Curations from the Human Jungle
... that I would let April pass without my annual infliction of my musical masterpiece (there's no other word for it) Mud Season Romance? This particular version overlays an acoustic recording with some electronic ornamentation contributed by, then, teenage sons, Jacob and Patrick. Their Iron John hostility is on full display. If you listen closely... Continue Reading →
[What's the cliche about Six Degrees of Separation? In the summer of 1965 the Van Goghs played a venue at Crescent Park in Rhode Island with a group from Boston called Barry and the Remains. (This photo was taken circa 1967 when original member Step Morris had been replaced by Roy Nelson, lower left) Later... Continue Reading →
[If I hear the words ""AI" and "existential" used in the same sentence again, I'm going to ... going to ... something. Remember when Google first came around, and we started hearing "search" for the first time? Same thing. Deja vu all over again. AI is search on steroids. When SB Greg and I were... Continue Reading →
[It is Mud Season in Vermont. After I lived in Vermont for a couple of years I decided that I was enough of an expert on the state that I started writing about it. (This phenomenon of "newcomer as self-appointed expert" is a consistent source of irritation to my wife, Silverbelle Sandy, who is a... Continue Reading →
To quote Mel Brooks from Blazing Saddles "Work-work-work-work ... work-work-work-work." SB Sandy and I are currently in Turin (Torino), Italy where we are scouring the surrounding vineyards for new Silverbacks. We found this one, Silverback Nebbiano, in a local caffee at aperitivo time. Work-work-work-work ... work-work-work-work. Back in early November. SB SM] [I've always been... Continue Reading →
[After witnessing this historic moment in culture-- on my 16th birthday, no less-- I picked up my guitar to learn how to play this song. I will have to lower the key to fit my singing register, so it won't sound as sprightly as Paul, and there's no way I can play the triplets as... Continue Reading →
What Does AI Think of Silverback Digest? The invitation came from Google to be a prototype tester for their pending foray into the world of Artificial Intelligence (AI), called Bard. (Get it?) "AI" doesn't have a lot of relevance here in The Jungle, but curiosity got the better of me, so I signed up. Soon... Continue Reading →
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Greg: Cassandra and I trekked back to Vermont the next weekend. Cassandra and I had thrown ourselves into research and had learned a lot. I told them: "What you've done has a legal name ... pseudocide, like suicide, but with your identity, not your body. You see it mostly in insurance frauds, or when someone... Continue Reading →
Greg: We arrived at the Farmer's market right when it opened at 10 am, but we hung out at the edges so that we didn't run into Del prematurely. I really hadn't thought through how we should present ourselves. It was a beautiful late September day, but the Green Mountains were showing splashes of color.... Continue Reading →
