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October 19, 2011

SINGULARITY SUMMIT NYC Oct 15, 16. Comic Con NYC. Oct 14(Grant Alter Interview). Manhole Covers in NYC. I Met r2d2. ‘Watson’ the Computer. October 19, 2011

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bamberger's newark 1950's

First a few words on Singularity. On Monday night, I met three local high school honor students in a television studio to observe a taping. Give me a captive audience (sound proof room and glass window) and an idea (there were 73 prominent futuristic notions cerebrally floating around from the Singularity Summit). A few times as a little boy, I was in Bamberger’s Department Store in Newark. I loved elevator rides (my equivalent of the Starship Enterprise). As the doors opened and always a man with an oversized cap and uniform slid the metal doors slowly apart, my mother led me inside. I watched the floor indicator slowly move from left to right. Arrival sign on third floor said notions. “Hey mom, what’s a notion?” “Just stuff Calvin.”  I still don’t know. Back to the future and the high school kids: Picture me, filled with Singularity concepts and an earlier epiphany that my place in the world, and I espoused to several speakers, is to spread the message to mainstream youth, after all, I’ve come to accept, it’s their world. “Has anybody ever heard of Singularity and Ray Kurzweil?” A perfect expression of synchronistic lateral moving heads; “Just what I thought!”  Smiling, they stared quizzically at me. I hate that look; means a lot of work. Sometimes I get these ocular floaters; we all get them; mine usually are of a rocking chair variety and then they float away from fields of visions and dreams.

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HAL from 2001

 

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forbidden planet

Delving time: So what would happen if and when greater than human intelligence is created either by building artificial intelligence or doing something expansive to our brains? I remember the movie ‘Forbidden  Planet’ in 1956 when a character takes the Krell mind boost. I made my 25 year old son watch that movie a few months ago then coincidentally, a few weeks later, at Hayden Planetarium, Dr. Michio Kaku tells us that ‘Forbidden Planet’ was his favorite movie growing up; a redemption for dad. Today technological advances move forward at an ever increasing rate. What if the intelligence we create could create even greater intelligence; prospects are hugely scary and remind me of ‘2001’ and ‘HAL,” the nasty computer. I never liked its voice; like an old science teacher back in Newark who gave me a ‘C.’ Aw hell, it was ‘D.’ This event was called Singularity by author and computer scientist, Vernor Vinge.

 

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Singularity is Near

 

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Singularity Summit auditorium t minus five

 

Ray Kurzweil (go Google him, he’s too amazing to even begin to blog about) has pioneered singularity concepts. One of his books, The Singularity Is Near was published in 2005 and is a movie.   http://www.singularity.com/themovie/index.php

The Singularity Institute for Artificial Intelligence is dedicated “to research and rational deliberation on the future of humanity and in particular the promise and perils of advanced artificial intelligence.” Hey, don’t forget IBM’s ‘Watson’ computer beat Ken Jennings on Jeopardy earlier this year. Ken Jennings was the last speaker on Sunday; funny guy; smart too.

 

 

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watson playing jeopardy

 

 

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Ray Kurzweil and me. Notice I made this pix bigger.

The Singularity Summit is in its sixth year casting a hopeful but cautious eye on the latest developments in science and technology and what portends for future of intelligence and therefore all of us, the human league family. If you’ve been reading my blog the past 20 months, you’ll remember I’m an environmentalist who doesn’t hold much earthly hope down the road. This year alone, I apologized to my son several times for what we’re environmentally leaving his generation. “Do you mean Dad, out of your guilt that I don’t have to pay my monthly phone bill anymore?” But for the first time in a decade, after spending two days at Singularity Summit, I’m not doom and environmental gloom. Wow, there’s amazing things coming. Maybe living forever, measuring consciousness, doubling earth’s agricultural output and three dimensional computing.(soon)  Christof  Koch (PhD. Biophysics) talked about measuring our consciousness (phi) with an equation. In the lobby, he said that one day we’ll even be able to see your dreams too; I thought a whole new field of law, “He dreamt, she dreamt.”

 

One scientist told me global warming will melt the polar ice caps so we’ll have plenty of water. But from a high placed oil company executive, a month ago, he said in confidence to a cousin, there’s plenty of oil but I’d start worrying about water; mixologist messages? Singularity Summit, at the 92nd StreetY, had about 600 attendees from all over the globe, mostly scientists, technologists, business people, press and me, representing OUR TOWN newspaper; I think the only journalist from New Jersey media.  A block away from the Y, I crossed the street at Third Avenue and 92nd. A manhole cover prominently displayed ‘Made in India.’ Is this globalization? It must’ve cost a fortune to ship those heavy objects. There were 24 speakers; all major global intellects.

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comic con characters

 

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neal adams art work

Now hear this. The day before Singularity Summit, I went to Comic Con, NYC at Javits convention center for a complete roll me away reversal. Comic Con is also a mind expansive journey through the world of imagination and comics such that 100,000 show up, some dressed to kill, to explore their world of characters, gaming, pulp and plots. My son has me going for years and I love it; why not, I got a photo-op with ‘Snow White’ and r2d2 (I had to drop to my knees to meet him eye to eye).

