(April’s “Pink Moon” is Waning Gibbous @82.1%”; Next full moon, May 15.)
A guy comes into the store’s shoe section, looks around, takes off his boots and tries on new ones. Here’s the thing, he loves his old boots; they’re comfortable, dependable, real friends. Yeah, they’re pretty beat up, the soles are splitting off, but they’re the best.
This gets repeated all the time, especially among men and even non-ranching types. Men love wearing old, dilapidated, and faithful boots. I’m not counting out women; many work hard wearing and loving a pair of worn boots. But men take the cake when it’s about continuing to wear awful-looking beat-ups. “New boots aren’t as comfortable, haven’t as much appeal as my old ones.”
You can’t judge books by their covers nor individuals by their footwear. Boots can tell their own stories. Their looks conjure up probabilities as to histories and wearers.
People can be teased a little about wearing old boots, but not too much. It’s a matter of personal preference and pride.
Dear Friends: In the details, we’re often unique and exciting. Diana
(April’s “Pink Moon” is Waning Gibbous @89.8%”; Next full moon, May 15.)
This is our last freezing day for a while; it’ll be a rainy one. Tomorrow will introduce a string of rising temperatures. I don’t complain about the wet stuff. Our area is desperate for lots of it, but a break will make caring for my property easier.
I spend many days away working part-time but in a full-time mode. My job is less interesting than in the beginning, when each day challenged me to learn. Now, knowing how to perform the necessary work, I gather knowledge while talking with customers and selling chickens.
Knowing is one thing, but understanding is another. Customers communicate from the individual perspective, with most seeking days-old baby chickens from romantic feelings. They wish to love chicks, see them grow and become a flock, and they want to gather eggs. There’s a backside called learning. Chicks can become sick and even die, which is disheartening.
Moreover, baby chicks need attention and care for weeks, with lots of cleaning, feeding, and watering. Finally, they need a coop adequately protecting against predators. I hear of chicken losses from hawks, raccoons, and, more sadly, destructive loose dogs.
Recently, a policeman came in to choose replacement chicks for someone who has lost thirty mature hens to loose dogs. The policeman said they knew to whom those dogs belonged but couldn’t prove it. I should have asked how the chicken owner planned to prevent another attack. I’ll save that question for next time.
People’s fantasies and learning experiences become a unique body of knowledge. The tiny chicks encourage imagination and anticipation. Indeed, real-time experiences may be surprising, disappointing, and disheartening. Even for me, a seller of chicks, hearing some customers planning to use adorable babies as meat birds.
Fantasies reveal an individual’s wishes for pleasure and gain. People with varying worldviews have inclinations that are agreeable or arguable. I try to avoid those that feel disagreeable.
Dear Friends: Unlikeable elements mean having to “learn on the jaw.” Diana
(April’s “Pink Moon” is Waning Gibbous @96.1%”; Next full moon, May 15.)
Last night, a full Pink Moon, glorious in the sky, lit my path home after work. After becoming busy with the animals, I didn’t manage to photograph the moon.
Easter Sunday meant few customers in the store where I work. Some were looking for chicks, perhaps inspired by the holiday. Many intending to become first-time chicken-keepers were fun to chat with. I enjoyed taking them on tours, explaining breeds and what’s unique about each.
I’m still thinking about drafting a “chicken story,” maybe a fantasy from a chick’s viewpoint or mine. Just think, if the latest, most powerful artificial intelligence software were available, I could suggest high points, and cyberspace would write out my ideas, creating an entire story correctly punctuated, and applying grammar rules. Instead, writers these days still must slug it out, word by word and line by line, linking thought fragments logically to compel a reader’s attention.
Yes, I would seek a computer’s assistance with my work. Anyway, the future will have that happening for us all.
Imagine a customer calling a feed store to inquire about chickens with a computer voice responding. That voice will reveal what kinds of and how many chicks are available, their prices, and if a caller wishes to know more, how to care for baby chickens. That voice will eliminate a phone-answering human role.
Adding a self-checkout kiosk will eliminate a cashiering role. Adding a mechanical robot will eliminate physical work by humans. Soon, driverless cars will be familiar road companions. The possibilities are endless and already taking us into a world of ever-increasing cyberspace technology.
Imagine saying, “Hey, computer, write a fantasy about baby chickens.” Imagine receiving a 2,000-word printout with an appealing start and satisfying conclusion. I wonder how fiction readers might react.
Does reading pleasure come from sensing a companionship to another’s brain?
Dear Friends: All fun to consider and scary to wish for. Diana
(April’s “Pink Moon” is Waning Gibbous @99.2%”; Next full moon, May 15.)
