Monday Monday

Three years ago as I left the Ten Cat a snowstorm hit.  It was a wet windy one, not really sticking, but swirling and slicking the streets.  It was a pretty thing, made the city look dramatic,  I was new to my super phone and took a series of photos of my trip back.  Pretty nice photos but they sat on my hard drive doing nothing.  You know I paint in series, corn, tomatoes, cats in many variations.  When I first start on a series I am kind of pumped up, this will be so cool.  I feel like I am on the right track, but after a dozen or so, the track becomes a rut that I am stuck in, and I am thinking about what the new one will be.  It's kind of unsettling, like reaching for the trapeze as you soar across the big top, maybe mosaic women, mosaic trains, maybe full bore abstract, none of these really fit my hand, and then I remembered those photos, and now I am off on a swing,

What a fabulous idea I thought Friday night as I headed out to the beer garden to clear my head.  There were some young uns out there and after exchanging some pleasantries I thought maybe they would be interested in sharing my vision.  They were receptive for the first few sentences, but then the sidelong glances, and doubtless some rolling off of the eyes discreetly beyond my vision.

Well so it  goes.  I am writing this in response to Old Dogs' finding things interesting that others don't.  Well their loss, that's they way I look at it, and likely Old Dog also looks at it the same way.

I was a youth once, as were we all, and I remember when old people spoke to me it was never very interesting, what did they know?  And now I am on the other side and I feel like I should somehow stay in touch with they young, but generally a few sentences in and I am glancing sideways, what do they know?


I didn't mean to imply that audios and videos were inferior to reading, just that I personally am not into them.


Oh I don't think signing a simple piece of paper paves the way to totalitarianism.  Totalitarianism.  Took a ride to the wiki.  Originally to the guys that made up the name, it was not a bad thing. Everything in the state must work for the good of the state, some people here lately think everything must work for the good of the country.  Anyway there would be no such thing in OBHP.  You could be a commie, a fascist, whatever.  Consider the Freedom Caucus and the Tuesday Group in the Republican party.  They are factions, not parties.  If you wanted to drop out of one and join the other you wouldn't have to make any declarations or sign any papers. 

Consider the Communist party,  Consider The Death of Stalin.  A lot of shaking up at the top, but in the end, the leader is going to be some commie, life will go on for Ivan Six  Pack.  But what happens when that final cheeseburger stops the heart of Orangey?   Trumpism consists of whatever he is thinking at the current time.  With no Trump there is no Trumpism.  Where will the Trumpists go?  Who will be able to pick up the mantle?  Will there be a competition between republican leaders to see who can say the most insulting stupid things to be most like The King?

Well that was a distraction.

Okay within the OBHP every election would be like a primary.  You would have to get petitions so there wouldn't be a thousand people on the ballot.  Instead of there being a republican, a democrat, a libertarian, and a green.  There would be four OBHP candidates who happened to have those respective leanings and I think that would give the green and libertarian more respect which I think is what Old Dog wants.


Here is an article about AI and media that might be of interest: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2018/11/12/in-the-age-of-ai-is-seeing-still-believing

Old Dog seems to spend a lot of time digging up oddities.  It seems to me that he should include the New Yorker in that searching. a lot of interesting things within his pages, and generally better written than those other sites.