 

 

 

 

 

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a neat booth at comic con

 

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r2d2 and me

Reflecting back on the past weekend, I wonder how many of the 101,000 visitors to both Singularity Summit and Comic Con mixed the two events as I did. Perhaps it’s one of those volatile mixtures like drinking and driving or tranquilizers. I’d like to think I’m one in 101,000. So I made it to both events last weekend; throw in a really great blues band (Slim Chance and The Gamblers in Aberdeen, NJ) late on Saturday night and I was a tad tired to write yesterday. A friend recently asked why I always run around; perhaps it’s partly posturing myself to feel the rays of the warm sun on my face which means staying alive by throwing as much into the old cortex as I can; perhaps it’s a Ponce De Leon thing; staying young and vital, stretching mind and body; perhaps it’s a cerebral maintenance thing much like an oil change for your car. Anti-aging phenomenon Aubrey de Grey said that over the weekend. I spoke to him briefly at Singularity.

You tube: Aubrey de Grey, “why we age and how we can avoid it.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iYpxRXlboQ

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grant alter and derek ruiz

 

Back to chronological events. Comic Con was eye-opening. I ran around with a camera, jumping next to famous or infamous characters for photo-ops, marveling at Marvel Comic’s booth, observing really far out costumes; imagine one masculine soul having the fortitude/anatomy to run around in just under shorts. I did observe subtle changes in attendee demographics over the years, from hard core comic followers, escaping into its wondrous world of limitless imagination to something akin to mainstream Docker Polo folks just wanting to see ‘What’s it all about Alfie?’ Highlights included my first real interview as a reporter with Grant Alter, an accomplished writer from St. Louis who is adapting Richelle Mead’s ‘Storm Born’ comic; he’s also at Comic Con to promote his book. He’s a big proponent of Facebook for writers to network while artists still need websites. I agree with his Facebook contention. Soon he’ll be on his way to Wizard World in Austin. I invited myself; anything to get back to Texas. When I was in Austin last summer, in the capital building, taking an elevator (no men in hats to open doors) a civilian walks in wearing a holster and a real gun. You could cut my silence. Later I asked a Texas state trooper about the guy in a cowboy hat wearing a real gun, roaming around the capital building. “As long as it’s not concealed,” he said. I wondered if New Jersey would ever get there. You can’t sneeze in Trenton without; I humored myself.

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michael shermer(skeptic magazine) and jason silva(imagination foundation)

 

So much went down at Singularity Summit. You know what, go to the website and check it out. In a week they’ll have podcasts of lectures etc.

http://www.singularitysummit.com/

If I had to capsule some self relevant highlights:

I’m always blogging about living to 150 years. Sonia Arrison, a futurist at the Pacific Research Institute in San Francisco, Calif., said that by engaging end-of-life diseases like cancer, medical advances could nearly double human life expectancy to 150 years;  do  I ever feel vindicated. I met David Brin (PhD in physics and NY Times best selling author) at the coffee pot. In a passing remark during his question/answer segment, he said he’d like to see someone fund another clock, set up next to the National Debt clock showing what our debt would be if we charged royalties for satellite communications, the internet and pharmaceutical research. We chatted later. I told of my recurring futuristic colorized dream when I’m wearing a white toga, waiting in line for a cup of water and cracker then I’m sitting in a vast cathedral in 2050, thousands of people are all there wearing blue vests with the words, “How can I help you?” We laughed.

Jason Silva positively electrified with unbridled energetic imagination. “We need to give people goose bumps.” And what has to go down as a personal top ten event, Jason Silva asked to interview me. Funny thing as I observed, in addition to our physically seeing eye to eye, we’re ‘together’ on spreading the Singularity word. I had an epiphany just that morning, half-way through the lonely Lincoln Tunnel, that my place in the world of Singularity, as a growing media person, is to  imaginatively illuminate youth.  “I can do that. I still play beer pong. I relate to them. That’s what I’ll take back from this Summit; spreading the word.”

 

Check out this 2 minute video with Jason Silva (Imaginary Foundation)

¨http://www.vimeo.com/29938326

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(ferrucci and cerruti from ibm)

IBM scientists David Ferrucci and Dan Cerutti told how they watched Ken Jennings win 74 times in a row on Jeopardy and thought how neat to make a computer to beat him; the birth of ‘Watson.’ They envision one of the early uses of ‘Watson’ is in the medical field. Wait until the insurance companies get this machine instead of a doctor (hint). Stephen Badylak told it’s possible to re-grow muscles in humans and better yet, someday treating stroke patients by regenerating pieces of the functioning human brain.  Peter Theil, inventor of PayPal, would like us mainstream folks not to distrust or be uneasy with technology; look at Steve Jobs and how he deposited new technology in our laps. And fasten your seat belts; it’s going to be a wild ride. Dimitry Itskov(‘Russia 2045’) has rather bold ‘where no man has gone before’ plans to create a human like avatar entity, transplanting a human brain into a new body in 15 years, and putting consciousness in hologram-like bodies in 35 years. Somewhere over the rainbow, I remember an Arnold Schwarznegger film (‘Total Recall’) and Baron Von Frankenstein yelling in my ear, “It’s alive!” I paid 25 cents back in the day to see that movie at the Park Theatre. A heavy scientific conference usually connotes unapproachable; Alexander Wissner-Gross(PhD Physics Harvard, triple major from MIT where he is a research affiliate in Media Lab) and I sat in an nearly empty press room talking anti-aging and beer keg stand youth-bonding which I explained in my Jersey accent.  He turned me on to a recent article on the potential of curing diabetes with a starvation diet.

