The weather beavers have been flashing their caps. My browser tells me 37 degF while my aft porch thermometer is several degrees higher. But definitely less heat than yesterday. The gym was pleasant except that the weight bouncers from last evening left their toys strewn about for ORFs to fall over. I have to wonder at how oblivious the management – if I can use that term – is to their liability. And the podcast episodes were fair to unmemorable. Even the coverage of the Georgia Tech bit on micturation was not well done.
This gave me some time to ruminate and I returned to consideration of this cartoon: [Link]
I was not permitted to romp in the leaf pile as a bairn. The idea was that it took too much time and effort to rake all the leaves for such to be willy nilly undone. I did sneak and romp, and then repile but the experience was wholly unsatisfactory. Perhaps I had had to wait too long and the emotion had atrophied? So I find myself in relative agreement with the older brother, not that I hate romping but that I find it an unrewarding activity.
I also find leaf raking an unrewarding activity. I find most repetitive activities to be unrewarding, although there are exceptions. But yard activities – mowing and raking and the like – are uniformly unrewarding. I was amused, briefly, by the novelty of a leaf blower but that waned rapidly, with no tail. And after some years of thought I finally realized that trees dropped leaves for millions of years before homo sapiens and did very well by it, so there was no reason I could see to accumulate leaves. In fact I could postulate several negative potentialities of doing so. So I quit. And the social contract of neighborhoods having eroded I suffered no shunning or cross burning. (This is the old Confederacy, after all.)
On which azimuth, I noted another article [Link] that was a bit of a polemic of suggestion algorithms used by merchandise sites. It was directed at sites that sell music files, or more accurately, permission to have and use music files, but the itchiness applies to any site that suggests or recommends product. I should comment that I studiously avoid music sites, mostly because of the limited range of my musical preferences, which are almost orthogonal to such sites and hence hardly worth the time and effort, but at least partly because I am ORFish enough to want a material deliverable. Perhaps I worked too long for the Yankee army?
Anyway, I get my music in the form of CDs from sites that still offer such. I find much more relevance here which leads me to suspect my tastes are dated and antediluvian to the young. Sad. They are missing so much good as I am sure ORFs have told the young for something of order a megayear. And then I “rip” my CDs and copy the files over to my music MP3 player. But I still have that CD even if it grows fuzz and rots and hence my brain is unfevered.
But the suggestion algorithm thing applies generally. I run into it mostly on Amazon where it is usually amusing since it is highly polluted by things I purchase for FD SCP or as presents for other people. Since these latter fit easier, in some sense, with the algorithm’s data set, the suggestions are skewed strongly towards them. But I do wonder, anthropomorphizing, what the algorithm “thinks” of me. And, in exasperated or tired moments, how it can so easily be confused and deluded.
That, I fear, is the basic problem with humanity and civilization. We are deluded.