My last exchange with Robin Young

I knew him as a writer only. He passed this last week.

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A man with his own style. A character in some ways . His excellence at wordplay and pinpoint, acerbic wit endeared him to me, and others. I also enjoyed his critiques of my writing. As a struggling writer, which is what I am, his crisp, on point, reviews of my stories changed my prose.

He was in for his second battle with cancer. When I visited him, he still had good color, a clear mind and was writing.  His passing was sudden and surprising.  I have no details at this time. Perhaps one of his creations came to life and took him to a better place.

As promised in the title, my last exchange with Robin:

doug [2:04 PM]
Where do they have you now?

robin [5:07 PM]
Robin spat the stinging dryness of the high desert sand out of his mouth and realized his was no a good place to beta-test the latest DragonDictate.

doug [5:07 PM]
ROFL

[5:08]
You would have to retrain the entire profile for speech recognition

robin [5:13 PM]
“They spirited me out of that nasty Bucharest ‘mental hospital’, stuffed me in the back of a rattling aluminum box with a couple of Mousafah’s bully boys and tossed me out on the street in front of a down on its heels named “Cross Cancer

doug [5:13 PM]
You so need to write this

[5:13]
So you are at the U of A?

robin [5:14 PM]
Two wordsCross Cancer

doug [5:14 PM]
ok

robin [5:14 PM]
Room 3142

doug [5:14 PM]
Roger Roger

robin [5:15 PM]
That was fun – thanks!

I leave you and myself with the words The Great Poet:

Be cheerful, sir:
Our revels now are ended 
These our actors,
As I foretold you were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all of which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind:
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
~ William Shakespeare


A Good Man, I will miss him.
Be Well
dcdear

 

There is no door

eyesTo become what we are not, we must know what we are. Or another way Know Thyself.

We don’t understand ourselves very well in this society. We especially don’t comprehend how we act as a collective social conscious. Everyone is somebody else’s statistic. It is important to remember that. I am part of somebodies 50% or 10 % or 1%. A number of a part of a number. This is significant because we evaluate our situation based on numbers and often just approximations. We do this to others as well. As long as we do this we will find ourselves on the wrong side of the evolutionary chain.  Why?

Because there is always someone(s) who are bigger, better, stronger, hipper, cuter, wealthier, poorer, sicker, healthier than us and especially me. I need to not be a person who is formed by the minutiae of information that I ingest on a regular basis. But as we regurgitate what we input for personal information devices we become part of the data. We become part of the minutiae.

Most of us try to filter and control what we allow to have access to us to provide our information that we form our life around. The problem with that is how do we find the great pieces of information that exist in the ether of the internet?

There is no door that says “Smart hip people enter here” or “refined sophisticates only please”.  Only a door that says “Enter”. In many ways it is an all or nothing approach to providing ourselves with the data we need to define ourselves.

I know there are people that say you should just disconnect. For me that is just throwing the baby out with the bath water.

Let me propose 3 approaches to data filtering that you may find interesting.

1) Surround yourself with good filters. Find peeps that are good at filtering data, that have new avenues of information that you find useful. Firewall yourself from those that would hack your life. Dump the people that only provide porn. I mean really do you need someone to find you porn?

2) Build relationships with data that works. This may sound silly, but think about it for moment. If you find a great source for data that you like. Become a member, join that forum, engage in the discussion, subscribe to that feed or like that blog. On the same note remember that you have a relationship with data. It is not passive, hate your data and it will hate you. Try it and see. Care about the data that you want.

3) Archive and Backup your data. This is probably one of the biggest disasters of this age. Loss of data. Our  previous history was passed on by oral tradition or by photos or physical books. Today whole generations of pictures, events, lives are lost because we don’t archive and backup. The single most important activity you can do is try to build an oral history to pass on to the next generation. The second most significant action you can take is have an offline, out of your dwelling, backup of the digital pictures, movies, moments and records that exist in digital form of your life.

So this blog is not a complete loss on the novel side, one of the space ships has a circumference of 15 kilometers. Room for several yummy noodle bars.

Be Well – dcd