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ray kurzweil at press conference

 

And I didn’t understand everything. Stephen Wolfram made me feel like an amoeba on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, just off the coast of Asbury Park. He would like to make as much of the world’s knowledge as possible, computable and accessible. I did understand when he said that he’s got data on every keystroke that he’s typed for the last 20 years. “Lions and tigers, oh my,” I thought sitting in the balcony,  momentarily checking Facebook messages on my Steve Jobs technology birthday gift for being an advanced senior citizen. But as I thought to myself in silence of the balcony, if I’m living to 150, then I’m not even at mid-life and no where near being a senior citizen. Hey, social security cost of living increase is up around 3% to $39 extra a month. Ken Jennings was bothered by losing to ‘Watson.’ It had to do with sense of self, dehumanization, being threatened but still left him with a sense of wonder. In closing, Ken Jennings said that when he was at IBM and preparing to take on ‘Watson’ for Jeopardy, he thought being there, “was an away game for humanity.” Perhaps.

 

 

 

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ken jennings and dileep george

I just lifted glasses off my head. I hear Walter Cronkite saying, “And that’s the way it is.” There was never enough time for him to cover the news each night in the 22 minutes CBS gave him. And not enough time for me to blog about being a kid last weekend on Christmas morning about to open a myriad of presents. I was a kid at Singularity; wanting to shove(open) as much as I could into my growing neo cortex and meet as many scientists and personalities as I could. I did it. I really did it. The day before, I was at Comic Con. I really did that. And I really think I was the only person (and Jersey journalist) left in the world who did both Comic Con and Singularity Summit. What does it all mean?  I thought about that sitting on my favorite Jersey Transit train contemplating smoke stacks and small sail boats in Raritan Bay, thinking about next summer dreams and sojourns. What does it all mean? I just thought that again sitting here at keyboard. I am getting younger with a lot of roads to travel and no rocking chairs (even if they’re on sale) in my future. Singularity has given me a mission to share and a jolt to my imagination and yes Virginia, there is a future Santa Claus.

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1947 Santa Claus at Bambergers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CONTACT INFORMATION

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http://vichywater.net/

Facebook:  Cal Schwartz

 

Twitter:  Earthood

book trailer. hey its 65 seconds long  Singularity

 

IMPORTANT LINKS:

 

ARE you in search of another blog that is also outspoken, unique BUT refreshingly, topically unbridled which means uninhibited ????  Meet   LINDA CHORNEY:

http://lindachorney.wordpress.com/

 

If on Facebook check out this NJ Discover site:

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August 2011. Guest on Alicia Cramer Show (podcast) “Thin Healthy Happy” :

http://wausauhypnotherapy.podbean.com/2011/08/02/calvin-barry-schwartz-interview-on-living-life/

 

Immortality Institute (which represents advocacy and research for unlimited lifespan)

http://www.imminst.org/

 

 

 

October 2, 2011

“Parsley. Wise Sage. Don’t Like Rosemary. Thyme Machine? ” I Still Hate NCAA. SINGULARITY SUMMIT UPDATE OCT 15,16. Beware Prudential Life. October 2, 2011

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NCAABefore the NCAA talk:  A song from the 60’s resonates within my soul. Whenever I want to feel lonely, confused and sad followed by a folk-lift of hope, I listen to Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Parsley Sage, Rosemary and Thyme;’ which is a restoration software pod sound of calvin’s soul. Notice I didn’t capitalize my name.

YouTube Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

The song evokes dreams of by-gone days; studying organic chemistry in a smoke-filled second floor bedroom surveying disappearing streams of smoke, or enviously watching the student takeover at Columbia University and wishing I was part of Dr. King’s 50 mile march from Selma to Montgomery and being a spectator when Mickey Mantle hit the first indoor home run in the Houston Astrodome. Why do I want back so much?  Sometimes I am back, time stuck at a long checkout before express line’s innovation of ten items or less. I was always too honest balancing 11 items in the regular line.

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parsley

 

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Elaine and Benjamin in back of bus.

I just saw a bus carrying Elaine and Benjamin down a deserted surreal street here in Southern California. Where have all the street people and cars with fins gone?

One of the carried items was a pound of parsley. What weighs more, falls faster; a pound of steel or parsley? I love the taste of parsley, dipped in Atlantic Ocean salt water; confused tastes of chlorophyll still refresh my breath instead of an aerosol spray or swig of Listerine bitters. Once upon a time, I was in Provincetown, Cape Cod with my elusive first butterfly.

 

 

NCAAA spider, the size of Woody’s Buick, appeared on my windshield. It was either me or Charlotte. I call all spiders ‘Charlotte’ since that movie. Imagine a world without a masculine arachnid?  I had no offenses (hammer or insecticide) and knew I couldn’t drive around historical sand dunes with a tarantula stuck in my dashboard. Breath spray aerosol to the rescue. Two shots then Charlotte passed; an auto body shop removed remains with the Jaws of Life.

I’ve become a wild wise old sage. A few months ago, I met a flower older woman child at a Stone Pony rock concert. Eleven seconds passed then a hand-shake and I knew history; her life pain, lost love, disappointments and alcohol abuse; all on her face and in a raspy smoky phlegm voice. Resignation set in. Why wasn’t I a sage when Lyndon Johnson was trying to draft me or a next door neighbor was advising to get into plastics?

 

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flower woman child

Two days ago, I opened up a large bag of flatbreads, flavored with rosemary. Hunger was no match for the bland emptiness of rosemary’s stale, stored in the attic flavor. Once I knew Rosemary; the same year ‘All in the Family’ came on the air.  She loved Edith Bunker’s innocence; I loved hers’ and wonder what became of that loud exuberant ‘ding bat’ voice.

