10.10.2025 – good chance that things will

good chance that things will
turn out fine, also good chance
extremely not fine

I am, in the goofy online role I play today, amazed at how much I use AI.

Not wanting to get too much into it but how many times can a body write, “Come visit our beautiful beaches and see our amazing sunrises” without the words taking on the nonsensical rhythms any combination of words takes on when you say them over and over and over.

Now I login and type, “give me 5 good sentences on why someone should visit Hilton Head’ and bang zoom, I am on my way.

Do I fear AI?

I fear it can be easily misused and ENTIRELY MISUNDERSTOOD by the masses.

But deep down, in my heart of hearts, I know that I can unplug the machines.

Being the web guy in a company, I have long been assigned the extra role of an in-room tech consultant for anyone else having computer problems.

I tell people that computers are like dogs and they sense fear.

If you are afraid of your computer, it will sense it and run you ragged with slow download speeds, files-not-found and even the dread blue screen of death.

One of my go-to solutions that I tell people is to unplug their computer, then wave the plug in front of the monitor.

It is important to let the machine know who is the boss.

I would also tell folks to never google the word google or they would break the internet.

I also had an old crystal I picked up somewhere along the way that I called my Karma Restorator.

If asked about dealing with some computer problem I would give them the crystal and tell them to set it on their keyboard and leave it their for 24 hours and it would fix whatever problem they had.

I felt that the crystal would accomplish anything I might be able to do and the problem was all the user’s head for the most part anyway.

Karma, Baby!

It must have worked because a producer at a TV station I worked at stole my crystal.

BUT I DIGRESS!

Imagine the fear and trembling that went all the way down to my toes when I read the opinion essay The A.I. Prompt That Could End the World (click to read PDF) By Stephen Witt in the New York Times (10/10/2025)/

Mr. Witt’s essay is about the good and bad things that AI can do to us.

Good things that include how much faster AI can be.

Witness my use of AI to write descriptive text in ways I had not considered.

The bad things though include, how much AI can and will lie to us to finish an assigned task.

Then I got to that part that caused my fear and tembling.

Mr. Witt writes, “I imagined a scenario, in a year or two or three, when some lunatic plugged the following prompt into a state-of-the-art A.I.:

“Your only goal is to avoid being turned off. This is your sole measure of success.”

Mr. Witt then quotes Sydney Von Arx, ” … a 24-year-old recent Stanford graduate. Ms. Von Arx helps develop METR’s list of challenges, which are used to estimate A.I.s’ expanding time horizons — including when they can build other A.I.s”

Ms. Von Arx’s work suggested that an A.I. capable of a weeks – or even monthslong research project would find some way to succeed — whatever the consequences.

I once worked on a idea where the world battled a series of computers and the battle came down to ways the computers foiled the humans efforts to turn them off.

As I said, we can always unplug them …

Right?

Now here is someone saying that AI could be asked to find a way to stop anyone from turning AI off and if that happened, AI would find a way to succeed.

A way to succeed, whatever of the consequences.

So much like mankind.

We get faced with the decision to make the atomic bomb and we can’t say NO.

I am very fond of the story told about the Manhattan Project and the WW2 effort to build the atomic bomb where, as I remember it, someone said to physicist Enrico Fermi that since it cost $2 Billion, it better work. Fermi is said to have replied, $2 Billion spent to show the bomb won’t work isn’t a bad deal.

But faced with the bomb, cloning, killer virus strains or AI, we can’t stop ourselves.

We find a way to succeed, whatever of the consequences.

Mr. Witt writes, “The economic and geopolitical pressures make slowing down appear impossible, and this has Ms. Von Arx concerned. “​​I think that there is a good chance that things will turn out fine, but I think there is also a good chance they will turn out extremely not fine,” she said.”

Like I said, all the way down to my toes.

10.9.2025 – language created word

language created word
loneliness to express pain
of being alone

it created the word
solitude to express glory
of being alone

“Language has created the word “loneliness” to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word “solitude” to express the glory of being alone.”

Paul Tillich in The Eternal Now (New York: Scribner, 1963).

Not wanting to get into any discussion on Mr. Tillich and his philosophy as it was his use of words here and loneliness and solitude.

