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Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1024 - Work and Writing - Henry Miller's Daily Routine


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1024 - Work and Writing - Henry Miller's Daily Routine

Hi Mom,

So, on Wednesday when thinking about my post to make, I skimmed through the deep and dark archives of the SENSE OF DOUBT blog. I may have mentioned before that I have 358 draft posts saved in my online queue. Granted, about 30-36 of those are about the comic books for the month going back to 2015, which was the last time I posted one. Okay, 69 monthly comic posts, assuming they are all labeled, and so maybe my total drafts minus the comic books ones is very close to 300. Still, I have been trying to post some of these drafts at a faster rate than I make new ones.

Often my selection process when pressed for time has to do with what post looks mostly finished, one I could bring to completion fairly quickly.

So this is an old one. I actually had to change the footer as the boilerplate text had changed since I saved this post initially. I reached deep into the abyss of the archive to pull this one into the light. It did not kick and scream very much at all, though I can imagine the banner art up top could be better.

Also, this comes from Brain Pickings, though I did not preserve the format. However, the link still works.

Then Wednesday ended, and it's Thursday. I try to practice good work ethic by earning a break to work on the blog rather than investing time in it early in the day. Also, my emails to friends and family often suffer, and I wonder if some of them think, "gee, he posted a blog but can't write me back?" I am just trying to balance things, and this post is about balance.

How I would love Henry Miller's ex-pat life of writing, reading, and contemplation. What an idyllic, pastoral dream!

But there's wisdom here, too. I like the commandments for writing and for work. I try to find good work-life balance. It can be a struggle, but I am making good progress.

Back to work now.

FROM - HENRY MILLER'S ROUTINE


Henry Miller’s 11 Commandments of Writing and Daily Creative Routine
“When you can’t create you can work.”
BY MARIA POPOVA

After David Ogilvy’s wildly popular 10 tips on writing and a selection of advice from modernity’s greatest writers, here comes some from iconic writer and painter Henry Miller.

In 1932-1933, while working on what would become his first published novel, Tropic of Cancer, Miller devised and adhered to a stringent daily routine to propel his writing. Among it was this list of eleven commandments, found in Henry Miller on Writing — a fine addition to these 9 essential books on reading and writing, part of this year’s resolution to read more and write better.







COMMANDMENTS


  • Work on one thing at a time until finished.
  • Start no more new books, add no more new material to ‘Black Spring.’
  • Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.
  • Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time!
  • When you can’t create you can work.
  • Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers.
  • Keep human! See people, go places, drink if you feel like it.
  • Don’t be a draught-horse! Work with pleasure only.
  • Discard the Program when you feel like it—but go back to it next day. Concentrate. Narrow down. Exclude.
  • Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.
  • Write first and always. Painting, music, friends, cinema, all these come afterwards.


Under a part titled Daily Program, his routine also featured the following wonderful blueprint for productivity, inspiration, and mental health:

MORNINGS:
If groggy, type notes and allocate, as stimulus.

If in fine fettle, write.

AFTERNOONS:

Work of section in hand, following plan of section scrupulously. No intrusions, no diversions. Write to finish one section at a time, for good and all.

EVENINGS:

See friends. Read in cafés.

Explore unfamiliar sections — on foot if wet, on bicycle if dry.

Write, if in mood, but only on Minor program.

Paint if empty or tired.

Make Notes. Make Charts, Plans. Make corrections of MS.

Note: Allow sufficient time during daylight to make an occasional visit to museums or an occasional sketch or an occasional bike ride. Sketch in cafés and trains and streets. Cut the movies! Library for references once a week.

For more of Miller’s obsessive recipes for creative rigor, dig into Henry Miller on Writing.

HT Lists of Note

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Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you, Mom.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - date - 1804.25 - 10:10

NEW (written 1708.27) NOTE on time: I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of your death, Mom, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of your death, Mom. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1023 - Great Gable - Lake District - the UK

Gable Crag, Lake District, the UK
Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1023 - Great Gable - Lake District - the UK

Hi Mom,

I am stealing shamelessly from Instagram. This photo caught my attention, and it comes from one of the my favorite people on Instagram: Hautepop.

Jay Ownes AKA Hautepop also does a really great newsletter, even though there has not been a new issue since last summer.

