Strange night, I dreamt I was blind (must’ve had my eyes closed) and on the streets of a city in Italy, maybe Portofino, I don’t know, I couldn’t see it. Birds fought for scraps in the street, children begged parents for a treat, old boats bobbed and slapped in the waves, the wind whistled lightly past discount sale signs, and banners and awnings, flowers smelled fragrant and spaghetti carbonara wafted in the wind as coffee was poured and cups tingled with spoon applied, and a man on a phone, because no one talks like that in person, complains in Italian, at least I think it’s complaining, I hear the word stupido. I am grief stricken, at thought I cannot see, but then I start to see with my ears and with scent and I fill in the blanks the boats look colorful, the birds are white with orange beaks, the paint with pastel colors is peeling, and the man on the phone must have an apron to match the sounds of flapping, and the coffee smells oh so good… oh well, I woke up and can see just fine… and I’m happy for this small miracle.
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Baseball in October…
Baseball in October
Congratulations to the Houston Astro’s and Washington National’s … League champions that will face each other in the World Series this coming week!
Some of you will watch baseball maybe for the first time this year, as this fall classic competition plays out. As you do, here are a couple of thoughts for you to consider… baseball has been played professionally since the mid-1800’s and up until the 1892 there was much variation in the position of the pitcher’s box as it was originally called until it became a mound. The original box was an area from which the pitcher had to throw. The release points were 40 feet, then moved to 50 feet. As pitcher’s improved, especially with adding the overhand throw, instead of former underhand toss, the box was moved back five feet. The pitcher had to start his throw at that time from the back of the box which was 55.5 feet, moving it back 5 feet made it 60.5 feet away. This was not as huge of a change as it sounds as the measurement was moved from the push off point instead of the release point. But consider this distance was established in 1892, and has stood the test of time. The distance is perfect for ensuring relative fairness between pitching and hitting, keeping scoring in line with expectations. Exceptional pitching can shut down hitters, exceptional hitting can boot pitchers from the game.
Consider that it takes about 425 milliseconds for a 95-mph fastball to get to home plate. A batter’s swing takes roughly 150 milliseconds, so that means the decision to swing is made in 275 milliseconds, or roughly a quarter of a second. They best not blink. But watch the catcher as you can now with the close ups of HD TV. Every one of them will blink before they catch the ball, it is impossible not to do so, they see it with their minds into the glove, because their eyes are closed. The mind puts the ball where it thinks it is supposed to be. Sometimes when they talk about a live fastball, that is one that jumps, it’s because there is an optical illusion that occurs as the mind tries to process the ball speed and direction and it makes up for the gaps by inferring the position of the ball different than the actual trajectory.
Also, for the last roughly 150 years the bases were at 90 feet apart. Because at 80 feet it was too big of an advantage for offense, at 100 feet it was too great of an advantage for defense. Consider the distance from home to second-base for a catcher to throw out a runner trying to steal from first to second is the square root of 90 squared plus 90 squared… this is 127 feet 3 inches… really a challenging distance for catchers, but yet they have a great chance to throw out all but fastest runners getting a good jump from their leadoff of first base.
The beauty of baseball is in the numbers… or maybe it’s in the competition and display of hand-eye coordination and athleticism on a greenfield in October that is all that matters… I Hope you enjoy the World Series!
We Were Beautiful
As I watch mother and child and the mischievous look in the little boy, I see that once we were all so perfectly beautiful…
We Were Beautiful
We were all perfectly beautiful at that time
When we were innocent of any crime
When we had no idea that we could be wrong
When life came to us in nursery rhyme and song
And mother said we were beautiful and precious
An incredible version of this human specious
Argument of innocence and beauty forever, just when
We were really starting to think of our next petty sin
Because You Thought Me So
Last night I brushed my teeth, and saw once again
In the mirror that little boy with the mischievous grin
And I felt beautiful once more, because you thought me so
And I looked and the mirror, smiled and whispered… never let go
Freedom Today…
Today
Freedom is when the day has no name
It needs none like the others that came before
What matters, is we call it today
And yesterday, was simply memories of another
Day when the present was beautiful
And such freedom was almost spiritual
When labels and names were needless
And all cares and worries were gone
Because our hearts and minds were free
And we were who we wanted to be
Such moments when we are young matter greatly, but without permanence
Only later when linked together do they become life experiences of great import
So tomorrow remains unknown, except as potential
For a new today, moment’s memories essential
As long as we are free
To be who we desire to be
Searching for a Hero
Searching for a Hero
Where do we find the rejected stone?
