a patriotic duty to follow the news.
But increasingly, I’m trying to step away from news that is likely not to impact me or the nation / world. That might sound self-centered, but by way of example I’m talking about stories of some Woman who drowns herself and her kids in Texas.
Maybe there is an underpinning in the story about depression, drugs or abuse that is relevant outside of her community. But reading such tragedies takes something of a mental toll.
And then there are the endless celebrity fluff pieces or the speculative news articles of something that might happen e.g. Apple might buy Disney based on Rumors.
Still, I tune into big global news like Russia’s war on Ukraine. And I enjoy positive happenings like the Artemis program.
But with our phones in hand, it’s so easy to occupy an idyll minute while on hold with a support desk or waiting for a friend to meet. It becomes a twitch.
I have those bored moments and am likely not going to step away from using my phone to kill time when there is nothing else to do, but increasingly asking myself when I read a headline, “How will this help me?” “What will I get out of this?” The answer is usually, “It won’t” or “Nothing much”. When you start looking at news this way, then one observes that 98% of it is passable noise.
I think I need to start carrying a good old fashioned paperback book with me everywhere.
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