I am resisting the urge to give money to every charity in the world right now. I feel a powerful pull. Most strong.
Dale and I watched Ex Machina last night. I am finally old enough to be finally humble enough to say that I do not know or understand enough to really talk about the implications difficulties possibilities of AI. Full of ideas impressions hot air. And finally, madness. We were both mentally drained after our post-film examination/conversation.
This article-- "The Doomsday Invention" fairly splits the mind opens it forces it. And other ideas the onslaught of them and what I feel are most evident problems that Dale seems to think are beside the point. In any case, my mind is cocked upward toward God or at the very least the possibility of God and his is not. He knows and understands many things that I can only attempt to intuit. I might wish for a different sort of mind but that would result in an altogether different person. But I am saying nothing much here, making little sense. And I will stop.
My body is better. I saw my massage guy who can no longer give me massage (too painful). He looked at my body and gave me advice. I have been stretching quite well the back of myself, but not the front. My pelvis is cocked to the left again, hence the tailbone and this new onset of the old pattern--the traveling pain. This is not impossible to address myself and he and I will be in touch about how I'm doing. There will be pain of course, as always. Pain to prevent greater pain. And the back was fire this morning. Fire.
I did a bit of Xmas shopping yesterday, on the North Shore, which is about as pretentious as it sounds. And I bought invitations for the Xmas party--literary postcards. Which I will hop to shortly. The baby Jesus is upon us.
I will eat lunch with Dale, Alex, Linda Sue, Annette, and Brian. Dale is cooking potatoes and his homemade cranberry sauce concoction. I am doing nothing but writing, farting around, watching the tube, bathing, until it's time to leave.