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2024.10.17

Good morning that wonderful way.

How is it this morning?

Good to hear.

Good to be here?

How's the breathing going?

Heartbeat in check?

Upright and taking nourishment?

Good.

Onto the next.

Sunlight sleeps in for Autumn. Curled up under a multicolored blanket waiting on snow.

Dark wakeup calls for early risers.

Is there a quota? No, you write the day. Writing isn't a numbers game, it's letters.

Duh.

Excuse me, a poetic duh.

A hound dog looks morose. Like that uncle you have, you never can tell if he's smiling, but he always has a joke ready. A good friend and neighbor. That's a hound dog.

He doesn't mind being up and ready to do the job. He'll gladly sleep all day. Gladly work all day. Ready to do both. Whatever the day brings, he's in.

My life resembles that way of life. It's why I chose to rescue a hound.

He's big, too, like me.

Toto's a great companion over the rainbow, but he's got eight steps to my one, not fair for the little guy.

Abe's pushing 90 pounds, he keeps a comfortable pace with me on the yellow bricks.

I could of course carry Toto, but then I'm out the use of an arm with a fat dog.

Little dogs almost always bark more than bigger ones. Their size lets them get away with rudeness. Easier to ignore. Easier to laugh at a fifteen pound terrier barking in your face than a hundred pound Rottweiler.

Just as unhealthy for each to allow them to do so, though.

Few people are worth the trouble of barking at, unless it's to welcome them.

We're nowhere near as bad natured as our Press would have us believe.

Sensational articles of horror have always paid better, and a journalist has to pay their water bill.

It's what we value.

We have to grow in our assessment of what's important or our machines are going to make us feel obsolete.

A star baseball player is going to get a full scholarship to a good school.

A star artist is lucky to get into any.

Sports entertainment is important to our well-being, but so is the ability to have a unique world view, to see and appreciate the beautiful.

Not too long before we realize watching robots play sports, controlled by game controllers, is much more interesting than watching people do it.

Then it's artists with the joysticks that make the game more interesting.

And life, too.

In a world run by AI machines the only thing left of importance, other than machine growth and maintenance, is the imaginative power as to what to do with them.

But what about the joys of playing a sport? Surely, they'll never lose value.

What about the joys of painting a picture?

Those never lost their value, either.

It's where we put our value, not the act itself.

Athletes will stick around; their paychecks will decrease.

Interest in artists will increase, along with their paychecks.

It's evolutionary necessity.

We'd have evolved faster if we gave more attention to artists, recognized their value more, but the past is the past.

We learn from it.

Onto the next.

The sky is reassuring blue; The Sun decided to come up again.

Abe's asleep.

As soon as I put on my coat, he'll jump up for the chance to go out and see the spectacle with me.

Take care, appreciate your view, and have a better day.