Monthly Archives: December 2020

Message virus?

What if our message were transported in the manner of a virus, were in fact that of virus? :- Doug.

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Hitching our stories to

What natural desires do people have to which our stories/messages/images might hitch themselves for a ride and expand their range? Sweetness, beauty, intoxication, control? Beauty, truth, goodness? Ecstasy: “[O]ne ecstatic, wayward pulse of life.” Michael Pollan, The Botany of Desire, … Continue reading

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Meeting changes

Meeting is changing. :- Doug.

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Bend change

We must change. We must also bend change toward good. :- Doug.

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The changeling

This all is evocative: man the changeling. It is what we are about, and we are about to change more quickly and dramatically, if science and technology advance their promise. This will not hold only good, but is wholly good. … Continue reading

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Words creating worlds

Words creating worlds: what worlds would we make? :- Doug.

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To prod into changing

Here a half step beyond the edge touched when I guessed that complexity, mixing, unfinishing, undefining, just these things make us human. Now I see a new humanity or at least quality arising: humanity the changing. And this we owe … Continue reading

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Create in their mouths

Writers are prophets—speaking forth worlds: imaginers who create in their mouths. :- Doug.

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Homo mutabilis

Homo mutabilis: How will our generations differ from us, and what can we do to encourage them? :- Doug.

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Beauty must breathe

To send a message to another, especially across centuries, we must accept it will be a changeling. Meaning like beauty must turn to breathe. :- Doug.

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What flowers us?

If the “colors and shapes of flowers are a precise record of what bees find attractive,” as Frederick Turner writes us, what do humans find attractive? Recall that a shiver and disquiet also propel us. What then? What flowers us? … Continue reading

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A tension within

There is indeed a tension within our mixedness: we needs must hold all of it, we are a wholeness, not this nor that. :- Doug.

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Mixedness

Perhaps it is our complexity makes us human, our very mixedness, our unfinishedness, our indefinability. And so do cyborg aspects in fact make us more human? :- Doug.

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Edge of human?

What is the edge of being human? :- Doug.

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In search of the shiver

In search of the shiver. :- Doug.

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Disquiet. Shiver.

To be tough on self and others, to have an edge, is bigger than worthy. Disquiet. Shiver. :- Doug.

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Now some time to reflect

Now some time to reflect and rest and find my direction for this day. :- Doug.

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