Have you ever considered writing creatively, in the sense of fiction or poetry? I feel like your nonfiction prose is bursting at the seams, rippling under the skin with portent. It would be interesting to see what your mind would come up with if you gave it free reign.
She has said on DarkHorse Podcast that she has a science fiction novel she wants to write; can't recall for sure, but I think she said she started it long ago but it's been tabled with intent to get back to it. I agree about her prose—she's an extremely gifted writer.
Yea....Can't go with you on this trip my friend. I'm far too left brained an engineer. Never been high from shrooms, or pot for that matter. Post modernism and I exist in different universeses. What "is" is what's there when the observer is removed. I offer a hearty Ba Humbug to the "my truthers".
A similar question that caused me to leave the first of the 5 houses of higher education I've spent time at.
I've done plenty of psychedelic experimentation in my day) late 60's early 70's. My young friends are always trying to get me to take another trip with them. Whats they saying? " I answered the phone and got the message. thanks". I feel no need to revisit the call. But as a proponent of scientific method I'm not sure which current version of quantum theory is the *one*...or if the current synthesis of the theory of evolution is the one either. So I doubt if I'll ever be confident in my personal idea and understanding of what reality *is*. I've said before that instead of trying to define truth I rather enjoy discovering it. I also believe that looking and actually seeing (as in actually understanding, if that is possible at all?) work as a process, one not with out the other.
As a self educated engineer inside the educational system for only a short time( drafted in 1971) I think you may be underestimating the role of your own right hemisphere in solving and designing engineered *things*. Just saying. :-)
I like the line, Rather than defining the truth, enjoy discovering it. And yes, if Art is a right brain thing, there is art in engineering, much of it only recognizable to the initiated.
It is scary to me at times how the vast majority of peeps have no idea how a transistor works, a logic gate, how many millions(!) of them are in the phone computer in your pocket or even the basic Otto combustion cycle in our IC engined autos. Yet these technologies and many others are ubiquitous and embedded in everything we *do*. Mother evolution has gifted man a *sense* of time and imagination . Some will use it to further their genetic lineage….. some will squander it for the *now*. 👊
I hate to tell you, but I'm not sure there's many EEs left who could build and op-amp with transistors (without Google). There was a time when I could. Just like there was a time I could build a pentode gain stage. We are all standing on layers upon layers of previous knowledge.
I am fully aware that if you dropped me back into the peak of the Roman Empire I wouldn't know their cement recipe, nor could I make wine. Knowing a depletion mode FET from a PNP transistor wouldn't get me a cup of the not yet invented coffee.
Ha! Love it! I would like the to think that the difference Todd is that you are aware of it and the *process* involved in getting to where we are. In my day to day I just do what I can to keep the train on the tracks, imagining in time we will eventually change our paradigm for our better, without fouling the planet and having to go off planet for other than just intellectual curiosity. I'm reluctant to use the word hope but....hahahahaha. Thanks for responding.
being somewhat artistic inclined. Red plus yellow = five. Blue and green = 11
This information or whatever is slowly slipping away as my age progressed. Alien language? A forgotten lesson from art class or something else entirely.
I have never really tasted colors although the taste of cinnamon will always be associated with the color red to me because of the packaging. Think Dentyne gum and red heart candies. A friend of mine shared my taste for IPA's and swore that he could taste lime in a green-bottled brand. I could not but as I get older, I think my sense of taste is getting less acute. I think that I like my food spicier than I did when I was younger.
Recovering from a bit of heartbreak, this piece made me realize how curiosity comes from a place of security and courage to explore. This piece has helped me to move on with the optimism and discovery. Fresh eyes and full heart!
I thought at first that I was reading Carlos Castenada again. Whew! My second thought was this is how we get 150 different genders.
On one of my first combat experiences, I went so long without sleep I hallucinated that I could see the words coming out of people's mouths. I was reading their speech. It made no sense.