Here's Jay's post of Gable Crag and some illustrative words about it. It's my share for the day. Thanks for checking it out.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BhKYtPRFZ9U/?taken-by=hautepop

  • hautepopGable Crag, the north face of Great Gable and home of the Lake District’s hardest winter climbing route, Snicker Snap (VIII 9). Though I took the ridge route over Grey Knotts, Brandreth and Green Gable, the common walk-in to this mountain is by a path named Moses Trod.

    The path is named for Moses Rigg, an 18th-century quarryman who, before there were proper roads in the Lakes, established the route as the shortest way to carry slate from the Honister mines over to Wasdale and thence down the valley road to the port at Ravenglass.

    Word is, slate was not the only thing Moses was transporting over the fells. He was also smuggling wadd - then also called black lead, or plumbago, though now we know it as pure graphite. First discovered near Seathwaite in 1555, its many uses (from medicine to gun lubricant to pencils) made it highly lucrative, worth £70,000 a pony-load in today’s money. Smugglers‘ deals in the back rooms of Keswick may have given rise to the term “black market”, for the stains it’d have left on their hands.

    But intrepid Moses did not stop at smuggling wadd. He also made bootleg whisky using water off Fleetwith Pike (bogwater makes the whisky taste better, he’s supposed to have claimed), distilled in a still hidden high on Gable Crag, accessible only by rock climbing, in an era before climbing was done for anything but direst emergency. A perfect location, then, for staying out of reach of the excise men. 
    Wainwright, in his guides, made reference to a hut called Smuggler’s Retreat, “the highest site ever used for building in England” was “now completely in ruins.” Writing in 1999, veteran journalist and mountaineer Harry Griffin reported that the hut had “completely disappeared, its last stones swept down the crag by winter storms.” Gone.

    Writing in the Fell and Rock Climbing Journal in 1924, RB Graham fretted that “Everybody has heard of him; everybody knows of him; everybody knows that the track was made by Moses, but who ever saw him in the flesh?” Thing is, official records of the man are non-existent. (cont. below)
  • hautepopIt turns out that all the stories about Moses Rigg stem from but one source: the testimony of Auld Will Ritson, proprietor of the Wastwater Inn in the mid-C19th, who remembered from his childhood an old man called Moses who would bring slate over the Trod in a pony trap which doubled as an illicit whisky shop.

    Yet Auld Will himself was also a bit of a local legend: as a teller of tall tales. He started the World’s Greatest Liar contest, which continues to this day at the Wasdale Head pub. So perhaps the legend of Moses Rigg was nothing more than that.

    But then in 2005 Guy Proctor, a writer with Trail magazine, heard a rambling story from his old man mountaineering editor Jeremy about a winter climb up Central Gully in 1983, and a strange ruined hut. He went to have a look, and to work out where on this rockface a hobnail-booted quarryman might have been able to climb.

    Thirty metres down the rake and around a rocky promontory he found a shelter, still standing. A tiny shelf in the hut’s back wall. And on that shelf, two stones looking like “very old and weathered and slightly manky-looking potatoes. …A gentle rub with a thumbnail, and a small section of the mossy mank came off, revealing underneath a silky gleam. I gently rubbed my sample on the corner of my notepad. The soft black smudge said it all.”

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Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you, Mom.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1804.24 - 10:10

NEW (written 1708.27) NOTE on time: I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of your death, Mom, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of your death, Mom. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom.

Monday, April 23, 2018

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1022 - Groundless in the ambient geoscape - Musical Monday


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1022 - Groundless in the ambient geoscape - Musical Monday


Hi Mom,

This all started Safir Nòu and the track "Land-escape" from the Groundless album. The whole album is a gorgeous thing to listen to, though beware that "Puppets' Waltz" is a bit outside of the style of the other tracks.

I started this mix way back in July of 2017, and then it became buried due to the move west.

Christina Vantzou is a recent addition as of Warren Ellis' Orbital Operations newsletter yesterday 1804.22, so I vaulted it to the first selection.

The last two selections also were recent additions via Warren's Twitter feed. I shared Michiru Aoyama in last week's Musical Monday dedicated to what Warren calls Spektrmodule, his infrequent music podcast. Not all of these tracks come from Warren, so this one is not named for the podcast. The same day Warren shared another Michiru Aoyama track, he also shared Leila Abdul-Rauf's beautiful and haunting album Diminution, which is the last offering on today's blog. This piece of music alone makes me so happy for the Internet and what it means for great artists to share their work and have it listened to and purchased. This is fantastic stuff.

