Judy and I live with two members of the wild parrot flock, both of whom have permanent disabilities. Whenever any of their wild brethren are in the area, the two start screaming. I’ve been working with a speech recognition program, hoping that it will make the task of responding to e-mail less onerous, and it’s funny how the program responds to their screams. Around 90 percent of the time it translates each scream as Bush.
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I’m always thinking up posts that are in response to something I’ve seen in the media or on-line. My understanding of what most people are thinking and doing these days is taken from secondary sources. Not many people talk about anything serious in public anymore—at least not here in San Francisco where people are supposedly controversial and outspoken. I find that when I’m outside, moving through the real world, most people are just passing from one building to another—a cafe, a restaurant, a job, a store, and so on. It feels dead out there. When I first arrived in San Francisco, people were out on the streets talking and checking out interesting people and places. Now, everybody’s at home or at work staring at a monitor. The last couple of years, I’ve been a cave dweller, too. One of the things I loved most about the wild parrots was the reminder that reality is magical. We’ve withdrawn our attention from the real world. Gadgets impress us more, but gadgets aren’t magic. Magic is where the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. Technology is never more than the sum of the parts.
I’m going to start getting out more.