Words, do emerge as vibrations, so why not see them with all of our sensory apparatus? I suspect we don't because it doesnt serrve us. But we could. You may have tapped into something deeper in our capacity for physical experience. Like a dolphin's echolocation. I swear I've seen similar, but as under the influence as I was at the time, it was just as likeky my imagination.
Many years go,I read a story about twin girls who were blind from early neonatal age. Part of the the learning to be blind forever was for them to imagine colors. They would ask their mother to choose a “blue” clothing item if they felt “blue”. The things I never had to imagine are limitless.
Visiting the mysterious, and staying awhile....YES. Try a walk among the Giant Sequoia's on a winter day with dazzling blue skies and not a soul but your own.
I had a friend that made a blue refreshing cocktail to go with afternoon barbeques called a "Blue Hawaiian" (1/2 oz. light rum, 1/2 oz. blue curaçao, 1 oz. pineapple juice, 1/2 oz. coconut cream, 1 cup of ice (https://delishably.com/beverages/blue-curacao-cocktails)). I wonder if that was what the women wat the other table were describing as tasting "blue"?
I love blue. The most blue is the blue jay ski atop the mountain. There is nothing in life more exciting than skiing when there is a blue jay sky. Nothing feels more alive!
Just yesterday I watched a YouTube video and read many comments of people who experienced Synesthesia. I'd known a young lady who after a stroke heard letters as musical notes in brain. Many people in the comments mentioned seeing letters as constant colors, or hearing sounds as colors, feeling sensations on their skin as sounds or seeing sounds. It's an interesting subject.
When you mentioned drawing blue I thought of large, crashing ocean waves, but I'm sighted and don't "feel" senses, although some of my senses are overly sensitive.
This made me smile with pleasure at the thought of tasting and drawing "blue". I'm going to ask my 6 year old grandsons and see what they come up with.
Have you ever considered writing creatively, in the sense of fiction or poetry? I feel like your nonfiction prose is bursting at the seams, rippling under the skin with portent. It would be interesting to see what your mind would come up with if you gave it free reign.
She has said on DarkHorse Podcast that she has a science fiction novel she wants to write; can't recall for sure, but I think she said she started it long ago but it's been tabled with intent to get back to it. I agree about her prose—she's an extremely gifted writer.
Then you would read them aloud to us, and it would be fine.
Yea....Can't go with you on this trip my friend. I'm far too left brained an engineer. Never been high from shrooms, or pot for that matter. Post modernism and I exist in different universeses. What "is" is what's there when the observer is removed. I offer a hearty Ba Humbug to the "my truthers".
A similar question that caused me to leave the first of the 5 houses of higher education I've spent time at.
I like your comment.
I've done plenty of psychedelic experimentation in my day) late 60's early 70's. My young friends are always trying to get me to take another trip with them. Whats they saying? " I answered the phone and got the message. thanks". I feel no need to revisit the call. But as a proponent of scientific method I'm not sure which current version of quantum theory is the *one*...or if the current synthesis of the theory of evolution is the one either. So I doubt if I'll ever be confident in my personal idea and understanding of what reality *is*. I've said before that instead of trying to define truth I rather enjoy discovering it. I also believe that looking and actually seeing (as in actually understanding, if that is possible at all?) work as a process, one not with out the other.
As a self educated engineer inside the educational system for only a short time( drafted in 1971) I think you may be underestimating the role of your own right hemisphere in solving and designing engineered *things*. Just saying. :-)
I like the line, Rather than defining the truth, enjoy discovering it. And yes, if Art is a right brain thing, there is art in engineering, much of it only recognizable to the initiated.
It is scary to me at times how the vast majority of peeps have no idea how a transistor works, a logic gate, how many millions(!) of them are in the phone computer in your pocket or even the basic Otto combustion cycle in our IC engined autos. Yet these technologies and many others are ubiquitous and embedded in everything we *do*. Mother evolution has gifted man a *sense* of time and imagination . Some will use it to further their genetic lineage….. some will squander it for the *now*. 👊
I hate to tell you, but I'm not sure there's many EEs left who could build and op-amp with transistors (without Google). There was a time when I could. Just like there was a time I could build a pentode gain stage. We are all standing on layers upon layers of previous knowledge.