By writing a few comments, I am attempting to curate the list. Vantzou's music is much like Abdul-Rauf's with a strong melancholy bent. I dig the melancholia. Christina Vantzou, whose web site is at that link, has a Bandcamp presence plus all the other major outlets. She describes herself as "a Missouri native of Greek descent who resides in Brussels, Belgium.  She has explored sound for over a decade and also conducts ongoing visual research, mostly in animation, film, and highspeed photography.  Her musical releases are largely associated with the American label Kranky and her performances are characterzied by a loosening of time."

I like the characterization as "loosening of time," which may not be melancholic, though it could be. I am eager to explore her other pieces. Associated by my recent purchase but also by the sounds involved, Abdul-Rauf describes herself  in the following and mentions melancholy specifically: "Multi-instrumentalist and composer Leila Abdul-Rauf enters a world all of her own weaving brass, piano and various other textures into filmic soundscapes that echo the sounds of memories faded through time. Songs are not so much composed as captured from dreams. Time and space are distilled down to the remains of distant memories and hidden emotions, melded into a symphony of ethereal melancholy."

The The next track by Xerxes featuring Aleah proves a good follow up to the others with an ethereal, loopy lilting susurrus.  It's beautiful and melodic yet haunting in a good way that invites repetitive listens.

Unlike the other tracks and the melancholy tones, Safir Nòu is pretty and hopeful. There's gratitude and the sounds of joy. See the liner notes I pasted below.

I am not sure if the Xerxes of the Bandcamp link is the same as the one from the You Tube video, but the music shares some similarity.

Hannah Peel shares this with her music:

"We have a hundred billion neurons in our brains, as many as there are stars in a galaxy" Theoretical physicist and author, Carlo Rovelli.


INFO ON HANNAH PEEL:
With only a year following on from the release of her second album ‘Awake But Always Dreaming’ to widespread acclaim (Voted No.1 Album Of the Year – Electronic Sound Magazine), ‘Mary Casio: Journey to Cassiopeia’, explores one person's journey to outer space, by recounting the story of an unknown, elderly, pioneering, electronic musical stargazer and her lifelong dream to leave her terraced home in the mining town of Barnsley, South Yorkshire, to see Cassiopeia for herself. With artwork by Grammy award winning designer Jonathan Barnbrook (David Bowie collaborator on albums ‘Blackstar’ and ‘The Next Day’ ) and the complete brass band and rhythm section recorded live on location in The Barnsley Civic Theatre with Peter Gabriel’s Real World studio team, this exclusive album combines Peel’s detailed, analogue synth layered production and her expressive flair for performance with ‘Tubular Brass’, featuring the top UK championship brass band players. It’s a wholly unique, collaborative sound and seemingly, a first of it’s kind both live and on record.

At the close of the album’s final song ‘The Planet of Passed Souls’, tutti brass jostle with the hiss and crackle of a 78rpm record. An emotionally charged, scratchy sample taken from a 1928 recording of Peel’s own choirboy grandfather in Manchester Cathedral leaves the listener questioning the reality of Mary’s connection with the stars… Did she ever make it to Cassiopeia? Is this all a daydream as she sits in a back garden shed tinkering with electronics and her telescope? Or maybe this is her final breath as her mind and body pass into another realm of life? Is this science or fantasy? And how much is there really a division between the two?

ALBUM TRACKS:
1. Goodbye Earth
2. Sunrise Through The Dusty Nebula
3. Deep Space Cluster
4. Andromeda M31
5. Life Is On The Horizon
6. Archid Orange Dwarf
7. The Planet Of Passed Souls


"Ruination, the New Dawn Cometh" is a synth piece of sword battle power chords and rangers in the Mirkwood battling evil. It's an interesting eight minute change of pace that fits somewhat with the other music despite its difference. It's not too caustic and maintains an austere and somber quality.

Konrad Sprenger is a music experimenter using a Euclidean algorithm to make music. Read more at Sprenger's Bandcamp page. Like the track before, neither of these may fit well with the rest in this collection, but I am not inclined to move them now.