Although I saw it clearly, I didn’t photograph last night’s full moon, beautifully positioned in the eastern sky. I hoped to capture it early today but became sidetracked by an article in the NYT.
That article describes advances in artificial intelligence (AI), which is fantastic stuff. The advances challenge our brains; they raise questions about humanity’s future.
Open AI’s GPT-3 is a neural net system. It can create original prose and poetry and has mastered other complex linguistic challenges. The article includes examples of queries to AI and explains how it develops logical responses. Reading is mind-boggling. It forces us to focus on understanding how our brains work internally and how they thread through knowledge for the logic to communicate accurately.
We already accept much from AI. Examples are our ease with internet search engines, including our routine interactions with such as Alexa and Seri, and our appreciation of software’s abilities to complete sentences we’re typing. We have become accepting and now think little about utilizing common AI attributes.
Now, AI is being elevated to the level of creating original manuscripts. It’s raising frightening questions about the future of humanity’s social structures. Advanced AI can impact how we learn and think; it could put many out of work. For sure, used correctly, highly advanced AI offers learning and assistance, but used wrongly could become a destructive force.
Examples today are controversies surrounding Facebook and Twitter. A huge problem has been the capability of these AIs to spread disinformation to the extent of influencing national politics. They and other commonly used AI processes are capable of changing how we understand politics and affecting the public’s voting now and in the future.
It’s essential to have an awareness of significant advances in AI. This long NYT article requires close reading and careful thinking. It’s predictive, suggesting social changes for humanity’s good and evil. It’s an appealing and cautionary read.
As a writer comparing my thought processes to OpenAI’s GPT-3, how that system is trained helps me recognize that AI’s ability to process is similar to how my brain creates logical responses to questions.
I ask myself, if OpenAI’s processes were fully developed and available, would I use them? The answer is yes. Just as I have learned to use Wikipedia and google search. I also ask myself, what might happen regarding my brain’s abilities to investigate internally? The answer is some diminishment, at least, and much diminishment, at worst.
Early today, snowing, and no visible moonset. Last evening, a cloudy sky yielded only a hazy circle. Let’s hope tonight it’s more apparent, and give the moon a salute even if it’s almost invisible.
Today, again, I’m too short of time to create a blog. I became involved with another writing project and got sidetracked.
I’m trying to write creatively. I’m considering starting to work on two stories at once. One would be based on reality, and the other would be pure fantasy. Maybe not pure fiction, for all ideas begin somewhere in fact.
Yesterday at work, the store wasn’t busy with customers. We didn’t receive an anticipated shipment of baby chicks that would have brought in many people. I thought of how the chicks attract, the fantasies and hopes they create, and their offerings of returns on investment, at the very least, eggs. There’s a story, and I’ll write it.
Today, if the chicks arrive, we’ll be busy. Otherwise, to avoid the boredom of trying to appear busy, I’ll take refuge in the “chick room.” I’ll start drafting a story on my iPhone.
Dear Friends: Two stories at once give more options for applying ideas. Diana
This morning, I saw our 98%-full Pink Moon setting in the west. Tomorrow evening, it’ll rise to 100%. I’ll be working, so I can’t get out to witness its first appearance. But tonight, sometime tomorrow, or even on Sunday, I’ll capture an image. If I’m not physically in an optimal spot or viewing at the “best time,” my brain will adjust, and a camera will accommodate.
Have I ever mentioned that I love seeing a full moon rise over a dark horizon? Oh, more than once?
My long-time friend in Kansas City and I are having heartfelt discussions by email. We grew up together and share memories from many years ago. We’re comparing our perceptions from then to now and thinking about things we hope to accomplish ahead.
She’s a natural figurative artist and writes well. Like me, she fiddles around exploring the writing part of herself. She expresses ideas well. We’re sharing and discussing points of view.
Serious thought exchanges are potent stimulants. Our conversations encourage many thoughts about creativity. Up to now, we’ve directed our energies mainly to each other.
I want to get more into action. Today, while selling chickens, I’ll listen, think, and create a story. It needn’t be excellent or good, just a narrative that says something and flows. Well, while fiddling with these thoughts, I’m realizing otherwise.
Actually, a piece that says something and flows is good writing. On such a note, I’ll continue thinking in a creative vein.
Dear Friends: Talking activates some cool ideas; my brain is buzzing. Diana
The waxing moon nearly is full. In a couple of days, it’ll be at its fullest. And then followed by a new moon. Keeping an eye on its progress gives a satisfying sense of orderliness in the world. For sure, not much otherwise is predictable these days.
