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Sunday Morning Reading

Still bouncing back and through some health issues, but it’s Sunday and we’re approaching the start of the baseball season. So here’s some Sunday Morning Reading to share.

David Todd McCarty wonders how we convince friends and family that they’re wrong and we’re right in today’s mixed up world in Those Closest To Us. My hunch is that’s becoming no longer possible.

The Internet is as mixed up and crazy as everything else in the world these days. Was it always? Joan Westenberg published a zine that you can download for free called I Miss The Internet: a zine. I’d grab a copy if I were you.

The bills always come due. But this one might never get paid. Christopher Mims takes a look at the growing problem of technical debt in The Invisible $1.52 Trillion Problem: Clunky Old Software.

It didn’t take long for someone to create an AI worm. Makes one wonder where the good guys are who might use AI to beat this stuff back. Matt Burgess sounds the alarm in Here Come the AI Worms.

Sports analytics has been the latest craze for quite some time now. With the Major League Baseball season just around the corner, some are concerned that AI will eventually overwhelm the new wave of analysts and the games. The AP has this report from Jimmy Golen, Sports Analytics May Be Outnumbered When It Comes to Artificial Intelligence.

And from the tech future to the tech past, check out American’s Last Morse-Code Station by Saahil Desai.

If you’re interested in just what the heck Sunday Morning Reading is all about you can read more about the origins of Sunday Morning Reading here.  You can also find more of my writings on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome.

Interesting Political Moment for Non-Cowards

Interesting moment in US Politics. Goofball Gaetz is going to try and push out McCarthy. No surprise.

If McCarthy’s only motivation is to hang on to his gavel, he’s got an option he won’t take for fear of angering what little of the base still supports him. That includes that decaying orange turd he’s suckled up to.

Forge a coalition from the center of both parties to keep his seat and McCarthy actually has a chance to silence the extremes on both sides. I think we’d all be surprised at how many votes he’d get. Then pass the appropriation bills with that majority and provide a chance to move past all of the insanity that now prevails.

But that would require some sorely lacking adulting on both sides of the aisle and a pretty courageous leap by all. I doubt the Dems, or anyone really, trusts McCarthy enough to pitch in for a bigger than party objective. Both parties are so wrapped up in their own bows to even begin to untie the knots they’re strangling everyone with.

Everyone would lose something. But there’s a chance of not losing the whole ballgame.

But there’s a moment here. If anyone can find the courage to seize it.

Catawompusly Chawed Up

Crazy day in American politics yesterday as the goofballs in the GOP House Caucus tried to elect a new Speaker of the House. Waffling weasel Kevin McCarthy failed not once but three times to secure enough votes achieving a bit of ignominy in making the kind of history your mother wouldn’t want you to make.

My favorite thing I ran across while tooting around Mastodon (if you know, you know) during the vote counting was this bit of history from Joanne Freeman.

I don’t know about you but I think our current journalism could be mightily improved if writers started using more phrases like “catawompusly chawed up” to describe the goings on our politicians like to engage in. I’m not advocating violence. We’ve had enough of that. But these idiots are certainly doing violent harm to the little that’s left of our political process.

Rest in Peace Frank Galati

Frank Galati was a gentle sweet soul and one helluva theatre artist. I first came across him after my first move to Chicago in 1979 in the Wisdom Bridge production of Travesties. His performance was a revelation. As was his work on the whole.

One of his many gifts are the legions he influenced, insuring his gifts, like the memories he created, will live on. We were all blessed to experience him.

https://www.broadwayworld.com/article/Director-Writer-and-Actor-Frank-Galati-Dies-at-79-20230103

Curtain Up

This is the third act of Life on The Wicked Stage.

There was a an Act 1 on the long since dead Windows Live Spaces (sorry no links available). There was an Act 2 on TypePad. Both of which seem like a several lifetimes ago. In addition there was some tech geek blogging and gadget reviewing on GottaBeMobile and some writing on various subjects on Medium.

So. Curtain up on Act 3. You don’t find many plays in the three-act form these days, which dates me. But I prefer to think of it has having the benefit of wisdom acquired through age. Or you can just call me old.

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