Lastly before the Michiru Aoyama track I previously mentioned, Jeffrey Koepper's Tangerine Dream influenced electronica rushing like a rapid stream came to my attention because of track #8 "Equinox" played in episode 234 of the Hypnagogue podcast, and yet this may not be the track I wanted after all as the one I found, I thought, had some ethereal vocals and this does not. It's still good.

The final Michiru Aoyama track brings the sound flow back to things more in line with Safir Nòu and some of the first mentioned music.

I hope you find these collections enjoyable.

I am continuing my posts to Linked In as last week's post had over two dozen views, which I feel is a good sign.

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Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1804.23 - 10:10

NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1021 - First Ultimate in the Northwest


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1021 - First Ultimate in the Northwest

Hi Mom,

So, I went out to pick up Ultimate today, Sunday, April 22nd, for the first time since I moved to the PACNW.

If I was smarter, I would have taken pictures at pick up. Maybe next time.

I am writing this post on the next day, Monday, and I am incredibly sore. I can barely lift my right leg. But then, I did not finish my post Monday, so now it's Tuesday. After some Ibuprofen at bed time, I am much better today. I really allowed myself to suffer much of Monday, but maybe it's good for me. I got up out of the office chair more often to walk around and loosen up the stiffening muscles.

So, playing...

First of all, I wore a lot of KUDL gear. I have to represent. The "Game of Throws" stuff are among the coolest things I have from my years in KUDL, even if they are the most recent.

I was not super nervous going. Actually, I was more nervous before my first Code and Learn meet up, before SQL Saturday, or the Start Up weekend than going to Ultimate.

Still, I had no idea of the skill level of the players. I was concerned that it would be tons of super fast guys with amazing throwing skills. I was happy to find out that my throwing skills fit right in. And the mean age for the group was trending older, so I also did not feel out classed by a lot of younger guys.

That said, after the first point, I was extremely winded. I have done some interval running and a lot of walking with the dogs since moving here in August, but since playing the KUDL 2017 summer tournament literally the day before I left for the west, I have not done any significant running or cardio. I have been wanting to get out on my bike, but I haven't. And the running with the dogs was, as I have noted, interval running, so I did not sustain the pace for long.

However, I know how to pace myself in Ultimate. I know how to conserve energy. I know how to get rest during and in between points, and I put the priority on running harder with defense. Even so, I got scored on and could not run as much as I would like.

The group grew slowly, and Ultimate Time is observed in the "'Couve" as I see it called. By the time the games started in force, we had 17, so three subs. This pick up game forms teams that you stay with for the duration of the game, and they play three games to seven, though we played the third game to five as several people left after game two. Stupidly, I forgot to bring a light shirt with my dark shirt, so I was on dark team the whole time. The "flip" they perform to start is for teams. First person to flip calls the side and color; for instance, tails is dark. Then all the other players flip. I assume adjustments are made if the disc flips tails 8 of 12 times or something so as to even up teams.

From the start, maybe more due to rust than nerves, I threw it away and dropped it. My first drop was epic, though, as the throw was low, so I stumbling forward and lost my footing and ended up falling over because I let my center of gravity shoot to my head.

But then as I started to feel comfortable and manage my out-of-breathedness, I made some good throws and one particularly great catch, trapping the disk against my neck and shoulder as I bobbled it. And then, I threw a score from deep, about two-thirds of the field, and I started to feel more comfortable.

I was rewarded when in a discussion with one of the players about the leagues in Portland, he told me that I was "too good for rec league."

It's a good group of guys of varying skill levels, and I am going to try to remember all their names for next time: Mugsy, Canute, Brice, Ron, Rob, Bob, Chuck, Paul, Dobbin, Andrew, Anthony, Jared, Chris, Bradley, Will, and one guy whose name is lost to memory degradation unless my original count was wrong.

I am eager to play again. They play Thursdays and Sunday. We'll see if I am ready to play again Thursday or if I am free of family stuff on Sunday again.

Happy to get back into Ultimate and even happier that I am going to be able to play and match up well with opponents in this group at least.

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Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you, Mom.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1804.22 - 10:10

NEW (written 1708.27) NOTE on time: I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of your death, Mom, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of your death, Mom. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1020 - Saturday to Ikea and Tequila Recovery

Wall of Awesome - Escape from New York Pizza - Portland, OR
Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1020 - Saturday to Ikea and Tequila Recovery
Hi Mom,

So, here's some recent pictures and stuff I did.