NCAAThese days I think about thyme a bunch. I remember the movie, ‘The Time Machine,’ when H.G. Wells’ best friend Philby, from across the street, realized that H.G. was gone forever, but he still had all the time in the world. So if I’m going to make it to 150 years or as the Immortality Institute (see link below) believes, forever, then I’m just getting a head of steam. Meanwhile, this ballad by Simon and Garfunkel means a few other things. Rosemary symbolizes notions of remembrance going back to ancient Greeks. Thyme is really courage; at this stage of the life cycle to be embarking on a long writing journey is courageous. Sage symbolizes strength. I need parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme to keep writing. When I hit that wall, it’s always iTunes instead of a St. Bernard displaced from a Matterhorn gift shop.

 

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Rosemary

NCAA( National Collegiate Athletic Association) is on my mind; not the last thing either. “Goodness gracious sakes alive,” I dislike the NCAA. The late iconic Coach John Wooden used that expression as his quintessential cussing expression. I’m not going to make this a long boring diatribe but folks ought to know some basics. The NCAA presides over college sports. I don’t know who presides over them; bespectacled fat cats with the best deal in town; good seats at NCAA finals and ridiculously bloated salaries. As athletic departments struggled to weather economic downturn, the National Collegiate Athletic Association spent nearly $6 million to compensate 14 of its highest-ranking executives, according to public federal tax documents.

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Myles Brand

 

The highest-paid of those officials was the late Myles Brand, the former NCAA president who died of cancer while still in office. Mr. Brand received $1,145,880 in total compensation for the fiscal year ending August 2009. The sum included $770,739 in salary and more than $200,000 in bonuses and incentive compensation, as well as other pay and benefits. Other highly paid executives were Thomas W. Jernstedt, the former executive vice president who left after 38 years( I wonder if his thinking got stale and unimaginative after all those fat years) ($604,679); Bernard W. Franklin, executive vice president for membership and student-athlete affairs ($509,429). Got the picture? Hey, I’ll preside for a flat $100,000. I don’t like the bunch because they look the other way too often; like when sleazy characters stand on the street corner and give rolls of money to young impressionable visiting high school senior football players to induce them to play for their (southern) university.

 

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John Wooden

The whole world knows what’s going on. But it goes on and on while fat teams keep winning and branding their train trestle names. Give me liberty and a clean college football program (high APR/Academic Progress Rate). Maybe the kids (all athletes) should get paid; they give their bodies, mind and future health to perpetuate alumni dreams, local ego and of course the obese NCAA. Maybe if the kids got paid, the NCAA execs might earn less. I heard sports-writer Jason Whitlock use the term ‘plantation’ on a past edition of ‘Real Sports.’ Here’s my gripe; there’s corruption, politics and inconsistency all over the NCAA and it seems I’ve had a lapful lately.

NCAA  I love college sports; the purity, body and flavor (an old Ballantine Beer Commercial). When I see ostensibly curiously refereed games in college sports, it upsets me, especially when the NCAA does nothing to keep their house clean.

A few years ago the Rutgers women’s basketball team played at Tennessee with legendary coach Pat Sumitt. ‘Somehow’ the Tennessee official game clock keeper illegally stopped the clock seconds before the end of game enabling enough time for Tennessee to beat Rutgers. Here’s a YouTube of the sportscaster’s coverage of the last minute of the game. You can’t make this stuff up. Of course the NCAA does nothing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwYcfFvn-uY

If you read my blog you know that the basketball game in March, 2011 between Rutgers men’s basketball team and St. John’s in Madison Square Garden Big East tournament had to be fixed (see March 11th, April 1st and April 23rd blog) against Rutgers winning, as all three referees failed to make five egregious calls against St. Johns and then walked off the court with nearly two seconds left which was enough time for Rutgers to win. The NCAA rewarded the refs by giving assignment games in mid-west tournaments.

You can’t make this stuff up:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmZEbe3Q2ps

Now, finally Toledo plays Syracuse in football on Saturday September 24 in Syracuse. Near the end of game, Syracuse kicks an extra-point and misses wide left. The whole world sees it, even my friends in a deli in Moscow, Russia. But the refs call the kick good and it’s confirmed by upstairs review. Then it comes out. The officials made a huge “mistake.” The Big East (NCAA) once again culpable. There’s Shakespearean Denmark all over the place; Toledo University officials demand they be awarded the victory because Toledo would’ve had a 30-29 lead at the end of regulation time. Game over. Toledo wins. But Syracuse wins 33-30 in overtime. Gosh, give me a piece of that payoff. I’ll quietly buy a beach house on the island of Tortola in the Caribbean and won’t bother the NCAA anymore. The good old NCAA folks plunder, blunder and reap the winds of war. The NCAA is a horribly corrupt archaic field of dreams.

Oh here’s the Toledo-Syracuse video from YouTube and Toledo News coverage article link.  You can’t make this stuff up.

http://www.toledoblade.com/UT/2011/09/26/UT-asks-for-loss-to-be-overturned-2.html

 

http://aol.sportingnews.com/ncaa-football/story/2011-09-26/toledo-asks-to-be-credited-with-victory-after-referee-error

Now, perhaps, as the sun sets over water logged fields of vegetables, grains, sunflowers and a red mountain where I once climbed barefoot, my blog readers can understand why I hate the NCAA; I went to Toledo for two years before transferring to Rutgers for four years.

