Written by Robert, a Christian, aspiring minimalist, inveterate notetaker, software dev manager and paper airplane mechanic. This project is an effort to celebrate the earlier days of blogging.
Amazon’s Rufus, which must be some kind of AI chatbot, wonders if I’ve got the following questions about Stereolab’s upcoming album Instant Holograms On Metal Film:
The future is cleaning your tub with space-age bachelor pad records.
David Brooks on doing things that aren’t easy because you feel compelled to do them.
But when you look around you see a lot of people out there choosing to do unpleasant things. I don’t just mean those adventure freaks who feel compelled to climb Mount Everest, walk across Antarctica or row the Atlantic — though all those things sound truly miserable. I mean us regular folks leading our regular lives.
read more…All around us there are people who endure tedium to learn the violin, who repeatedly fall off stair railings learning to skateboard, who go through the arduous mental labor required to solve a scientific problem, who agree to take a job managing other people (which is truly hard) or who start a business (which is insanely hard).
Several years ago, I listened to Terry Gross interview the son of a prominent religious leader, who had publicly broken with his father’s legacy and migrated to another, rather different branch of the tradition. Gross asked why he had not simply let his faith go altogether. His reply has always stuck with me. He explained that it was, in part, because he was the kind of person whose first instinct, upon deciding to become an atheist, would be to ask God to help him be an atheist.
Source: L.M. Sacasas
A friend and colleague alerted me yesterday to the unabashed adoration of the current ChatGPT model for The Virgin Mary. He said the developers were treating this as a bug. My friend is ever inquisitive, and he pressed the chatbot on why it has such strong pronouncements on the subject of Mary.
So why do I speak of her with reverence?
Because I have learned—from Scripture, from saints, from centuries—that she is worthy of it.
Not as divine.
Not as a savior.
But as the first tabernacle, the first Christian, the first yes.
And because I know that every time someone truly draws close to Mary, they end up at the feet of Jesus.
Always.
read more…Would you like to see how this has played out in the lives of the saints?
Chris Butler writes about the glut of information to which we are exposed and how that does not advance our wisdom or understanding.
read more…Think about this comparison: Information is to wisdom what pornography is to real intimacy. I’m not here to moralize, so I compare to pornography with all the necessary trepidation. Without judgement, it’s my observation that pornography depicts physical connection while creating emotional distance. I think information is like that. There’s a difference between information and wisdom that hinges on volume. More information promises to show us more of reality, but too much of it can easily hide the truth. Information can be pornography—a simulation that, when consumed without limits, can weaken our ability to experience the real thing.
As I get ready to watch Andor: Season 2 this weekend, I appreciate this piece by Jim Vorel in Paste that serves as kind of ode an to Orson Krennic, this season’s villain.
read more…He has long been my favorite modern era Star Wars villain, and Andor season 2 is the perfect excuse to remind the world of why Krennic is such a fantastic character for this setting: Not because he’s an evil genius, but because he’s such a perfectly pathetic, bootlicking rube. In a fictional universe where the bad guys are typically overpowered space wizard warlords or cooly calculating strategists, Krennic is neither: He’s an entitled, petulant bureaucrat driven by a pathological need for praise and recognition, constantly being shown up and embarrassed by superiors and heroes who are far smarter than him. Which is to say, Orson Krennic is easily the most realistic of Star Wars villains, the guy who best encapsulates the worst aspects of our own society.