Most of the photos come from our trip, today, Saturday April 21st to Ikea to spend the gift card given to us by Comcast before it expires.

Here, L. captures one of the funniest moments that's happened lately as explained here in this first post. Here's the posts and some of the comments.




My wife says I never laugh. There's a picture of me cracking up!
For real, that's the first time I have seen that face on her. :-)

So, then after Ikea Hell, we sought solace in alcohol with a beer flight, some gin and tonic sampling, and food at Matador, which involved tequila and margaritas as seen here.

SIDENOTE: Lots of poseurs who advise people on job seeking suggest not posting anything about drinking and other supposed vices to social media, especially discouraged is putting the word "tequila" in the title of a blog post. But what gives? Do employers think we do not live normal lives? One margarita hardly makes me a menace to society. Plus, as I drank it, the Trailblazers became the first team eliminated from the 2018 NBA playoffs. I understand the risks of sharing my personal life on the Internet, but I would rather work for a company that wants to hire me because I live an active life with time for fun (and tequila) rather than some company that would frown on one drink, post-Ikea and showing it off on social media.




So, here's some other photos. Some with captions. Labels in other places.

Head On by John Scalzi arrives in the Tower compound for reading
on the day of its release 1804.17

Speaking of books, after drinking and Mexican food, we went to Powell's to obtain a special book by a local author, and so I took some time to find and photograph books by two dear friends of mine.


Gadget Girl and Screaming Divas  by Suzanne Kamata

What Remains by Helene Dunat

Space Ghost and I had some Lychee Drink my dear
wife bought for me

Carnitas at Matador - 1804.21

chips and amazing salsa at Matador


full size smoky margarita as FB post was cut off

artisan beer flight - I like the margarita better!

Lava Flow Shave Ice!!

I was told I am Hawaiian in my heart


from a few weeks back, when Baseball season began and I continued
my grand tradition of writing down scores for my two favorite teams 162 times from March-October
1803.29

YES, there really is a a place in Portland called ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK PIZZA.
That's just too cool... 1804.15


See the main sign? "Make America, America Again." Oh, I love that.




Finally consuming Christmas present beer via Piper Simons - 1803.31

Pickled Radish - I started this log at the end of March and I am still consuming it. Great snack.
1803.30

Puppies who sleep together like sisters - 1804.05

first sun in weeks and Satchel gets right in it - 1804.19
Thanks for looking at my pictures.

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Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you, Mom.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1804.21 - 10:10

NEW (written 1708.27) NOTE on time: I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of your death, Mom, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of your death, Mom. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom.

Friday, April 20, 2018

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1019 - College is bad for the country


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1019 - College is bad for the country

Hi Mom,

Pulling a share from deep in the archives for today as I have fallen behind again, and I cannot get up.

We live in a time when education, science, being smart, being not racist are all under attack.

Here's an example and a good read.

http://brane-space.blogspot.com/2017/07/gop-distrusts-college-what-manner-of.html

Tuesday, July 11, 2017


GOP Distrusts College? What Manner Of Numskull Inhabits This Party?























Above: Loyola freshman Theology class, ca. 1964.

When I first arrived on the Loyola University (New Orleans) campus on scholarship, it was perhaps the headiest experience of my life up to then. Not only in terms of the new found freedom (from overly solicitous parents) but the sheer exposure to so many novel ideas in the courses. Apart from that, in the fall of 1964, there were the 'bull sessions' when opinions and ideas were exchanged with other students in the dorm (Biever Hall).

The college experience, then, was one to open a mind and also to excite it to plumb new depths. For this Loyola had the good sense to sponsor intellectual debates and lectures through the 1964-65 term, including one involving the French Existentialist, Jean-Paul Sartre.  That exposure, in fact, began my path to atheism after reading his book ('Being and Nothingness') available at the Loyola Bookstore.

No one at that time, certainly not me or even the conservatives attending Loyola as well (most of whom were backing Barry Goldwater in fall of 1964) could conceive of college being a 'bad thing' or causing "negative effects".  Yet that is exactly what the case seems to be now with the Republican Party's perception.

new Pew Research Center poll released on Monday revealed that there is one U.S. institution perceived through a larger partisan divide than even the media: It’s college.

This is nothing short of astounding, especially given - for the first time ever- a majority (58 percent)  of Republicans believe  "colleges are having a negative effect on the way things are going in the country", according to Pew.

