Drone Away
Just when you thought things couldn’t get any stranger, that you wouldn’t have any more bleeping, buzzing, quasi-intelligent new developments to contend with, here come the drones. Now, I see how drones could make sense to some conspiring (which, after all, just means “breath together”) mind or other. If a human being takes a risk by flying a combat mission, why not eliminate the human, empty the cockpit, and guide the missile to its target via remote control? Why not indeed. And if that could be accomplished, as numerous combat...
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In 2008, I came across an old cassette of R.E.M.’s first album, Murmur (1983). I had played it so much in the late eighties that the tape was almost literally worn out. “No music can possibly sound good after I’ve played it to death,” I told myself. Yet, out of curiosity and perhaps loyalty, I gave it a (figurative) spin. What I heard astounded me. Flooding into my ears were sounds so fresh, rich and surprising, they could indeed be played repeatedly and always bear different results. It was music for the ages, truly—innocent yet...
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I am a late baby boomer, born in the Midwest and transplanted to California for over three decades. I came here in 1977 chasing after a Summer of Love that had already turned into a Summer of Hate and have been dancing around with time ever since. An early vocation as a writer went sour when I dug my heels in. I filed an inner lawsuit, made innumerable motions to stay put, and refused to engage in what I loved best. After skating around for a miserable while on habitual ice, I began meditating and realized how thin it was. I fell in, swam...
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