Intrigued with the exhibit of AI art on display at Waterstreet Studios I returned on Saturday morning to have a measured look at the pieces offered for appreciation. I took my time, pausing before each work to absorb movement offered by the artist. A few photographs were taken. Artificial Intelligence is in it’s infancy. …
And now? I account for myself clearly. The project that I put in writing, this book was a frightful challenge. Could I have succeeded? Really? It is apparently a failure; this book resembles tanks abandoned in their essence and through combat, half destroyed in a field. It is…
We visited the Cosley Zoo yesterday. Cosley Zoo is a small zoo in Wheaton, Illinois, scaled for toddlers and older children. At the zoo you get a close-up look at animals, wild and domestic. The visit was greatly enjoyed. Our grand daughter certainly will remember for many years the animals which are cared for,…
Wednesday mid-morning, the intersection of State and 3rd is washed in sunlight. It is 45 degrees F. Will grass be green in a day or so? Today, a late start on my daily writing effort. Why is that? Yesterday, bedtime I noticed that the insulin pump which I wear — no longer communicates with…
A winter view of marshland, dormant tall grass, is the norm for this time of year. A friend invited me to join him at the Orchid Show at the Chicago Botanic Society. Both of us are photo buffs. How could I not take the opportunity? Perhaps I should not confess my indifference to the…
Didn’t post yesterday. Rare circumstances on occasion are more important than having something to say. Failing to add more words here causes no tremor in the fabric of the cosmos… The challenge of finding some good words to describe an emotional response, or to express an idea received from a writer more worthy than…
LITTLE GIDDING by T. S. Eliot (No. 4 of ‘Four Quartets’) I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless cold that…
Saturday evening, upon a friend’s recommendation we dined at Villa Verone in Geneva. The occasion for us was to celebrate fifty two years of partnership, a marriage which began in Japan. The year was 1970 and we both were 21 years old. We traveled to the city hall in our section of Tokyo to…
Iconic denotation is only syntagm, associates elements without any system: The discontinuous connotators are connected, actualized, ‘spoken’ through the syntagm of the denotation, the discontinuous world of symbols plunges into the story of the denoted scene, as though into a lustral bath of innocence. -excerpt, Rhetoric of the Image, by Roland…
It’s called schadenfreude, a descriptive term for the satisfaction that wells up when someone else suffers misfortune. Confession: I felt schadenfreude while viewing the evening news’ depiction of the massive shoreline destruction, the result of the moon’s near orbit, of a high tide and the storm surge of hurricane Nicole’s wind lashed waves….
