In a speech on January 28th at Brussels’ International Privacy Day, Tim Cook CEO of Apple had this to say. Here is an excerpt from his speech: “Technology does not need vast troves of personal data stitched together across dozens of websites and apps in order to succeed. Advertising existed and thrived for decades…
Today I awakened before dawn intent on walking into nearby Almond Marsh before sunrise. I enjoy taking a walk with camera in hand. Predictably the camera is an aid to careful observation. A camera is a mechanical device that records only what the lens captures, without the distractions of a human mind. Are we…
A friend revealed last night that her cousin was dying. She had little to say in terms of the detail, but it was clear that she was emotionally spent. Love means grief over the torturous journey that a beloved must take, aware that debilitating bodily pain, as well as the beloved’s mental suffering cannot…
It is snowing hard. The stone buddha on the hill is shrouded with white. Nature is “what it is.” There is no mask, no screen of projection, a proffered interpretation which Nature offers to the human mind. There is no wrap of culture with regard to Nature, as is the case with human affairs. …
Sunday, a day traditionally reserved for mindful reflection. I awakened early this morning aware of a dream that I was leaving behind. It was an interesting dream, unlike the violent, terror laced dreams that came on occasion during the Trump administration. When you have a bully to contend with, the dreams are of panic. …
An interlude is a time for reflection, a brief “time out” to recall what has been written in the playbook, and to conceive a plan of attack. Momentarily it will be “game on.” The wonderful words said at the inauguration ritual will be past — difficult, improvisational work will begin. One difficulty will be…
I met with two friends yesterday at St. James Farm Forest Preserve in Winfield for a walk in the woods. St. James Farm was originally a retreat of many decades for the McCormick family. Chauncey and Marion McCormick purchased the farm in 1920. He was the great nephew of Cyrus McCormick who invented the first…
Late in the day, dusk was giving way to darkness and traffic was becoming heavier. I felt relieved to hear the voice of Kai Ryssdal, the host of Marketplace on NPR radio. There hasn’t been much good news lately. I believe it is better to know, — to be “Socrates dissatisfied, than a pig…
As consciousness dawned this morning, from the clock radio came these sounds of exhortation: “It’s the Mackay-in-the-morning show at 95.9, The River… — followed by the harmonious voices, a choir singing acappella the Rolling Stones anthem You can’t always get what you want.” I rose and thought to myself, “How perfect.” What better battle…
The body politic twists, wracked from the clarity of what must be done, distended in a contrary direction by a customary shape-shifting accommodation. Thus the odds are long that a decisive, kill-stroke will be delivered to the personification of anti-truth that looms over us… Trump and his acolytes, either costumed and embellished with facial…
