Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Under the guidance of a great grogging guru, I have decided to only post on one blog site, www.appalachianthoughts.blogspot.com . I will keep this site up for a awhile until I can bear to let it go:(
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
In Praise of Townes Van Zandt
I like TVZ because he speaks volumes in a few simple words. Here's an example;
Time flows through brave beginnings
and leaves her endings beneath our feet
walk lightly upon their faces
leave gentle traces
upon their sleep
Living is dancin'
Dying does nothing at all
Babe and I are lying here
Watching the evening fall
Time flows through brave beginnings
and leaves her endings beneath our feet
walk lightly upon their faces
leave gentle traces
upon their sleep
Living is dancin'
Dying does nothing at all
Babe and I are lying here
Watching the evening fall
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Say What You Mean!
Today my wife says "Are you going to wash towels today?" I replied, "I don't know... really haven't thought about it." She continued "Well, the kid's water shoes are mildewed from the trip to the beach. I just thought if you were going to wash towels, that you could throw the shoes in the wash with them."
Now, this exchange did not bother me. However, it did make me wonder why she could not have asked me outright to wash the towels and the shoes.
Now, this exchange did not bother me. However, it did make me wonder why she could not have asked me outright to wash the towels and the shoes.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
The way I feel today about my blog!
I guess that today I feel as if my last two blogs are psuedophilosophical crap. I do not care that much about the ins and outs of what information is and is not. I care whether or not I am comfortable today. I care about whether or not I might lose it with my kids today. I care about how I am going to get through friday's gig with Ethan. I care about my wife's commute. I care about my friend's mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law.
Dirt, David Legg says, DIRT! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust--WE ALL FALL DOWN! This is the game I play. This is the culmination of all information. I live each day in hopes of maybe prolonging my return to DIRT. Information either lets me realize my connection to death or merely entertains me in the meantime. DIRT, David Legg says,Dirt! From dust I came--to it I WILL return.
I will then mingle once again with the unconscious elements and unbecome the miracle I have been. I may then nourish and become part of another, my elemental parts separated into atoms and then restored in myriads of other living beings...plants, trees (absorbed in the root and through osmosis raised to the heights of a flower or fruit, only to be eaten by the deer, squirrel, or bird that passes by--or maybe to lay on the ground and decay once again into atoms), mammals, insect, or reptile.
Yea, I need information of all sorts. Then again, there is all sorts I could care less about. That sums up how I feel about information at this present moment.
Happy Clogging!
Dirt, David Legg says, DIRT! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust--WE ALL FALL DOWN! This is the game I play. This is the culmination of all information. I live each day in hopes of maybe prolonging my return to DIRT. Information either lets me realize my connection to death or merely entertains me in the meantime. DIRT, David Legg says,Dirt! From dust I came--to it I WILL return.
I will then mingle once again with the unconscious elements and unbecome the miracle I have been. I may then nourish and become part of another, my elemental parts separated into atoms and then restored in myriads of other living beings...plants, trees (absorbed in the root and through osmosis raised to the heights of a flower or fruit, only to be eaten by the deer, squirrel, or bird that passes by--or maybe to lay on the ground and decay once again into atoms), mammals, insect, or reptile.
Yea, I need information of all sorts. Then again, there is all sorts I could care less about. That sums up how I feel about information at this present moment.
Happy Clogging!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Information 2 Comment on Comment
The comments I received from my previous blog have helped me to realize that I was unclear as to my intent; moreover, it is important to state that the last blog ended with a question that was meant to be taken literally so as to explore the usefulness of information to us as humans.
The first comment was this: “A computer scientist somewhere just died: ‘Information . . . I will take to mean data’." My definition of information was an compilation of several definitions in which the word data is used profusely. Thus, it was included in the definition. Upon researching the definition of data, I have learned that it is the plural of datum whose Latin root means a gift or present. A complete definition (before computer scientists used the word) of datum/data is as follows:
1. Something given, granted, or admitted: a premise upon which something can be argued or inferred: usually in the plural: as, the problem could not be solved, owing to insufficient data.
2. In mathematics, certain relationships or quantities, given or known, from which unknown quantities are determined.
I would say that data is a type of information even to the computer scientist. Who, without knowing data or the information pertaining to how it works, would be unable to program.
The second comment is as follows:
“Isn't information (the processed "data") somehow necessary to provide the bare necessities? For me to be anything more than a slug, I have to have information. From the time that I wake up in the morning until I lay my head down, I encounter thousands of bytes of data from my senses that are interpreted into information.
At a basic level I must have information. For example, how is one to know where to catch the fish for dinner without the information about which bait fish are biting and where? At a micro level we have basic informational needs that that provide for the basic needs that you have listed. In the modern world, how is one to catch that preverbal fish without the information of our careers?”
This is precisely the kind of questioning I wished the reader to engage in. Maybe we can think of information, as it pertains to pure physiological survival, into two categories, those being 1) instinctual information and 2) rational information.
1) Instinctual information is that in which we do not always consciously engage such as temperature regulation. Our bodies receive the information that we are overheating and then responds by sweating and vasodilation at our skin. The fact that we seek out a beverage is also instinctual as others animals seek water instinctually, without rational thought. However, there is a fine line between rational and instinctual information.
2) Rational information is that kind of information in which humans can engage that animals and other beasts cannot—if it is that rationality is what truly separates us from them. Here we can say that in our culture that to survive we must have a means or vocation by which we procure money with which to buy essentials.