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me sedona barefoot

Mornings are filled with ‘Today’ and ‘Good Morning America.’ The movie ‘Good Morning Vietnam’ captivates me each and every time; a couple of lines make me smile( I think you can guess one of them; “more dire need.”) and almost wished I was jungle-bound, listening live to Adrian Cronauer. Robin Williams’ tour-de force performance resonates like ‘Parsley Sage.’ On Monday morning September 26, a banner on the TV told me the N.J. Board of Public Utilities was conducting a hearing in Manalapan on Jersey Central Power and Light’s (JCPL) performance response (lack) to Hurricane Irene.

 

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NJ Bd of Public Utilities Hearing 9-26-11

Overcome with sense of civic pride and feline curiosity (I’ve never been to a public hearing with politicians and irate citizens), I decided to attend, armed with camera and notes. For three hours, I listened to mayors, Congressman’s aide, assembly folks, and scores of irate citizens ALL complain about the lack of communication and preparedness by JCPL. Board President Solomon made it perfectly clear, like Richard Nixon used to, that they could only listen and not discuss courses of action against JCPL. Personally, I’d love to see other companies come in and bid for the contract; somehow I think JCPL might care a bit more. One joker from Old Bridge claimed JCPL was perfect; he had no problems with communication and information. Someone yelled out, “A company plant.” Here’s what I came away with. There were two suited men sitting to the right of the stage. I assume JCPL representatives. One man, around 50, chewed gum for three hours and smirked the whole time, took no notes and sent a clear message; that he and JCPL just don’t care; people need power; are they going to call ‘Ghostbusters.’ What happened to power to the people?

 

JCPL’ s message is a perfect segue to Prudential Insurance Company’s message to me that they don’t care either. What is it with big companies not caring? Not recalling products in a timely fashion. Or putting too much salt in the processed food they sell. Nearing thirty years as a policy holder, Prudential jumped as quickly as they could, to lapse a life policy even though their agents and managers (even way below used car salesmen and amoebas on the food chain) committed documented malpractice. So beware of the crumbling rock.

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Band playing 'Pennsylvania Polka'

 

Now it’s Sunday morning. Saturday was rewarding. Rutgers beat Syracuse in double overtime. Of course I take issue with the referees and NCAA. Enough. Last night, I drifted back in time which I love to do, spending time in Highlands, New Jersey at an Octoberfest; my first one. So check this out; as we walk in under a light drizzle, a small band with a Norman Rockwell tuba player was playing “Pennsylvania Polka,” right out of ‘Groundhog Day.’

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YouTube Groundhog Day Pennsylvania Polka:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kTWwJ9NQbY

I was home, where I belong, in the middle of America. I looked all around; in the distance, boats were dry docked, New York glistened, a sign for $4 beer and potato pancakes beckoned, a few children scampered towards a swing and sliding board and I loved being a cub reporter. Hemingway started out as a cub reporter. I started out writing a novel. Go figure. I feel better now. A bowl of oatmeal with cinnamon added. And maybe later, I’ll close my eyes and see Phil Connors (Bill Murray) from ‘Groundhog Day.’  He was a reporter of sorts. I’ve been drifting around a bit writing this blog. I do feel better now; wiser and older. And I don’t think I’ll have to listen to ‘Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme’ this day.

UPDATE ON SINGULARITY SUMMIT. NEW YORK CITY OCTOBER 15TH 16TH:

Singularity Summit Explores Ground-Breaking Technologies, Features IBM’s Watson’s Computer and Record-Breaking Jeopardy! Winner

What is the future of artificial intelligence?

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IBM Computer Watson — Jeopardy Champion

New York, NY (PRWEB) September 20, 2011

Over 700 scientists, engineers, businesspeople, and technologists for this year’s Singularity Summit – the world’s leading conference on emerging technologies. The event will be held October 15 & 16 at 92Y in New York.

The Summit will explore “big picture” questions such as the direction of the global economy, philosophy of mind, and the ethics of technological development. Twenty-five speakers will present including two professors of robotics, financial experts, a co-founder of Skype, a pioneer in regenerative medicine, scientists from the MIT Media Lab, a longevity expert, economist Tyler Cowen, cosmologist Max Tegmark, neuroscientist Christof Koch, and venture capitalist Peter Thiel.

The recent victory of IBM’s Watson supercomputer on the game show Jeopardy! will be the central theme of discussion, with a keynote by Jeopardy contestant and 74-time winner Ken Jennings.

Jennings surprised audiences around the world in 2004 when he won 74 continuous Jeopardy! matches, winning over $2,500,000 on a six-month streak. In February, Jennings went up against Watson in on a special exhibition match of Jeopardy!, and lost. In his keynote at Singularity Summit, Jennings will recount his experience on Jeopardy! and what it felt like to lose to a machine on the game show he otherwise dominated.

Ray Kurzweil, futurist and inventor, will be speak on the implications of the Watson victory. Dan Cerutti, who manages the commercialization of Watson at IBM, will speak on applying Watson to fields besides Jeopardy!, such as medicine. Stephen Wolfram, a pioneer in artificial intelligence, will speak on computation and the future of humanity.