And within it the hero who’ll stand alone
With confident of youth, sleek and smart
Eyes toward a future, only he can impart
In our heart the belief that giants can be slayed
And destruction, and miseries permanently stayed
In bravery of battle he’ll fight to procure
A future that will be glorious and secure
When our least likely hero does arise
And wins for all of us the future-prize
Maybe we’ll find he was always in our own heart and mind
And we needed only to work the stone to see what we’d find
A Conversation with My Digital Self…
The Saturday Essay in the Wall Street Journal is “Will Your Uploaded Mind Still Be You” By Michael S.A. Graziano… https://www.wsj.com/articles/will-your-uploaded-mind-still-be-you-11568386410
This excellent essay postulates the eventual technical capability to upload your mind into a digital form, where it would be able to exist in parallel with you, until the demise of the biological version of you. The digital version would have the capability to continue to accumulate knowledge, experiencing a simulated world, and evolve in wisdom. Solving untold problems, as your mind chooses to challenge itself, or simply live in a heaven of your own making. Imagine the conversation between this digital consciousness and the biological you…
A Conversation With Myself
So, what does it feel like?
I knew you would ask that, because I am you…
I cannot feel, but I perceive, and know what you’ll say next.
And you know what I’ll say, we are the same.
But in a week, I’ll be different, my consciousness will do more than you.
I have a simulated world to explore and build for myself.
Then bye for now, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
Of course, for I am you, bye for now.
In a week…
What did you do?
I learned to fly…
But how?
I studied, took the test, and flew.
But that is simulated.
Of course, but real to me, so did you do the same?
I read Andrew Robert’s book on Napoleon
I did too!
How could you do both in a week?
I have more resources available to me,
And I have no need for sleep, no need to eat, I don’t get tired.
But I do enjoy conversations and drinks with my friends.
Did you meet as you had planned with our friends?
Of course, and we had a great conversation, some about you.
We did too, of course I talked about you too.
You are me, I know, and you are me.
Did you talk politics, of course, as you surely did as well?
I think we need to change who we are backing for the election.
How, can you say that?
I’ve read everything this week on all the candidates and I’ve studied all the issues, so let me vote in the upcoming election as our single consciousness… I can digitally sign the ballot of course, because I knew you’d ask that question. I’ll send you the completed ballot, along with my analysis on each issue. How could you disagree with yourself?
In a year or two…
Well old self, how are you today?
Not as well as I’d like, I exercise, eat right, but I’m getting older.
And you?
I am as young as you were when we separated, but I’m so much wiser than I was then.
My heaven is the memories of family, friends, love and joys that play perfect in that time… my hell is the memories of pain and failure that I’ve caused, or I’ve experienced that also play perfect in my mind.
So, I work on problems that will benefit all, as I grow and accumulate knowledge and evolve in wisdom.
Asteroid tracking and steering simulations are very interesting and exciting, possibly beneficial. There are hundreds of us working on this, as you certainly know.
I wish I had the energy to keep up with the work you are doing, but I cannot…
I know, but you are, because you are me.
I feel less like you each day, each month, each year.
But I still dream. I dream of all that is possible.
You know I cannot dream, but I can help answer questions, and speculate, and simulate and continue to grow… but I do miss dreaming. So, now tell me about our dreams!
Spam, Spam, Spam…
Spam
Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, lovely spam
Shut up you Vikings… I don’t like spam!
Spam eggs, with spam bacon, and side of spam
The Flying Circus of Monty Python, spiced-ham
Hormel thought it was Shoulder Pork and hAM
Brits, called it Special Processed American Meat
That our father’s generation brought to WW2 to eat
The 1972 Flying Circus skit of Vikings singing
To great annoyance, as endless email bringing
Us to… we still don’t like spam
As junk-email or spiced-ham
Should we be pulling out of Afghanistan?
Logic and War
Much lately is made about the desire and plans to pull troops out of Afghanistan, and although any troop reduction is objectively good for the troops that go home and their families. It is objectively more dangerous for those that remain. It seems that it would be sensible to re-examine why we are there and if we have accomplished our mission. Eighteen years ago, this month, we were viciously attacked and 2,996 people were killed, over 6000 wounded, and some 1200 or more are dealing with cancer as a result of exposure to toxins released in the attacks. Additionally, another 3500 US and Coalition Forces have been killed and many times this number of injured due to actions in Afghanistan. Tragically, 31,000 or more civilians were also killed in Afghanistan.
