Zoe Greystone: The human brain contains roughly contains 300 megabytes of information. Not much when you get right down to it. The question isn’t how to store it. It’s how to access it. You can’t download a personality. There’s no way to translate the data. But the information being held in our heads is available in other databases. People leave more than footprints as they travel through life: medical scans, dna profiles, psych evaluations, school records, emails, recording, video, audio, cat scans, genetic typing, synaptic records, security cameras, test results, shopping records, talent shows, ball games, traffic tickets, restaurant bills, phone records, music lists, movie tickets, TV shows… even prescriptions for birth control.
How did the snail get on this leaf? The sprig that holds the leaf is so narrow .
How does networked computing alter how we use the concept of “being?”
How do you see? For example, what goes on when you look at something like this:
Here’s a picture of an eye:
How do you see?
He compared peasant shoes with a well-known painting by Van Gogh of peasant shoes. He wrote of the shoes (and not the painting), “Everyone is acquainted with them.” (p. 32, “The Origin of the Work of Art,” in Poetry, Language, Thought) For my part, I had never seen peasant shoes, until I googled them:
Then I took a look at Van Gogh’s famous paintings at these shoes:
Although I can see similarities between the peasant shoes from google and Van Gogh’s peasant shoes, I was surprised to learn that Van Gogh’s shoes were probably a pair of peddler’s shoes.
What are peasant shoes? Has anyone seen them since – at least in the English speaking world – there haven’t been any peasants for centuries?
Philosophy is difficult in a world without pith and constancy.
Update 18 July 2014 Thanks to a reader who goes by the moniker, Peasant Painter, for updating me and letting me know that the shoes below aren’t peasant shoes but ones used for Chinese foot binding.
“Love is giving something you don’t have to someone who doesn’t exist.”
What does it mean for something to be locked? What does it mean for it to be unlocked? Are we hampered by the duality of locked/unlocked, or is there something in between?
This photo demonstrates “locked” in Hayes Valley.
This photo demonstrates “unlocked” in Hayes Valley.
There is a paradox here that needs to be explored. Although the last two photos express unlocked-ness, a certain being-in-the-world will readily interpret the two photos as expressing the opposite: lockedness.
This sort of paradox can be seen when naturalness is seen in that which is unnatural. Note the urban mushrooms below: