My life has come to resemble a country western song.
Welcome to Summer.

one blind step
one more blind step
the clouds roil and rail against oily lemon drops
sugar rimmed and bitter
rust floating on mud,
old waste turned grotesque.
beautiful.

two hands, two paths, one goose and one gander.
the hounds know the difference but does the falconer?
Cryptic as down town Chicago.

Thanks to the computer gaming news website, rock paper shotgun, I learned of the very very short game indy web game ImorTall. Indy games are like high-school poetry, sometimes confused, awful, too long or short, overly complicated, moody and very rarely brilliant. ImorTall is brilliant and beautiful. It is art.

You should click on one of the links and play ImorTall, the whole experience will only take a minuet or two and you’ll be a better person after you do.

ImorTall is beautiful for many reasons, it tells a beautiful story, it espouses a beautiful ethic and it encourages beautiful behviour.

Not really a logic refutation of Pascal’s Wager, but instead a pretty good explanation of the problem of multiplicity of faiths.

The above is funny.
My predilections also go that way.

There’s this person who thinks the above is crazy talk. They say, we need freedom in all things, even the freedom to commit and suffer economic violence. I kind of think one of the purposes of the state is to limit the use of violence, sometimes I worry this is an easy kind of ignorance and a hunger for freedom from.

I’ve got restless finger syndrome and a hankering for travel.
There’s a brittle cake I’ve got a hunger from,
flat belly and nostalgia for yesterday afternoon.
I am wanting walks in the park and sunsets in the afternoon.
Bridges named after the curvature of her vertebra, but less scary.

Tonight will be a busy night.

is all I ever had?

“Some silken moment, goes on forever”

oh Pea Pod! Honey Bunny!
Muffin?

Doors and Doors and Doors
Remember the sound of the shower?
and we thought it would never be new again.
It is always new, and cool and tangled.
Like long hair after a shower,
or keys on the other side of a locked door.

this may not exactly be your cup of tea.

So have this, and go wisely and well.

What the Tortoise Said to Achilles

The discussion begins by considering the following logical argument:
A: “Things that are equal to the same are equal to each other” (transitive property)
B: “The two sides of this triangle are things that are equal to the same”
Therefore Z: “The two sides of this triangle are equal to each other”
The Tortoise asks Achilles whether the conclusion logically follows from the premises, and Achilles grants that it obviously does. The Tortoise then asks Achilles whether there might be a reader of Euclid who grants that the argument is logically valid, as a sequence, while denying that A and B are true. Achilles accepts that such a reader might exist, and that he would hold that if A and B are true, then Z must be true, while not yet accepting that A and B are true.
The Tortoise then asks Achilles whether a second kind of reader might exist, who accepts that A and B are true, but who does not yet accept the principle that if A and B are both true, then Z must be true. Achilles grants the Tortoise that this second kind of reader might also exist. The Tortoise, then, asks Achilles to treat him as a reader of this second kind, and then to logically compel him to accept that Z must be true.
After writing down A, B and Z in his notebook, Achilles asks the Tortoise to accept the hypothetical:
C: “If A and B are true, Z must be true”
The Tortoise agrees to accept C, if Achilles will write down what he has to accept in his note-book, making the new argument:
A: “Things that are equal to the same are equal to each other”
B: “The two sides of this triangle are things that are equal to the same”
C: “If A and B are true, Z must be true”
Therefore Z: “The two sides of this triangle are equal to each other”
But now that the Tortoise accepts premise C, he still refuses to accept the expanded argument. When Achilles demands that “If you accept A and B and C, you must accept Z,” the Tortoise remarks that that’s another hypothetical proposition, and suggests even if he accepts C, he could still fail to conclude Z if he did not see the truth of:
D: “If A and B and C are true, Z must be true”
The Tortoise continues to accept each hypothetical premise once Achilles writes it down, but denies that the conclusion necessarily follows, since each time he denies the hypothetical that if all the premises written down so far are true, Z must be true:
“And at last we’ve got to the end of this ideal race-course! Now that you accept A and B and C and D, of course you accept Z.”
“Do I?” said the Tortoise innocently. “Let’s make that quite clear. I accept A and B and C and D. Suppose I still refused to accept Z?”
“Then Logic would take you by the throat, and force you to do it!” Achilles triumphantly replied. “Logic would tell you, ‘You can’t help yourself. Now that you’ve accepted A and B and C and D, you must accept Z!’ So you’ve no choice, you see.”
“Whatever Logic is good enough to tell me is worth writing down,” said the Tortoise. “So enter it in your note-book, please. We will call it
(E) If A and B and C and D are true, Z must be true.
Until I’ve granted that, of course I needn’t grant Z. So it’s quite a necessary step, you see?”
“I see,” said Achilles; and there was a touch of sadness in his tone.
Thus, the list of premises continues to grow without end, leaving the argument always in the form:
(1): “Things that are equal to the same are equal to each other”
(2): “The two sides of this triangle are things that are equal to the same”
(3): (1) and (2) ⇒ (Z)
(4): (1) and (2) and (3) ⇒ (Z)
…
(n): (1) and (2) and (3) and (4) and … and (n − 1) ⇒ (Z)
Therefore (Z): “The two sides of this triangle are equal to each other”
At each step, the Tortoise argues that even though he accepts all the premises that have been written down, there is some further premise (that if all of (1)–(n) are true, then (Z) must be true) that he still needs to accept before he is compelled to accept that (Z) is true.

Thank you Lewis Caroll.

Also…

Now arms, however beautiful, are instruments of evil omen, hateful, it may be said, to all creatures. Therefore they who have the Tao do not like to employ them. ~Lao Tzu Chpt 31, Tao Te Ching.

There is type of return to an insult. Puts one on easy ground, it’s like walking up the drive way, going home.  Blah, blah, blah.

Sometimes it’s nice to go home, but I do like to travel. No more murdering this metaphor.

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Stretching out, covers

remember dreaming last night

warm telephone call

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New exercise sore

lying fingers slip again

forearms cell phone text

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So I’ve been watching Sita Sings the Blues, and I’m totally amazed. Not just by the wonderful animated re-telling of the Ramayana, the impromptu voice over by amazing Indiana’s, Nina’s personal story expertly woven into this epic, but also by the story of free culture and the copy left movements.

I first sort of ran into this phenomena of leaving ones work available for consumption under the creative commons when reading Peter Watts books and short stories on his website. Shortly there after I started to play a game called Dwarf Fortress also available for free, under a similar distribution plan.

I find the whole setup fascinating, creative people allowing there work to be tasted by the public for free and then giving up voluntarily various amounts of creative control (from none to do what you will with my work). It seems downright un-American, but altogether tasty.

While it may lead to a host of entanglements including but not limited to losing creative control of ones work, having another modify then attempt to copy right, being sued ala this story or other general weirdness I must admit I admire these people, their strength and their vision.

This is, yet another, triumph.

Now all I have to do is organise a showing here.

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