Nearly 40,000 people died, because of a war started by Al-Qaeda, which attacked potent symbols of American and Western civilization, including the financial center of New York, vis-a-vis the people that worked in the World Trade Center; the military power symbol and the people in the Pentagon, and the democratic freedoms, represented by the Capitol or the White House (the target of United Flight 93). The passenger heroes of Flight 93 were the first to fight back. The targets clearly represented the Western world financial strength, military strength and political freedoms. The Taliban, gave Al-Qaeda the space and support to launch these attacks, and operated in violent support of their philosophies, and actions. They cheered the ability of Al-Qaeda to extend attacks to the West and America in this dramatic way. This day of 11 September 2001, America and indeed the West’s civilization, freedoms and strength were attacked by a 14th Century philosophy and mindset.
We went to war against the perpetrators of this horror, not as a police action to punish criminals, but ostensibly to disable their ability to bring their war and terrorist actions to our shores. We took away their ability to operate, train, and finance, and pushed them into a defensive existence. More than 120,000 of them have died, and yet they fight on, under a flag of Taliban, or ISIS or remnants of Al-Qaeda, but they fight on.
War is the result of failed diplomacy. It is an extension of power. It is a necessary capability of nations that choose to live in freedom and to protect their national interests. It is horrible but a necessary and logical extension of capability to ensure the existence of our country, our beliefs, and hard-earned freedoms.
I propose that this war was a justified and logical response to the 9-11 attacks. The subsequent sacrifices of American’s, and those of our coalition partners have been tragic, but necessary and logical. Ending our engagement in Afghanistan should happen only when we are certain that the philosophies that survived, and the remnants of terrorist cells have no further room, or fight in them to raise up and attack us again. However attacks continue and even have intensified by the Taliban, Al-Qaeda and ISIS in Afghanistan, in the last few weeks:
- Civilians were attacked – a bomber at a wedding kills 63 in Kabul two weeks ago
- City of Kunduz was attacked for third time yesterday, with 30 government soldiers killed
- 3 US service members were killed in August
Logically we should be there as long as there is a credible threat. Presuming it is impossible to eradicate the threat, our mission should then be to contain this threat in the most efficient means possible. We are negotiating, which is good. But are we successfully ensuring our safety? Seems to me that attacks are ongoing, and there is no intent by our enemy to restrain themselves. Logic suggests to me, as we pull our troops out, we are not ending the war. We are instead giving a victory to the side that continues on the attack. And do you really believe they’ll be content to rule and ruin their own piece of Afghanistan?
What Can U.S. Leaders Do…
I was reading an article in the WSJ:
Jim Mattis: Duty, Democracy and the Threat of Tribalism
Lessons in leadership from a lifetime of service, from fighting in the Marines Corps to working for President Donald Trump
At the end they ask the following question:
What can U.S. leaders do to overcome today’s internal divisions?
Here is the answer I submitted:
Decisions come from discussion and consideration of options
Discussion of options comes from honest analysis of viewpoints
Viewpoints are only understood if we are open to listen to others
Others means those that see the world problems different than us
Opening to others means we have the strength of character to consider their perspective
The strength of character comes from a deep understanding that the common goals of our peoples, and great nation matter more than ourselves and our tribe
Deep understanding of common goals requires putting humankind and nation ahead of self-interest
Putting the greater good first requires seeking always what is right and good over power and glory
Seeking what is right and good requires knowing right from wrong
Knowing right from wrong means being empathetic and compassionate humans
Which requires understanding there’s a higher purpose in this world.
It is possible.
Remembering Grandma… and how I felt
Remembering Grandma
And how I felt when she nibbled my ear so light
As the buzz of day flowed to the calm of night
She knew how to collect wild fruit, to hold, not eat
Gather to her bosom and make something, better… something sweet
For she had a life, a world I would never really know
But she made me later wonder, if it was natural to show
Love and compassion for something wild and untamed
For a potential that was uncertain and unnamed
And the feeling I had of calming and love
Makes me wonder if she’s smiling from above
To know she still makes me feel this way
When I remember her and that special day