Specifically, the poll found that positive or affirmative views of college for Repubs under the age of 50 sunk by 21 percentage points from 2015 to 2017. This is nothing short of breathtaking. Even more flabbergasting, given conservos since William Buckley always strongly advocated the intellect,  65 percent of ALL identified conservatives now say colleges and universities have a negative impact on the country. (Positive  views of college even among Repub college graduates have declined 11 percent in the past two years.)

What gives here? What's going on? I suspect there are two primary perceptions at work: one is that colleges and universities are almost exclusively the preserve of the "left".  The other is that they are preserves of "political correctness" and all the academic theories the Right has come to hate, e.g. anthropogenic climate change, Darwinian evolution etc.

The former is more a pathetic excuse given most conservos have always been more interested in making money than the world of ideas.  Or teaching ideas.  Hence, they've leaned to business, becoming Wall Street big shots or CEOS, or running their own companies - not plodding the lecture halls of colleges with pay about one tenth what a banker earns -- so the whining rings hollow.

The second might have slightly more heft, but not much. This is because much of the Right reads into anything that isn't outright in the face as "politically incorrect".  Also, their opposition to highly intellectual theories have been known since the year  dot.

In his book, Anti-Intellectualism in American Life,  Richard Hofstadter delves into the reasons that intellectuals – mainly on the Left – have been historically detested  by the American Right. The reasons often aren’t pretty, or even comprehensible,  and in fact are often downright puerile and smack of envy, i.e. that the Right simply detests the brainpower of the nation’s liberals.

One of the best examples is provided in Hofstadter 's account of how Adlai Stevenson was relentlessly skewered ca. the 1952  presidential campaign. (pp. 221-22). This included barbarous and savage verbal assaults in the media(p. 225), portraying Stevenson as "a Harvard lace- cuffed liberal who trilled his speeches in a fruity voice.".  As Hofstadter notes (ibid.) Stevenson's wit was also detested even more than his intellect. Of course, wit often functions in the service of intellect, to amplify intellect's intent and render its goals more efficacious. Or to smooth the delivery of information related to weighty issues.

Fast forward to 2014 and one finds a National Review story by Charles C. W. Cooke entitled “Smarter Than Thou”. Therein, Cooke whined about “the extraordinarily puffed-up ‘nerd’ culture that has of late started to bloom across the United States.” 

Then there  Fox host Greg Gutfield who, during one panel exchange on the news 'Cosmos' series,, burped out:

"I hate this guy! I remember hearing Chris Hardwick on a podcast talk about Neil deGrasse Tyson and he was just salivating. White liberal nerds love this guy so much, he could defecate on them like Martin Bashir’s fantasies and they would dance in the streets.”

This, spoken by a confirmed moron who isn’t fit to lick the soles of Tyson’s shoes. Which brings us to Cooke’s polemic against Tyson in the National Review.  We pretty well know what’s coming as we eye an illustration of Tyson on the cover, drawn to look like a self-satisfied Elite who looks down his nose at any and all crackers.  This despite the fact Neil deGrasse Tyson hardly gives off that vibe in real life. He's an affable gentleman who's accepting of all and that trait carried over into his Cosmos appearances.

The actual article (it’s more like recovered anti-intellectual dreck from the 1950s)  more than lives up to the cover art’s promise of the “green-eyed monster”, as Cooke expands his attack beyond one of the country’s pre-eminent scientists to include policy-oriented journalists, economists, other scientists, and “anybody who conforms to the Left’s social and moral precepts while wearing glasses and babbling about statistics.” (Cooke also drags in economist Paul Krugman and evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins, neither of whom he considers the real deal. Instead, he argues that the emphasis by liberals, on things like evidence, rationality, and empiricism is purely insincere,  adding it’s “nothing more than a way to signal that you are better than southern, politically conservative, culturally traditional” types.)

If one critically reads much of the Right polemics against climate science or evolution, one finds the same sort of tawdry, two bit attacks. It is then but a small step to generalize the animus to the sources of funding and intellectualism thatharbor such "nerds": Colleges and universities!

Sadly, with these latest Pew survey results the Repubs have merely shown even more convincingly they are the new "Whigs" - a party bereft of ideas and solidly anti-intellectual. Just look at their god-forsaken "health plan".





