Summer Programs in Social Studies

In Animals, Circus, Current reading, Food, Games, Local projects, Music, photography, Poetry, proto drafts, Revision, The Crab Walker on July 3, 2014 at 7:56 am

The social experiment – or call it what you will – confirms one truism at least: negative news leads to more of same,  and positive news generates positives in response. Congratulations to Facebook and the valiant teams of  university researchers for “proving” what the media demonstrates daily.

Nu, how do you stay sane in the onslaught? What does sane mean where you live? Plus – fundamental question : Can a sense of humor thrive despite all odds to the contrary? How did humor work its way into the genetic makeup? Playfulness exists at the animal level. Even old dogs react to play opportunities. Although this may be a case of anthropomorphism, I once had a dog whose behavior I considered mischievous to the point of putting a twinkle in his eye. But then, I also had a dog whose traumatic fear of thunderstorms could be controlled with earphones and the Second Movement of Beethoven’s Sixth Symphony.

So maybe Facebook and university researchers should turn to more refined animal studies as their next contribution to the tiny flashes of insight in the vast fields of human ignorance? Or, while putting a new bathing suit to the test with slow laps in a pool, an aging human may hit upon a forgotten bit of knowledge  that demonstrates dolphins don’t only appear to laugh because their mouth curves upward. I must think on these things. (Hence I hit the category: protodraft).

In the reading mix, at the moment: Stanislaw Lem’s Cyberiad, in French. Ah, the first of the seven crusades when the cyborgs (or plain old first-generation computers) discover  Unity; explore Philosophy, Poetry, and the founding algorithms for small or medium-sized villages. Then, face off for battle only to discover… the enemy, smiling back on the hill across the valley. Only to… traipse down the hill under the furious eyes of their leaders, clear their throats with a blush, take an enemy by the hand and wander off to pick daisies in the field where the battle doesn’t happen.

Plus, at the local level: more  circus pictures for another exhibition, also in need of  a few words, here and there, as a garnish.


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