- W.H. Auden
6.19.2023
6.15.2023
Love is of the body
"Love is of the body; not a body, but of the body."
- A Room with a View, E.M. Forster
6.12.2023
6.07.2023
5.22.2023
5.14.2023
Capturing Democracy
"And I take that to be basically right in an important way with the result that the work of democracy is to continuously resist capture. There is no end of history. There is no state of rest for democracy. Democracy is the work of resisting capture by powerful interests and restoring power-sharing just over and over and over again. So we have to do work to introduce new governance mechanisms in the place of those that are not working.
"Now, this doesn’t always have to mean consultative process exactly. And I think one of the things that is exciting about the time we now live in is there’s lots of room for experimentation with alternative approaches to decision making."
5.13.2023
AI
https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-ezra-klein-show/id1548604447?i=1000604814130
Demis Hassabis: https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/11/opinion/ezra-klein-podcast-demis-hassabis.html
5.08.2023
5.04.2023
4.10.2023
3.23.2023
2.23.2023
2.09.2023
1.31.2023
1.15.2023
Why care for these dead bodies?
Why care for these dead bodies? They really have no friends but the worms or fishes. Their owners were coming to the New World, as Columbus and the Pilgrims did,—they were within a mile of its shores; but, before they could reach it, they emigrated to a newer world than ever Columbus dreamed of, yet one of whose existence we believe that there is far more universal and convincing evidence—though it has not yet been discovered by science—than Columbus had of this; not merely mariners’ tales and some paltry drift-wood and sea-weed, but a continual drift and instinct to all our shores. I saw their empty hulks that came to land; but they themselves, meanwhile, were cast upon some shore yet further west, toward which we are all tending, and which we shall reach at last, it may be through storm and darkness, as they did. No doubt, we have reason to thank God that they have not been “shipwrecked into life again.” The mariner who makes the safest port in Heaven, perchance, seems to his friends on earth to be shipwrecked, for they deem Boston Harbor the better place; though perhaps invisible to them, a skillful pilot comes to meet him, and the fairest and balmiest gales blow off that coast, his good ship makes the land in halcyon days, and he kisses the shore in rapture there, while his old hulk tosses in the surf here. It is hard to part with one’s body, but, no doubt, it is easy enough to do without it when once it is gone. All their plans and hopes burst like a bubble! Infants by the score dashed on the rocks by the enraged Atlantic Ocean! No, no! If the St. John did not make her port here, she has been telegraphed there. The strongest wind cannot stagger a Spirit; it is a Spirit’s breath. A just man’s purpose cannot be split on any Grampus or material rock, but itself will split rocks till it succeeds.
Thoreau, Cape Cod



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