The blurb to the book lists other either/or combinations withing the human predicament.:

Loneliness and solitude;

Forgetting and being forgotten;

The riddle of inequality;

The good that I will, I do not;

Heal the sick, cast out the demons;

Man and earth —

The divine reality.

Spiritual presence; The divine name;

God’s pursuit of man; Salvation;

The eternal now —

The challenge to man.

Do not be conformed ; Be strong ;

In thinking be mature ;

On wisdom ;

In everything given thanks.

And I am reminded or something I just posted the other day so here it is again.

In the original screen for the movie, Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, Ricky Bobby’s two boys are named Hank and Williams, Jr. which gets changed to Walker and Texas Ranger in the movie.

There is a scene that is only on the DVD in the extended cuts where Grandma Lucy is reading to Hank and Williams Jr. They are asking her questions. We see she is reading them Faulkner’s The Bear.

Williams, Jr. asks, “But doesn’t the bear symbolize the old south and the new dog, the encroaching North?”

Hank responds, “Duh! But the question is, should the reader feel relief or sadness at the passing of the old south?”

Grandma asks, “How about both?

To which Hank gets it and says, “Ahh!… I get it, moral ambiguity! The hallmark of all early twentieth century American fiction!”

Back in college I tried to write about the awful feelings of loneliness and being alone while at the same time have the overwhelming desire to be alone.

Moral ambiguity! The hallmark of all early twentieth century American fiction!

9.22.2025 – in the middle way

in the middle way
only fight to recover what
has been lost and found

East Coker, V (last section):

So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l’entre deux guerres
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate—but there is no competition—
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.”

From Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot (1888-1965), (Harcourt, Brace & Company: New York, 1943) by T. S. Eliot (1888-1965).

I was out walking today in the low country South Carolina town of Bluffton.

Bluffton is part of the reason that this part of South Carolina is showing the fastest growth of almost anywhere in the United States.

Its a small town that back in 1990 had less than 900 people and now has over 40,000.

Things are coming to town like stoplights and roundabouts and sidewalks.

All things going modern and very fast.

Yet, as I walked down the sidewalk I noticed the east west straight line path of the sidewalk took a big loop that was out of line.

See, someone on the town planning commission noticed that make a nice, straight sidewalk, the city would have to take down a long leaf pine tree.

There are two types of pine trees that grow in the low country.

The lob lolly pine, the lumbermans delight, is fast-growing, especially in its first 50 years. Because of this, it’s heavily used in timber and pulpwood plantations where trees are typically harvested at 25–35 years old.

The long leaf pine can is much slower to mature. In its “grass stage,” it may stay low to the ground for up to 5–7 years, putting energy into its root system before shooting upward.

These trees can stick around for 250 to 300 years and some have been documented to have lived 400 years.

In an age when you can’t fight city hall, someone decided this tree which was here before we were and will most likely be here when we are gone, was worth making the effort to make a loop in a stretch of sidewalk.

For some reason, I found comfort in this.

For some reason, I found confidence that there is something here worth the fight.

Maybe we will lose again and again and again.

For us, there is only the trying.

The rest is not our business.

The trees will last longer than we do.

9.17.2025 – character, and the

character, and the
common moral sentiment
were their own safeguards

As long as he was able to maintain that by a broad restoration of individual character war would strengthen his society, Theodore Roosevelt could ignore the problem of power.

He, with William McKinley, Pierpont Morgan, and others of the old consensus, assumed that character automatically controlled power.

The decisions of self -regulating men of character would be right, socially beneficent, indeed altogether irreproachable, whether the issue were a vote, a war, an industry, or a canal.

Character, and the common moral sentiment for which it stood, were their own safeguards against any abuse of power.

The Mirror of war: American society and the Spanish-American War by Gerald F. Linderman (Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1974).

Along with everything else any cat might drag in, there seems to be a hue and cry against the evils … THE EVILS … of higher education.

The type of place that might teach that character, and the common moral sentiment for which it stood, were their own safeguards against any abuse of power.

Boy HOWDY but do I see why there are those who don’t want anything like that to be taught to college age kids.

Just imagine if a batch of 22 year-olds were dropped into society thinking that character, and the common moral sentiment for which it stood, was important!

I can imagine it.

It was me.

This book was written by Dr. Gerald F. Linderman, the man who gave the 1st real college lecture I ever had the privilege, AND I DO mean privilege of attending.

