“This continent, an open palm spread frank before the sky.”
—James Agee, American novelist, born November 27, 1909
Counting Our Blessings
- Peace. After Veterans Day, I read Barbara Tuchman’s classic account of the origins and first month of World War I, The Guns of August. I’m very thankful for peace. I wish everyone in the world lived in peace.
- Freedom. We have the right and the ability to say and do pretty much anything we damn well please. We may often wish some of our fellow citizens could be restrained from expressing the awful things they think, but that’s the price. Right now our liberties are under serious threat from governments and corporations taking advantage of technology to infringe on them. It’s an arms race, and we’d better hope that the Internet really does route around obstacles.
- Diversity. We were in Springfield yesterday. We got to the excellent Panjabi Tadka Restaurant and found it closed. No problem: we just went on over to Pho Saigon Restaurant and had some wonderful Vietnamese food. We are rich because we have new friends and neighbors from all over the world who bring with them new foods, ideas, entrepreneurial energy, words, art, music…
- Medicine. My partner, the Crazy Orchid Lady, is having some problems with cardiac arrhythmia, so I’ve been learning a bit about remarkable range of heart problems that can be fixed in in a few minutes with relatively safe, non-invasive procedures. By the way, the COL’s electro cardiologist attended medical school in Mumbai.
- Electricity. Think of how you feel after a few hours without power as a thought experiment. Now try to imagine:
- Living in a less developed country where there isn’t reliable electric service. Now you have electricity, now you don’t.
- Living in the past before there was any electrical power available.
- Living through a major failure of the contemporary electrical grid.
Today and Tomorrow in #westernma
Today you’d better be getting ready for Thanksgiving!
Reading
Google “deep learning” Tech: There’s More than One Way to Scan a Cat
“…a front-page New York Times article revealed that after Google fed its ”DistBelief” technology with millions of YouTube videos, the software had learned to recognize the key features of cats….Google’s deep-learning tech works in a hierarchical way, so the bottom-most layer of the neural network can detect changes in color in an image’s pixels, and then the layer above may be able to use that to recognize certain types of edges. After adding successive analysis layers, different branches of the system can develop detection methods for faces, rocking chairs, computers, and so on.
“What stunned Quoc V. Le is that the software has learned to pick out features in things like paper shredders that people can’t easily spot – you’ve seen one shredder, you’ve seen them all, practically. But not so for Google’s monster.”
If this doesn’t terrify you… Google’s computers OUTWIT their humans
The Last Word
“All the lessons of history in four sentences: Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power. The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small. The bee fertilizes the flower it robs. When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.”
—Charles A. Beard, American historian, born November 27, 1874

Saussure was a key figure in modern linguistics and semiotics (the science of signs, sign processes, and communication). This stuff gets very technical very quickly, but the notion that signs (words in the simplest case) have an arbitrary, socially-determined relation with what they signify (things in the simplest case) has been a fruitful one since Saussure proposed it. Semiotics and Deconstructionism were all the rage when I was a pretentious young francophile punk, so I was pleased to find
Chester Gould’s “fellow who could” was Dick Tracy, the square-jawed tough-guy detective familiar to generations of funny paper readers. Tracy’s wrist-watch radio prefigured the miniaturized communications gear we all know, and the wearable tech that’s coming soon to a body near you. The other characters in the strip had cool names, too: Tess Trueheart, Tracy’s girlfriend; villains Flattop Jones, Mumbles, and Big Boy; and the Plenty family: B.O., “Gravel Gertie,” and the bee-you-teeful Sparkle.
Daguerre
The paradoxes and contradictions of the star system and celebrity culture exact an enormous human cost on everyone. Non-celebrities who buy into its mythologies pay the price in endless dissatisfaction exploited by ruthless advertisers and lives distorted or wrecked by emulation of the stars with whom they’re on a pathetic first-name basis. As for the gods and goddesses of our ignoble myths, they don’t seem to enjoy their divinity as much as you might expect. I’m sure Dante could have found a choice spot in Hell for the people who make and live off this system.

The word “souvenir” (French for a keepsake or memento) enters the English language.