I am fully aware that if you dropped me back into the peak of the Roman Empire I wouldn't know their cement recipe, nor could I make wine. Knowing a depletion mode FET from a PNP transistor wouldn't get me a cup of the not yet invented coffee.
Ha! Love it! I would like the to think that the difference Todd is that you are aware of it and the *process* involved in getting to where we are. In my day to day I just do what I can to keep the train on the tracks, imagining in time we will eventually change our paradigm for our better, without fouling the planet and having to go off planet for other than just intellectual curiosity. I'm reluctant to use the word hope but....hahahahaha. Thanks for responding.
being somewhat artistic inclined. Red plus yellow = five. Blue and green = 11
This information or whatever is slowly slipping away as my age progressed. Alien language? A forgotten lesson from art class or something else entirely.
I have never really tasted colors although the taste of cinnamon will always be associated with the color red to me because of the packaging. Think Dentyne gum and red heart candies. A friend of mine shared my taste for IPA's and swore that he could taste lime in a green-bottled brand. I could not but as I get older, I think my sense of taste is getting less acute. I think that I like my food spicier than I did when I was younger.
Blue, peacock blue, velvety soft and warm.
Thank you for that moment Heather.
Recovering from a bit of heartbreak, this piece made me realize how curiosity comes from a place of security and courage to explore. This piece has helped me to move on with the optimism and discovery. Fresh eyes and full heart!
I thought at first that I was reading Carlos Castenada again. Whew! My second thought was this is how we get 150 different genders.
On one of my first combat experiences, I went so long without sleep I hallucinated that I could see the words coming out of people's mouths. I was reading their speech. It made no sense.
Words, do emerge as vibrations, so why not see them with all of our sensory apparatus? I suspect we don't because it doesnt serrve us. But we could. You may have tapped into something deeper in our capacity for physical experience. Like a dolphin's echolocation. I swear I've seen similar, but as under the influence as I was at the time, it was just as likeky my imagination.
Many years go,I read a story about twin girls who were blind from early neonatal age. Part of the the learning to be blind forever was for them to imagine colors. They would ask their mother to choose a “blue” clothing item if they felt “blue”. The things I never had to imagine are limitless.
Visiting the mysterious, and staying awhile....YES. Try a walk among the Giant Sequoia's on a winter day with dazzling blue skies and not a soul but your own.
“How much more interesting, at least sometimes, to let experience come before expectation.”
Isn’t this, perhaps, a core tenet when conducting science?
Certainly seems like the art of science.
If blue is associated with the emotion of sadness, that piece evoked the opposite!
Blue=serenity, perhaps
I had a friend that made a blue refreshing cocktail to go with afternoon barbeques called a "Blue Hawaiian" (1/2 oz. light rum, 1/2 oz. blue curaçao, 1 oz. pineapple juice, 1/2 oz. coconut cream, 1 cup of ice (https://delishably.com/beverages/blue-curacao-cocktails)). I wonder if that was what the women wat the other table were describing as tasting "blue"?
I love blue. The most blue is the blue jay ski atop the mountain. There is nothing in life more exciting than skiing when there is a blue jay sky. Nothing feels more alive!
Just yesterday I watched a YouTube video and read many comments of people who experienced Synesthesia. I'd known a young lady who after a stroke heard letters as musical notes in brain. Many people in the comments mentioned seeing letters as constant colors, or hearing sounds as colors, feeling sensations on their skin as sounds or seeing sounds. It's an interesting subject.
When you mentioned drawing blue I thought of large, crashing ocean waves, but I'm sighted and don't "feel" senses, although some of my senses are overly sensitive.
This made me smile with pleasure at the thought of tasting and drawing "blue". I'm going to ask my 6 year old grandsons and see what they come up with.