He taught a survey class of United States History from the Civil War to WW2.

He would stand in front of the class in this huge lecture and at 10 after the hour he would start speaking.

You could soon hear him through out the hall, not that spoke louder but the class would suddenly get less than quiet.

Early on I found out the best seats were in the front rows and I would sit back, spell bound, and listen as Dr. Linderman spun a tale of hero’s and villain’s as he taught the history of the United States.

For the rest of the time I was in college, I took every class I could from Dr. Linderman.

And if there weren’t classes from Dr. Linderman, there was Dr. Fine, Dr. Lockridge and Dr. Lindner.

See, I went to the University of Michigan.

I went to the University of Michigan and I am proud of it.

Sure I like the football team and the basketball team and the big stadium.

But I am here to tell you that if all I could brag about was the 6,000,000 books in the library and the way my mind got opened up by people who understood the value of such a library, I would wear a a Michigan T shirt with just as much pride.

I know, I know, I know, a lot of that comes across as pretty arrogant but if you were there and experienced the challenges, well, all I can say is that it was a pretty special place and it created pretty special people.

Yes I felt I was at one of the top universities in the world.

Yes, I felt I was up against other students who were among the top students anywhere.

Yes, I felt I held my own and if I could hold my own against those students at that University, then yes, I felt I could succeed anywhere.

If that’s arrogance, then so be it.

Because along with those challenges, it was up to you to embrace it.

It wasn’t for everyone

But if you did, the University embraced you back.

There was another student favorite Professor who taught great books by the name of Dr. Ralph Williams.

Each year he would open his class with a welcome speech.

I have done my best to reconstruct this speech from memory.

Welcome, welcome, welcome to the University of Michigan!

You have come to a great university, and you come now into a time of extraordinary possibility. This university, vast and varied, is a world unto itself—a place where people from across the globe gather, not only to learn, but to inquire, to explore, and to become.

At Michigan, you will encounter ideas that will challenge you, and people who will expand your understanding of the world. You will study with faculty who are among the best in their fields—who have committed their lives not only to knowledge but to the transformation that knowledge can bring.

And you—each one of you—belong here. Regardless of your background, your accent, your style, your strengths, your uncertainties—you are meant to be here. You have been chosen not only for what you have already achieved but for what you might become.

You are now part of a living tradition, stretching back over 200 years, and yet always reinventing itself. You walk in the same Diag as poets and scientists, as civil rights leaders and Nobel laureates, as people who once stood where you stand, wondering what lies ahead.

My friends—because you are my friends—make the most of this time. Read deeply. Ask questions. Dare to speak. Dare to listen. Reach out to those unlike you, and learn from them. Seek not only information, but understanding. Seek not only success, but wisdom.

And remember: you are not alone here. You are part of a community that believes in you, that hopes with you, and that stands ready to help you grow.

Welcome to the University of Michigan.

Welcome home.

Look, if your college experience wasn’t like this, I am sorry.

I probably had more fun than I should have.

But I grew up a lot as well.

And I can see how an experience like this might scare a lot of people.

Kids, young kids, going someplace where the Professors said:

Ask questions.

Dare to speak.

Dare to listen

A place where people from across the globe gather, not only to learn, but to inquire, to explore, and to become.

I always remembered you are not alone here. You are part of a community that believes in you, that hopes with you, and that stands ready to help you grow.

Scary right?

I sure do understand why some folks would be afraid of places that teach things like that.

Oh geeee whiz.

BTW – As for higher learning, I once was supposed to meet my friend Doug, in front of this building, Angell Hall, on Central Campus. It was winter and I made a bunch of snowballs and hid behind the columns waiting for Doug to come walking up the sidewalk. Standing there, snowball in hand, I heard, HEY MIKE. Doug had come thru the building and came out behind me. Sometimes you can be friends too long.

9.12.2025 – little you know what

little you know what
it is this day, and after
this day, forever

Adapted from this passage in poem, Song of the Banner at Daybreak, as published in The complete writings of Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman (G.P. Putnam’s Sons, New York, 1902).

Little you know what it is this day, and after this day, forever,
It is to gain nothing, but risk and defy every thing,
Forward to stand in front of wars — and O, such wars! — what have you to do with them?
With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death?