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Tangled up in Blue.

Peter Pearson.

I like to use the VR app, Wander. Wandering all around the world in virtual reality using Google Street view. I keep the verbal “call and response” version of the ChatGPT app on my phone close by. As I wander around the planet, I ask the bot questions, really obscure ones, about all the weird stuff I see. It’s like having a deeply nuanced travel companion with a deep book on tons of minutia. It makes the obscure become visible. And it’s a lot of fun…

Resist as much as possible without getting killed. BTW, I’m an Old-White-Guy Boomer. Not all people in my generation are lining up to kiss Trump’s ass…

Guess when I was born… Went to school with James, William, Dan, John, Joseph, David, Elizabeth, Lisa, Margaret, Debbie, Carolyn, Bonnie, Susan, Karen, Michael, and Peter. Most of the Karens I knew were nice people. They don’t deserve the bad rap.

Variation, selection, heredity, time.

I love mornings because I wake up feeling optimistic about the coming day. Mornings are perfect for getting stuff done — exercise, catch up on work, and run errands before the afternoon crowds hit. The world feels fresh and full of possibility in the mornings before the stresses of the day set in. Waking up early lets me really seize the day.

Positive denial.

Groundhog Day.

Edibles from the local dispensary here in California.

Am I the only shopper who buys a hot dog and a cheese slice, tosses the dog bun, rolls the dog into the pizza slice and narfs out?

FWIW, my mother died in 1991 of lung cancer. She started at age 15. Kept smoking until she could no longer. RIP Pearl.

Was born in 1957. Grew up with everyday second hand smoke. Was generally unaware of it until my young teenage years. Then couldn’t tolerate it. Would stuff a towel under my bedroom door to keep the smoke from creeping in during my mom’s a.m. ciggy and coffee in the kitchen. Am a nonsmoker today and will walk across the street to avoid someone smoking. Yeeeech.

If a bear shits in the woods, is the Pope Catholic? (Equally perplexing question…)

I think the next hundred years will bring more changes to humanity than the last 10,000 years have. We have devised methods to gaslight ourselves; we’re moving into a world where the concept of truth is malleable and unknowable. The machines will get smarter, the rich will get richer. I’ll be 66 years old in about a month. I have many more yesterdays than tomorrows. I’m not looking forward to leaving this world, but I’m not particularly interested in being a participant in what comes next.

Sure, the guy was a murderer and somewhat nuts, but this quote of his always rang true with me. This is, in a nutshell, the future: “But I am suggesting neither that the human race would voluntarily turn power over to the machines nor that the machines would willfully seize power. What I do suggest is that the human race might easily permit itself to drift into a position of such dependence on the machines that it would have no practical choice but to accept all of the machines’ decisions. Eventually a stage may be reached at which the decisions necessary to keep the system running will be so complex that human beings will be incapable of making them intelligently. At that stage the machines will be in effective control. People won’t be able to just turn the machines off, because they will be so dependent on them that turning them off would amount to suicide.”

Can’t get them to run on Windows.

Now you come to me and you’ve got green streaks in your hair

You walk like Greta Garbo, but you talk like Yogi Bear

What’s going on? What’s going on?

I really don’t believe what’s going on; what’s going on?

— Al Stewart