 

 

Contact Information:

website:

http://vichywater.net/

 

Facebook: Cal Schwartz   NCAA

 

Twitter:  Earthood

 

book trailer. hey its 65 seconds long

 

IMPORTANT LINKS:

 

Immortality Institute (which represents advocacy and research for unlimited lifespan)

http://www.imminst.org/

 

August 2011. Guest on Alicia Cramer Show (podcast) “Thin Healthy Happy” :
http://wausauhypnotherapy.podbean.com/2011/08/02/calvin-barry-schwartz-interview-on-living-life/

 

ARE you in search of another blog that is also outspoken, unique  BUT
unbridled which means uninhibited ????  Meet   LINDA CHORNEY:
http://lindachorney.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

September 23, 2011

Troy Davis. Caryl Chessman. Diabetes Update(Living to 150). A Freehold,NJ Civil War Encampment. Tennis: Althea Gibson. Train Whistles. Big East College Conference. September 23, 2011

Filed under: November 2009 — Tags: , , , , — earthood @ 5:54 pm

Troy Davis

 

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Troy Davis

Troy Davis. Earlier tonight, I was playing indoor doubles tennis; I hit a blistering passing forehand winner down the middle of the court (if only John McEnroe could’ve seen it). For two seconds, before the next serve, I gloated; it really felt good after the shot; my doubles partner pointed at me; no more high fives (has that gone the way of the vestigial tail?) Thinking back to my formative years, growing up in Newark, no one played tennis; it was football, baseball, basketball and soccer (to accommodate a large European post-war immigration). Curiously, I followed some tennis back in the mid-fifties.

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Althea Gibson

 

Althea Gibson was a hero of mine; overcoming great odds to become the first African-American to be a competitor on the world scene and the first to win a Grand Slam Title in 1956; the year before,  my beloved Brooklyn Dodgers won their first World Series with Jackie Robinson;  She was sometimes called the ‘Jackie Robinson’ of tennis. I wrote about her hero status in my first novel. Decades go by: I’m married, move to suburbia, have a son and twenty-two years ago, a friend down the block asked me to play tennis to kill time. I’ve been playing obsessively ever since. Seventeen years ago, I even flew to Boca Raton,Florida and enrolled in the Evert/Segusso/Bassett tennis clinic in the middle of the summer; much too hot for normal people to be on a tennis court so there were only two people in the clinic. I had the head instructor all to myself for two days. Part of the clinic was filming my footwork, net play and strokes. On the second day’s end, we viewed the video; the instructor seriously suggested I give-up the game even as I explained the physiology of my tennis; brain patterns doing the wrong thing for years and I can’t change patterns in two days.

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Bogart and Dooley Wilson in Rick's Cafe Americain, 'Casablanca'

After winning the first set tonight, I heard a train whistle in the distance; one of the saddest droning sounds you could ever hear. A circus came to town; when dissembled, the clowns, elephants, lions and this mustached man, who swallowed a sword, hopped on a train and disappeared for another lonely year. A woman with long hair tucked neatly under a hat, ran alongside a Pennsylvania Railroad troop train, trying to catch a last glimpse of her husband bound for glory and the war in Europe from which he’d never return; fading blowing whistle finally made her stop running. My mother is near the sound. Humphrey Bogart (Rick Blaine) stood on train steps, hoping Ilsa might still come before he wound up in Casablanca; his raincoat was suddenly dry after pouring rain as the whistle closed the scene and faded to next when earlier he said, “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

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Troop Train

 

YouTube link to a train whistle if you dare:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvanhCQ9jho&feature=related

 

I missed a few easy balls at the net and I realized why; pre-occupation as the train whistle made me distantly sad and reminded again of last night’s execution of Troy Davis in  Georgia. It’s not within the providential confines of this blog to even begin to tackle the myriad of capital punishment issues and history but it’s my blog; my thoughts become molecular energy and escape into the universe, looking like fireflies on a hot August night.

 

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Firefly

Back in the fifties, before learning about environment and the sanctified integrity of life, including insects, we used to collect fireflies in jars, almost like an Olympics event(who can catch the most in five minutes), but we’d release the glowing anomalies back to free nature. If there’s the slightest doubt about innocence, then you don’t take a life. Last week I signed a petition to that effect.

Troy Davis In 1960, I was fifteen, emotional, idealistic, growing like a strange weed from the vacant lot at the end of the block, and fortunately only suffered from acne for six months while held up in an attic with bed, radio and view of Newark Airport. Then our black and white television told us about a convicted rapist in California sentenced to death twice. While on death row for 12 years (gas chamber) Caryl Chessman wrote several books (‘Cell 2455 Death Row’ in 1954) and pleaded for his rehabilitated life. Of course I didn’t understand all the legal jazz, but I remember crying the night they killed him and I’m blogging about it 51 years later, so it impacts me, even now. A few years ago at the University of Michigan, I went to a lecture on equal justice and learned that it’s better to be rich and guilty then poor and innocent in America.

 

In May 2001, a professional basketball player was convicted of attempted rape (same crime as Chessman) and punishment was a suspended sentence with 15 days house arrest (The NBA suspended him five games) and then he proceeded to sign a $30 million contract. I wonder why there’s amnesia about Chessman. What happened to his unpublished writings?  It’s funny/curious how people forget things; back then, there was no Miranda or Fourth Amendment rights against search and seizures. How many white doves will attempt to fly the Atlantic before Troy Davis is forgotten? Why do I get the feeling Chessman was coerced into a confession and when later, he recanted, but it was too late as California hung a capital punishment (gas death) on him based on a now discarded kidnapping statute. And California didn’t want to listen to anything; they just wanted expediency; get him out of the way. Chessman reminded me of Lenny Bruce; both defended themselves and pissed off judge, jury and warden. Chessman did argue he was innocent of the crimes charged and perhaps more proof of that was contained in his last writings which California made disappear. He pissed everybody off;  reminds me of the ‘Birdman of Alcatraz’ and once again California’s  escutcheon and Georgia’s can’t be far behind. And the Columbia River rolls on and there’s been no capital punishment in California since Chessman. I just opened my office window; humidity, rain and déjà-vu are in the heavy wind swaying the vertical blinds justice.