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Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Days ago = 1021 days ago

- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1804.20 - 10:10

NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1018 - Learn Blockchains by Building One


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1018 - Learn Blockchains by Building One

Hi Mom,

I am anti-hype. I have always been anti-hype.

I am not sold on Blockchain.

But then, I am just reacting to hype. I have not really explored it.

A friend posted this link to Facebook, and I liked it.

Blockchain is not only crappy technology but a bad vision for the future

I have never been a band wagon guy.

But I have a prejudice against hype. I am most likely to go against something just because of the hype than to be for it.

Also, I save things and hug them close that I feel deserve the hype, like the Harry Potter books.

So when this article came through MEDIUM, I decided to give it a look.

What? I can use my Python skills to make a blockchain?

Hmmm that may be worth some time. It's a quick and relatively easy project.

Also, I have been meaning to download Pycharm, and so this may give me an excuse to do so.

Here's how.

FROM - 
https://hackernoon.com/learn-blockchains-by-building-one-117428612f46

Learn Blockchains by Building One

The fastest way to learn how Blockchains work is to build one



You’re here because, like me, you’re psyched about the rise of Cryptocurrencies. And you want to know how Blockchains work—the fundamental technology behind them.
But understanding Blockchains isn’t easy—or at least wasn’t for me. I trudged through dense videos, followed porous tutorials, and dealt with the amplified frustration of too few examples.
I like learning by doing. It forces me to deal with the subject matter at a code level, which gets it sticking. If you do the same, at the end of this guide you’ll have a functioning Blockchain with a solid grasp of how they work.

Before you get started…

Remember that a blockchain is an immutable, sequential chain of records called Blocks. They can contain transactions, files or any data you like, really. But the important thing is that they’re chained together using hashes.
If you aren’t sure what a hash is, here’s an explanation.
Who is this guide aimed at? You should be comfy reading and writing some basic Python, as well as have some understanding of how HTTP requests work, since we’ll be talking to our Blockchain over HTTP.
What do I need? Make sure that Python 3.6+ (along with pip) is installed. You’ll also need to install Flask and the wonderful Requests library:


 pip install Flask==0.12.2 requests==2.18.4 
Oh, you’ll also need an HTTP Client, like Postman or cURL. But anything will do.
Where’s the final code? The source code is available here.


Step 1: Building a Blockchain

Open up your favourite text editor or IDE, personally I ❤️ PyCharm. Create a new file, called blockchain.py. We’ll only use a single file, but if you get lost, you can always refer to the source code.

Representing a Blockchain



We’ll create a Blockchain class whose constructor creates an initial empty list (to store our blockchain), and another to store transactions. Here’s the blueprint for our class:



Our Blockchain class is responsible for managing the chain. It will store transactions and have some helper methods for adding new blocks to the chain. Let’s start fleshing out some methods.

What does a Block look like?

Each Block has an index, a timestamp (in Unix time), a list of transactions, a proof (more on that later), and the hash of the previous Block.
Here’s an example of what a single Block looks like:


At this point, the idea of a chain should be apparent—each new block contains within itself, the hash of the previous Block. This is crucial because it’s what gives blockchains immutability: If an attacker corrupted an earlier Block in the chain then all subsequent blocks will contain incorrect hashes.
Does this make sense? If it doesn’t, take some time to let it sink in—it’s the core idea behind blockchains.

Adding Transactions to a Block

We’ll need a way of adding transactions to a Block. Our new_transaction()method is responsible for this, and it’s pretty straight-forward:

After new_transaction() adds a transaction to the list, it returns the index of the block which the transaction will be added to—the next one to be mined.This will be useful later on, to the user submitting the transaction.

Creating new Blocks

When our Blockchain is instantiated we’ll need to seed it with a genesis block—a block with no predecessors. We’ll also need to add a “proof” to our genesis block which is the result of mining (or proof of work). We’ll talk more about mining later.
In addition to creating the genesis block in our constructor, we’ll also flesh out the methods for new_block()new_transaction() and hash():


and continue reading....


https://hackernoon.com/learn-blockchains-by-building-one-117428612f46

Copying over all this content is too much.

But this is a good start.

The code is on Git Hub.

Go crazy!

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Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you, Mom.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Days ago = 1020 days ago

- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1804.19 - 10:10

NEW (written 1708.27) NOTE on time: I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of your death, Mom, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of your death, Mom. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom.