Help Haiti. Ayudar a Haití.

Teach people. Enseñar a la gente.

Provide computers and access to those unable to provide for themselves. Proporcionar ordenadores y el acceso a aquellos que no pueden valerse por sí mismos.

Connect even more of the world together by communities, affinities and passions. Conectar aún más del mundo junto con las comunidades, las afinidades y pasiones.

Build a team. Construir un equipo.

Create a tribe. Crear una tribu.

Lead a revolution. Dirigir una revolución.

Be at peace. Estar en paz.

Support our president. Apoyo a nuestro presidente.

Slow and reverse global warming, and stop arguing if it’s real or not. Frenar e invertir el calentamiento global, y dejar de discutir si es real o no.

Sing with one another. Canta con ellos.

Feed more people, provide more medicine, provide clean water to drink. Alimentar a más gente, proporcionar más cantidad de medicamento, proporcionar agua limpia para beber.

Learn humility and compassion. Aprender la humildad y la compasión.

Be more green. Ser más verde.

Reach across racial, economic and lifestyle prejudices to be more connected. Alcance a través racial, económica y prejuicios estilo de vida para estar más conectados.

Help build a more balanced health care system in the US. Ayudar a construir un mejor equilibrio del sistema de atención de salud en los EE.UU..

Support our troops both as they deploy and as they all come home wounded in some way. Support our troops, tanto en su despliegue y, como todos regresan heridos de alguna manera.

Recover from addictions. Recuperarse de las adicciones.

Be with the one’s we love. Estar con el que la amamos.

We could get more people on the cluetrain. Podríamos tener más gente en el tren de claves.

Support one another. Se apoyan mutuamente.

Drive fewer Hummers and biiiiig SUVs. Hummers unidad menos y SUVs biiiiig.

Pray to the same uber-God, sans dogma, or exclusionary religious politics. Ora a los uber mismo Dios, sin dogmas, o de exclusión política religiosa.

Learn to love more. Aprende a amar más.

Just be. Just Be.

Be just. Ser justo.

Love. Amor.

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The MLK dream speech.

(8:00 am CST, I’m going dark for 24 hours to be with the ones I love. And then I’m back to be with the dream of social media tomorrow morning. Blessings all. The views expressed here are mine alone, and do not reflect the opinions or professional guidance of my employer.) (8:00 am hora del centro, voy a oscuras durante 24 horas para estar con la gente que quiero. Y entonces vuelvo a estar con el sueño de los medios de comunicación social, mañana por la mañana. Bendiciones a todos. Las opiniones expresadas aquí son exclusivamente mías , y no reflejan las opiniones o la orientación profesional de mi empleador.)

Unessential words and motions is what Twitter is all about. With the growth of spammers and sex scammers Twitter grows less interesting by the day. But what if there were ART in them there tweets? What if something within 140 characters could evoke emotion, passion, story, song?

I have experimented in the poetic/electronic form wondering what Flash might bring to poetry that the written page could not. The “voice” can be heard in rich media. The voice of the poet or writer metering out the phrases, visual representations and letters drifting by as representations and not actual words or sentences.

Now comes a full 140 characters to work with. I have done a Haiku room to Twitter. I have written some one-liners tonight that remind me of the simple pleasure of doing an activity with no goal in mind. What is the value of a tweet? And thus what is the value of a poem? Each fleeting moment captured either in a momentary blip netted in RSS feeds and RTs. But nothing of “value” will become of the poem, much less the tweeted poem.

So why do we write? Why do words stick themselves together in random patterns? If it’s not for marketing or selling would we tweet at all?

I know my answer, but I am afraid the roar of the social media sphere is too loud for you to hear.

So within the quiet space of this moment I give you two momentary glimpses into my life. Nothing to gain from sharing them with you. Only my own fascination at the connection of the words and the images.

I would call you to find a voice within Twitter that has no value beyond beauty. And then give that beauty freely without bounds.

You might get some strange questions. You might get “unfollowed.” You will certainly wonder why you are doing it. But do it nonetheless. As we inject beauty into the world there is more beauty to go around. Why is Twitter any different? Amidst the din of the tweets can be heard the tap of rhythm and meter. And in 140 characters there is a limit much like haiku that can contain the world and the joy and the sorrow and the hope.

I gift you with hope tonight. The hope of 140 characters typed together in a flowing randomness or a lingering calculated thought. What ever it is, I call to you, songsters, tweeters, writers and poets; I invoke you to TWEEEEET something beautiful. I will try if you will try.

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My two moments in 14o c.

The scorched earth smells like a musty old mare in the light rain sprinkling down and cooling the remaining heat of the day…

And a second one with imagined line breaks.

Proud cat brings in mouse/ gladly silent and still/ kids are less worried than the dogs/ and the rain begins outside/ and it is quiet again.

What I didn’t know at the time, when trying to read and decipher Gallwey’s book at 13 years-old, was that Gallwey’s book was a spiritual book. A book that taught more than court tactics but it also talk life tactics and concentration tactics.

In 7th grade I was playing tennis at the height of my abilities. My school won the district tennis tournament (that was as high as things went back then) and the #1 player, Cisco Hobbs,  and I got to come home early and play the finals the next day while our peers were still in class.

It was kinda cool. And also a bummer. We would’ve had an audience at the tournament. This way it was just him and me and the coach. I can still remember my mom driving me to the match. I was working through all the ideas I could to get ready for the match. I remember as we warmed up trying to focus on the patterns that the ball stripes made as it was coming over the net at me. (A Gallwey exercise) During the match, at some critical moments, when things could’ve gone either way, I remember returning to that exercise. Trying to focus on the patterns of the spinning ball. I still use this “focus” exercise all the time.

A couple days ago I got an opportunity to propose a social media marketing plan for Tim Gallwey on his new book The Inner Game of Stress, coming out in a few weeks. The outcome of the game/proposal is not important. What is amazing is two days earlier I had been re-reading the “The Inner Game.”

I won.

I’m adding Timothy Gallwey to the Visionaries link and welcoming his teaching back into my life.

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Check out the Inner Game of Stress site, put up by a dear friend of mine who also put me on the trail of potentially doing some work to promote Gallwey’s new book.

See the National Geographic site on A Man Among Wolves.

email mountain

email content

email thread visualization

And a new account I just created on a MIT project called Mycrocosm. I am user #2000!

Here’s are the 3 sets I am going to track.

mycrocosm visualizations

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An early Jason illustration, 7 years old.

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The Future of Artificial Intelligence in NY Times 5-24-09

She also commented on my first YouTube video, “I don’t understand.   your music with bagdaddestruction.”

And all this led to my wanting to comment on the NY Times article, but they don’t have comments turned on. And wanting to explain to my mom what the video/music connection was about.

My song is a prayer of sorrow and forgiveness.
The beauty and the horror.

And finally to wanting to give the NY Times readers an additional reference for the AI context. Asimov’s amazing and seminal Foundation Series (also iRobot series) that started with one short story written in 1942.

All the dots connected I will now provide more provocative ideas for connection.

Foundation Series reading order as suggested by Asimov

1. The Complete Robot (1982). This is a collection of thirty-one robot short stories published between 1940 and 1976 and includes every story in my earlier collection I, Robot (1950). Only one robot short story has been written since this collection appeared. That is Robot Dreams, which has not yet appeared in any Doubleday collection. 5
2. Caves of Steel (1954). This is the first of my robot novels.
3. The Naked Sun (1957). The second robot novel.
4. The Robots of Dawn (1983). The third robot novel.
5. Robots and Empire (1985). The fourth robot novel.
6. The Currents of Space 1 (1952). This is the first of my [Galactic] Empire novels.
7. The Stars, Like Dust 1 (1951). The second [Galactic] Empire novel.
8. Pebble in the Sky 1 (1950). The third [Galactic] Empire novel and first novel.
9. Prelude to Foundation (1988). This is the first Foundation novel.
10. Forward the Foundation 2 (1993). The is the second Foundation novel. (this title was not in Asimov’s original list)
11. Foundation 3 (1951). The is the third Foundation novel but most of the world knows this book as the first book of the “Foundation Trilogy”. Actually, it began as a collection of four short stories, originally published between 1942 and 1944, plus an introductory section written for the book in 1949.
12. Foundation and Empire 3 (1952). This is the fourth Foundation novel, made from of two short stories, originally published in 1945.
13. Second Foundation 3 (1953). This is the fifth Foundation novel, made from two short stories, originally published in 1948 and 1949.
14. Foundation’s Edge (1982). This is the sixth Foundation novel.
15. Foundation and Earth (1986). This is the seventh Foundation novel. (Asimov’s list shows a publishing date of 1983 but this is a typo)

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The Foundation Trilogy by Isaac Asimov

My review

rating: 5 of 5 stars
Asimov set the stage for the robots to come. From Bladerunner to Terminator, even Logan’s Run. Asimov was a visionary from the 1930’s when he wrote his first “robot” story at 19. This book is of one of the cornerstones of SciFi. A must read for simplicity of language and elegant collision of plot, politics, and religion.

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Martian Dust Devils – cinematic electronica and ambience

And we were enjoying a sweet moment together all of us. The crummy speakers at the back of the restaurant were putting out hits of the 80’s, the weather was so summery, except it was only mid-eighties and not mid-hundreds. And the car with the red Little Tree had it’s windows cracked about 4 inches. Even though we were a good 15 feet away, I could not escape the pungent wreak somehow still wafting out the cracked windows and messing up my vanilla custard.

I was a bit stunned. I have been known to have a sensitive nose for things like perfumes and potpourri. But we were outside, a light breeze on an all but perfect Sunday afternoon, and the smell of a gas station men’s room was right there with us.

I didn’t mention it to my daughter. No need in joining her in my frustration. I made a mental note, and let my mind focus on something else as my daughter started asking questions about the grackles and where they lived and how they might talk through holes in the electric wires they stand on.

It really was a perfect moment. As we sat there talking about the bird’s communication techniques I noticed three more cars in line to get burgers or ice cream with the little stinky danglers hanging from their rear view mirror.

Little Trees Air freshener

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