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Me with Union soldiers with Civil War cannon

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self explanatory me.

 

Changing directions: Last Saturday I went to my first Civil War encampment, strangely, ten minutes away from my place of residence and on the grounds of the Monmouth County Historical Society and Museum. For mood effect, it was a perfect cloudy Saturday. Out front, I met a  Rhode Island  company of  Union soldiers guarding a cannon. Out back, with tents, a fire simmering a pot of stew, a few young soldiers with muskets, a man caning a chair; I gravitated to a bearded guitar playing soldier singing a folk song, ‘Nancy Whiskey,’ which I recognized and knew it was written close to 1850; everything around me was timely and accurate.

 

 

 

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me and young Union soldiers from New York and my red hat is Rutgers Univ. founded 1766 in keeping with the era.

 

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Union Army folksinger

Suddenly I was back in 1862; the power of several extended blinks. ‘Somewhere in Time’ I felt Civil War emotion, looking around at the encampment, imagining what and where I would’ve been any particular day in September, 1862. I asked this New York regiment’s soldiers about their group and how many were lost as the war dragged on. Losses were heavy (some through desertions). I went back to the singer and drifted to Gettysburg and back to Freehold when I noticed a late model wire fence in the background and found three newly minted pennies in my jeans pocket and I was harshly thrust back to September, 2011. Time for the museum and Civil War exhibits: I found the glue which held and took me back to 1862 again. Fixation with a letter by William Burroughs Ross, a young solider whose life was cut short at 21 years; he wrote this letter to his Mother:

 

“Dear Mother:

I have been in some high society lately down here. Colonel Hall, Lt. Woodward, Alliston and myself went to Frederick and called on a Miss Cooper, whose father is a General in the Union Army. I took my guitar along. There were several ladies present and we had a glorious time singing, playing and dancing.”

 

It’s like the letter could’ve been written by my son at summer camp, coincidentally located a few miles from Frederick (Maryland). Of course my son is living in Brooklyn now. Meanwhile 6 million kids’ ages 25 to 34 are back living with their parents again; numbers are up 25% since the economic downturn. But New Jersey still has the second highest per capita income. Back to the museum: perhaps the most revealing and should I say humorous letter, taking a shot at politics with Democrats and Republicans even back in 1862. How things never change. In describing Republican President Abraham Lincoln, after a presidential visit to the troops, this Union soldier wrote, “his unmitigated ugliness is a democratic misrepresentation.”

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Letter Re: President Lincoln

Upstairs in the museum I was shown a porcelain collection, some from China, because it was perceived back in the 1860’s that China did it better and cheaper. Again, some things don’t change. I wonder about humans not changing in a few hundred years. I wonder if we’ll ever change when it comes to environmental issues. I remember the biblical Tower of Babel and compare it today’s Tower of Babble(I call it the UN).

If you’ve been reading my blogs, you know I’m a champion of living to 150 years and also avoiding diabetes. All four of my grandparents had diabetes and I’ve been living with a genetic gun to my forehead and pancreas for a long time. I read a lot and come up with notions how not to get the dreaded disease; so far so good after six decades; exercise and more exercise; a fountain of youth. People with diabetes may be twice as likely to develop memory problems and dementia as they age, including Alzheimer’s disease a recent study shows. This risk also appears to be heightened among people with pre-diabetes — people who are on the verge of developing diabetes. Exactly how diabetes and dementia are linked is not fully understood. But the new findings add to growing evidence that what is good for our hearts may also be good for our brains. Finally, researchers have shown they can reverse the aging process for human adult stem cells, which are responsible for helping old or damaged tissues regenerate. The findings could lead to medical treatments that may repair a host of ailments that occur because of tissue damage as people age. So this is good news for living to 150 years.

 

In my March 11th, April 1st and April 23rd blog, I kind of ‘attacked’ the NCAA and the Big East conference commissioner for allowing, what I perceived, the Rutgers-St. Johns Big East basketball tournament game to be fixed near the end of the game, so that St. Johns could play Syracuse the next day; the match-up was better financially?  Events of the last few days brings enormous pressure on the Big East commissioner as Syracuse and Pittsburgh are abandoning the conference, heading to the ACC. My view of the world: a little poetic justice falling in the lap of Mr. Commisioner who, it seemed to me, participated or looked the other way in this tragic stealing a victory away from Rutgers and that Syracuse may’ve now helped pull back the Nerf bow and arrow aimed at this very inept conference commissioner. I want to say there is justice. But there really isn’t. A conference lay in disarray. Oh, I didn’t know this but the Big East rejected admitting Penn State years ago because they were bad in basketball.

