keithwms

Apologies for another somewhat off-topic blog post; this is on the subject of the modern American scholar and is reposted (with slight edits) from a newspaper article published here. The brief summary is that I advocate experiential, experimental learning, to buttress the American higher education against the online culture of download and parrot...

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The American Squalor
By making technology secondary, students and teachers can render the experience of ...

The traditional tattoo underworld is about to enter the 21st Century: Digitat, a startup company based in New Jersey, is introducing a revolutionary new device that promises high resolution, pixel-perfect tattoos without the inconvenience of spending time in a tattoo parlor. This amazing new device also spares the customer embarrassment of baring a body part in front of a tattoo artist.

In a small enclosure resembling an old-fashioned photo-booth, customers can select any of one ...

Few things annoy me as much as unsubstantiated argumentation. But one of those things is the predictable recurrence of an old argument, along with the vitriol that it stirs.

Most recently, the tormented subject has been the future of Kodak. There is a case in which unknown facts could easily turn all arguments around, and then the forum combatants will find that they've lost friends over... nothing. And without the nuance of eye-to-eye discussion, a roomful of otherwise affable ...

I am not in the habit of cutting and pasting items from forum posts into this little blog, but the flurry of opinion and argumentation makes it almost impossible to make a point that rises above the din. So I'll record my thoughts here in slightly expanded form.

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At issue is the demise of Eastman Kodak, that 120 year old American company founded by George Eastman himself in 1892. Kodak brought us so many wonderful "Kodak moments" that it's hard to imagine ...

Time is an inference
Pressing on to our ends:
Morbid clicks and beeps
upon each increment-
faster in the traffic.
Even in this cold blur
of numb inconsequence,
We saw each other-
Through the lens; then
with a shutter's wink,
the counting ceased:
And you have become
my enduring treasure.