Monday, October 14, 2019

Bloom of English humanity dies at 89

Over the years, I’ve accumulated most all of Harold Bloom’s books. Another death.

I’ll have more to say later at “literairy living.”
I’ll let you know at this blog.

Saturday, October 05, 2019


I’m immersed in Project-oriented reading (but also in near-addiction to the Trumpland Carnival), so I don’t have anything to add, except that the “major statement” mentioned Sept. 21 (after “continued” here) underwent major revision, and the link at the end of that Sept. 21 update has changed to the new, very long version.

Saturday, August 31, 2019

stranger in a strange land

We humans can be such strange beings. It’s almost chilling to realize that the following was inconceivable, the middle of the last century:

Neuroscientists have recently employed the biotechnology of turning mature human cells back to stem cells (skin-to-stem, in the case at hand), in order to grow new brain cells in lab dishes to become self-replicating human brain cell groups; and the fresh cell groups eventually evince neural fields. The groups grow, the neural fields strengthen. Researchers gain large enough instances of neural-fielding brain tissue that they can simulate Alzheimer’s, then test it with potential medicines. Or hook neural groups to a robot that moves in accord with the neural waves of cell groups.

One researcher has sent a box of the beings into space (via the International Space Station) to observe (with little cameras in the box) the effect of zero gravity on neural group reproduction—testing epigenesis in weightlessness.

Saturday, August 10, 2019


Since the last update note (July 13), two more postings, below.

I finished organizing a large volume of notes that I believed would be closure prior to appropriating lots of biblolographical items into it all. But I decided to go back through seven years of notes that hadn’t been part
of the recent organizing, and that’s going to fill some more weeks. So,
I guess I won’t have new material for until mid-September.

Yet, I want you to know that there are dimensions of the Work that likely no one knows—like the “summer 2017 project”—all of which won’t be drawn together until later, anticipating Your Arrival, as if to a muse ultimately.