This is a very quick hello. This morning, I worked on a task removed from blogging and ran out of time.
It’s called “spring in Central Oregon” and beautiful outside, with a couple of inches of fresh snow covering everything. I’ll be quick in caring for the large animals and will hope for success in beating a rapid retreat to the house and a pellet stove.
Dear Friends: A day off and with few plans, I’ll just be chillin’. Diana
Early today, we received snow, too little to be significant but enough to cover the ground white. It’s mid-April! Our temperatures recently reached the seventies and folks crowded into the store where I work to buy seeds and plants. Some of them probably stepped ahead and planted. Today, they must feel disappointed.
Central Oregon has crazy weather. We’re in the high desert where generally it’s cool, except for brief periods in August months that are too warm. At least, that’s been so in past years. These days, nobody can guess what weather might occur tomorrow or next week. We desperately need rain, and maybe this welcome snow landed heavily in the mountains.
I’m having a day off from work, but disappointed because it’s too cold to ride horseback. My horses need getting into action. They’re waiting around, wanting to get out and go.
Other pets have been waiting, too. There are my dogs. Also waiting an outing is Peaches, my ready-to-go Cockatoo, a noisy boy.
Despite the weather, there’s work needed in the chicken coop. The fledglings in the transfer space are now ready for release into the main flock. Also, it’s time to transfer my new fledglings into a vacated integration pen. First, that pen needs cleaning and readjusting, a job for today.
Here’s today’s plan. After readying the chicken coop, I’ll take the dogs out so they may run. Then I’ll go for a walk and have Peaches on my shoulder.
When I’m free on a warmer day, I’ll take the horses to the forest. We’ll search for old dim trails.
Dear Friends: My house is a disaster awaiting attention. Ah, Oh, well. Diana
A middle-aged couple came into the store where I sell baby chickens. They explained their interest in getting chicks for the first time and had questions. What are chicks like, what do they need, how do mixed breeds get along, how long do they live, and what equipment is required? And so on. I’m used to answering questions and am patient about explaining. Often shoppers compliment my sales performance. Actually, I enjoy talking with folks.
This guy offered a twenty-dollar bill, “Here’s a tip, you’ve been very helpful.”
I thanked him and refused the money. He asked about coops set up outside. I led them to the structures and explained chicken-housing components. He again tried giving me money. When I refused it, he tossed the bill at me. I said, “Please, pick it up from the ground.”
“How then can I thank you?”
“I’m pleased you’re happy, and that makes me happy. I’ve done nothing unusual, am simply doing my job.”
“There must be something I can do for you.”
“Tell the store manager, that would be nice.”
Who knows if he talked to the manager? But I think about the incident. Occasionally, I’m offered tips, but with less insistence. Our warehouse guys who haul, load, and unload heavy items are salaried and always accept tips. I’ve observed at gas stations customers tipping guys operating the pumps.
I don’t see myself as that sort of service employee. I’m a retiree working part-time who’s educated and experienced. I understand selling well by learning a customer’s needs. My style is to listen, assess, and help. That initially surprised co-workers, who felt I took too much time with customers. By doing “my thing” and making good sales, I’ve more permission to sell my way.
I don’t need cash tips for what I’m good at doing. My reward is being able to sell my style.
Dear Friends: One’s approach to performing work can change significantly. Diana
I can’t relax for having left my handbag at work. Worst, having left it sitting on the break-room table. Here’s hoping I find it there this morning.
In that workplace, we are casual. Ladies leave purses and whatever around in the break room, guys, too, and most lockers stay unlocked. I’m a little tense, for only recently I started carrying a handbag. Forgetting to keep it safe signals an inattention that’s not good.
Two days ago, the warehouse guys discovered a feral cat’s nest high atop stacked straw. They were excited and invited me over to look at the kittens. I climbed onto the straw. Mom wasn’t around. The tiny babies weren’t bothered by my presence. Their eyes were open, so they were about three weeks old.
Soon, I learned that all the store’s workers knew about the nest. Many had climbed onto the straw and looked at the kittens. Everybody wanted to take them home. I hoped that nobody had touched them and wondered if momma cat would move them.
The guys knew the mom. They had seen her hunting often in areas where large items are stored. That afternoon, they discovered there had been a third kitten. It had fallen off the haystack and become stuck in an unfortunate spot.
Yesterday morning on arriving at work, I heard that the mom had moved her kittens. One of the young warehouse workers muttered to me, “I’m glad she moved them.”
I replied, “I’m glad she did too.”
Dear Friends: I once hand-raised two feral infant kittens, and loved them dearly. Diana
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