an offroad moment of defense

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Noting playful resignation toward others’ low interest in technical enchantments should belong to anyone drawn into a specialty, best masked genuinely by giving time to talk/write about those special things to whatever degree an interested person wants.

Doctors of medicine standardly explain client situations patiently until the patient client’s confusion or dismay (or panic, etc.) returns to trust, and one moves on to what’s next to be done.

The scientific writer sketches a landscape of figurative explanation for phenomena which are mathematical, biophysical, etc., at a degree suitable for a typical subscriber. Then, the reader moves on to another page.

road note

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My playful stance toward others’ wanting complex understanding easily masks my resignation toward normal aversion to a path which gets difficult.

Not that I expect “you” to tag along the road with me; I just wish others’ apparent interest in understanding what’s appealing to me didn’t wane so quickly.

But, all in all, I don’t mind. I’ve always felt I’m on my own, as they say—original? I don’t presume. Idiosyncratic? I hope not.

Fortunately, I have a healthy sense of humor.

days go by

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Today, Earth has rounded the sun full circle since Putin began his 19th century thrust into Ukraine via 20th century toys of slaughter and waves of Russian boys who slaughter on command like Nazi camp guards, succeeded by more hordes of boys now shoved into being slaughtered, while precisely-aimed  missiles target Ukrainian families.

A more policy-oriented attitude is expressed by me tonight at the NYTimes here.

winter 2023

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I haven’t made time for a worthwhile update for tomorrow. Sorry.
I’m doing difficult conceptual work which doesn’t yet have a casual online mode.

My harping about humanity in recent weeks has been to clarify a practical background (“What’s the point?”) for upcoming conceptual discussions.

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Feb. 3

After a week and a half, I can now sneeze without feeling stabbed. Meanwhile, I’ve gotten lots of desk work done (sneezed rarely), though I’ve moved around like an old guy near death, afraid to breath deeply, unable to sleep on my left side, pained to reach for anything, abused by my rib cage when I walk, and so on.

So, on. I have lots of stuff to share, but nothing yet ready to post.

an horizon of sensibility

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I’ve combined (1) links to a few recent comments by me at NY Times articles, (2) a few links to earlier related postings, and (3) a short narrative about salient themes, titled “staying oriented by the better sense of Our humanity.”

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Fall. Stand. Go on.

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Standing on a relatively high hill above Berkeley again (nightly), viewing S.F. miles away across the bay, the tiny presence of everything distantly lit up is about itself, displayed without regard for being seen—and with-
out regard for what’s adjacent.

Things are there; buildings are there. Lines of cars (ants of light),  apparently inch across the Bay Bridge, drivers and passengers oblivious to other ants in other bubbles of self possession.

Here in Berkeley, life goes on, like any town. Structures persist. Strangers pass on sidewalks as if each is passing no one. If you suddenly face emergency, someone may stop to notice, maybe help because they’re hit with risk of guilt about their general lack of care. Otherwise, the stranger doesn’t exist.

This time of month, the moon shows itself, as if there’s to be some full significance of being there.

conceptual prospecting can be very practical

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My sense of “wholly flourishing humanity” gathers themes from the two previous discussions in a progressively practical way.

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some aspects of evolving conceptuality

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In “terms of venturing,” I’m starting a more-rigorous path, which has been implicit to earlier prospecting.

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humbly marking a new year for humanity

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We grow up, achieve a lot (at best), pay forward (please), and move on—maybe contributing to others’ lives.

Time tells. Learning never ends.

Anyway, my map is clear to me now, after some years of somewhat improvising, like hiking difficult hills to prepare for a high climb together.

I feel ready—audacious and shameless.