The first comment was this: “A computer scientist somewhere just died: ‘Information . . . I will take to mean data’." My definition of information was an compilation of several definitions in which the word data is used profusely. Thus, it was included in the definition. Upon researching the definition of data, I have learned that it is the plural of datum whose Latin root means a gift or present. A complete definition (before computer scientists used the word) of datum/data is as follows:
1. Something given, granted, or admitted: a premise upon which something can be argued or inferred: usually in the plural: as, the problem could not be solved, owing to insufficient data.
2. In mathematics, certain relationships or quantities, given or known, from which unknown quantities are determined.
I would say that data is a type of information even to the computer scientist. Who, without knowing data or the information pertaining to how it works, would be unable to program.
The second comment is as follows:
“Isn't information (the processed "data") somehow necessary to provide the bare necessities? For me to be anything more than a slug, I have to have information. From the time that I wake up in the morning until I lay my head down, I encounter thousands of bytes of data from my senses that are interpreted into information.
At a basic level I must have information. For example, how is one to know where to catch the fish for dinner without the information about which bait fish are biting and where? At a micro level we have basic informational needs that that provide for the basic needs that you have listed. In the modern world, how is one to catch that preverbal fish without the information of our careers?”
This is precisely the kind of questioning I wished the reader to engage in. Maybe we can think of information, as it pertains to pure physiological survival, into two categories, those being 1) instinctual information and 2) rational information.
1) Instinctual information is that in which we do not always consciously engage such as temperature regulation. Our bodies receive the information that we are overheating and then responds by sweating and vasodilation at our skin. The fact that we seek out a beverage is also instinctual as others animals seek water instinctually, without rational thought. However, there is a fine line between rational and instinctual information.
2) Rational information is that kind of information in which humans can engage that animals and other beasts cannot—if it is that rationality is what truly separates us from them. Here we can say that in our culture that to survive we must have a means or vocation by which we procure money with which to buy essentials.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Information and Needs
My fellow bloggers at
Floydville and e-community have been wrestling with the idea of the current deluge of information that we have available to us in our culture. I would like to delve into this topic by asking the question “What information does a human need?”
The first step is to clearly define the words “information” and “need” and “human need” This discussion can in no way be exhaustive, may extend over a few posts, and may never be finished.
Information is a noun which, for our purposes, I will take to mean data, facts, advice, or knowledge gathered from media, reading, or others through instruction.
The word need can be used syntactically as a noun, verb, or adverb. I would like to define the word in the strictest sense to mean a necessity, something unavoidable and indispensable.
What a human needs is, therefore, something without which a human could not live.
Let me reiterate and rephrase the question at hand. What information does a human need? In other words, what kind of gathered data, facts or knowledge is required for a human’s existence? Furthermore, how does this pertain to our current culture?
In terms of survival, the human has the physiological needs of food, water and shelter just as any other mammal. Given the additional rational component of man, he has psychological needs. To propagate the species a human has relational needs. In what way is information necessary to these needs?
Floydville and e-community have been wrestling with the idea of the current deluge of information that we have available to us in our culture. I would like to delve into this topic by asking the question “What information does a human need?”
The first step is to clearly define the words “information” and “need” and “human need” This discussion can in no way be exhaustive, may extend over a few posts, and may never be finished.
Information is a noun which, for our purposes, I will take to mean data, facts, advice, or knowledge gathered from media, reading, or others through instruction.
The word need can be used syntactically as a noun, verb, or adverb. I would like to define the word in the strictest sense to mean a necessity, something unavoidable and indispensable.
What a human needs is, therefore, something without which a human could not live.
Let me reiterate and rephrase the question at hand. What information does a human need? In other words, what kind of gathered data, facts or knowledge is required for a human’s existence? Furthermore, how does this pertain to our current culture?
In terms of survival, the human has the physiological needs of food, water and shelter just as any other mammal. Given the additional rational component of man, he has psychological needs. To propagate the species a human has relational needs. In what way is information necessary to these needs?
New Blog
I created a new blog today, Appalachian Thoughts,
after watching a PBS documentary on the history of Appalachian culture.
after watching a PBS documentary on the history of Appalachian culture.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Grogger?
Well, it has been a while since I have felt the urge to write here upon the electronic pages of the web. I was inspired by my friend Jeremey's blog "Bloggers, Cloggers and Groggers." His link is to the right.
I would say that I am a grogger with some clogger tendencies of spell-checking and grammar errors. But, deep down, I wonder if all true groggers should be and look like my friend Doug looks at his blogspot, a man with a long grey-brown beard and lunatic, wary eyes. A man whose blogs are forged over intense moments--like Faulkner writing in the hot sun on a steel barrel--only to be posted at precisely the right moment for maximum prophetic significance. Alas, I can never live up to this true grogging. Doug is an inspiration to this wannabe grogger. In the light of his grogging greatness I am only an intermittent clogger. Long live floydville.
I would say that I am a grogger with some clogger tendencies of spell-checking and grammar errors. But, deep down, I wonder if all true groggers should be and look like my friend Doug looks at his blogspot, a man with a long grey-brown beard and lunatic, wary eyes. A man whose blogs are forged over intense moments--like Faulkner writing in the hot sun on a steel barrel--only to be posted at precisely the right moment for maximum prophetic significance. Alas, I can never live up to this true grogging. Doug is an inspiration to this wannabe grogger. In the light of his grogging greatness I am only an intermittent clogger. Long live floydville.