 

Perhaps an innocent man, Troy Davis was executed in the name of expediency. California helped us forget Caryl Chessman. A few hours ago was the last episode of ‘All My Children.’ My first wife made me watch it back in 1970; perhaps that’s why she was a first wife. Strange (foreign) writing has appeared on the bodies of Southwest airlines jets and is especially noticeable when things are heated up; of course I wonder how the writer breached airport security to do that. Movie maker Kevin Smith was kicked off a Southwest Airlines plane in 2010 for being too fat. Kevin may be making a reality TV show based on his comic store in Red Bank, N.J., ‘Jay and Silent Bob’s  Secret Stash.’

Troy Davis Mindfully, I’ve been firing away here, trying to lose myself, still feeling sad, empty and confused about the State of Georgia taking a human life when so many were not sure. I suppose, instead of eating a pound of enriched chocolate chip cookies made with dark chocolate, I’d prefer to let streams of consciousness here soulfully sooth. Speaking of Georgia, I just became Facebook friends with a television reporter from Georgia, the Asian country, who’s covering current events for Georgia television in New York City(UN meetings). She asked if I would ever like to talk to her about ‘Americana’ stuff. Suddenly it’s autumn today and I’m thinking about American capital punishment again. Tomorrow is definitely another day; the Big East plays football and I’m ready to talk on camera.

 

 

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Caryl Chessman and his attorney.

 

 

Contact Information:

website: http://vichywater.net

Facebook: Cal Schwartz

Twitter:  Earthood

book trailer. hey its 65 seconds long

IMPORTANT LINKS:

Immortality Institute (which represents advocacy and research for unlimited lifespan)

http://www.imminst.org/

August 2011. Guest on Alicia Cramer Show (podcast) “Thin Healthy Happy” :
http://wausauhypnotherapy.podbean.com/2011/08/02/calvin-barry-schwartz-interview-on-living-life/

ARE you in search of another blog that is also outspoken, unique  BUT
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September 17, 2011

Schrodingers’s Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (a heavy entry)(Mendacity). Swimming Hole. Belmar Pro Surfing Championships. Sponge Bob??? Living to 150 years. Equal Justice Initiative. David ‘Honeyboy’ Edwards. Saturday September 17, 2011

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Mendacity

 

Mendacity. A lot to say on a strange Friday afternoon; actually it’s been one of the heavier emotional days of my earthly stage run. Where do I begin; let me count the ways; which means, let streams of consciousness take over the depression of the computer key board. You know what? I’m free at last. It seems there is no power in my soul to bridge the gap of  communicating understanding; it’s one of those blood versus thick water deals and I failed, but am taking half responsibility. Confusing so far?  Let’s backtrack to the cat.

 

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Erwin Schrodinger, in 1935, proposed a theoretical experiment in which a cat was put in a steel box along with a vial of hydrocyanic acid (with a tiny amount of a radioactive substance). If just one atom decayed during the test period, it would trigger a sequence in which a hammer would break the vial and kill the cat. As long as the box stayed closed, you wouldn’t know whether this had happened or not, so with quantum law and the superposition of states, the cat is BOTH alive and dead at one and the same time. When a measurement is made (look in the box); the superposition ceases to be and the cat is either alive or dead.

 

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The paradox is that observation (measurement) affects outcome, so the outcome doesn’t exist until the measurement is made. I brought this cat up because it fits the stream of my thinking this afternoon.

Now to our cat sitting precariously on a hot tin roof; you bet (chocolate syrup?), I’m referring to the movie ‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof’ starring Elizabeth Taylor, Paul Newman and Burl Ives. Funny: they were supposed to film the movie in black and white but decided not to in order to take advantage of the popularity of Liz’s violet and Paul’s blue eyes.

 

MendacityWhy bring the movie up? Big Daddy’s (Burl Ives) character seems to resonate more with me these days; perhaps because we’re basically the same age now; I caught up to him after watching it decades ago. I love Brick (Paul Newman) because he was the only one who never lied to Big Daddy and was disgusted with the complicated rules of social conduct in Southern society and culture; so am I.  Mendacity has been swirling around my life since I learned what the word meant, studying for my college boards when I looked it up after I saw the movie. The older I get, like Brick; it seems I can’t have falsehood in my life anymore. Part is expected idealism of the human spirit. Part also is sharing the same womb with a view. Idealism once made me not to talk to a room-mate fraternity brother for seven months because I believed fraternalism was real and when I was let down, I withdrew. It is a burden to pretend. Sometimes I think I’d like to find a cabin in Montana, hang out, grow bananas and apples in the backyard and live final days (like Big Daddy) in a mendacity free environment. By the way, I mentioned examples of white fruit because eating it daily may drastically cut down odds of suffering a stroke. Now the cat is off the roof; I’m saddened, heart broken, disbelieving that thick water is now flowing through my veins. Maybe I’ll knock on the big greed doors at Emerald City and find that rascally Wizard?  This blog is always carefully edited. One more elusive thought which may shine a dim light: Not in the past eight years could I find even a sentence of moral support, as I’ve become a writer, from two people who are supposed to be close. So that makes me nothing and them too. And the burden of pretending they care is just too heavy;  therefore they must become less than nothing in my life. La De Dah. There I’ve done it.  I sound like Taylor in the last scene of ‘Planet of the Apes.’  “I’ve finally really done it.”  Perhaps burden free thick water living is really the best for me.

 

Now to the swimming hole; there’ll be no more of that until next May or June or perhaps if global warming really gets a head of steam going, on some future February, we’ll be swimming outside here in central Jersey. 58% of tea party members say global warming doesn’t exist. Alas, the swimming hole is just a way to convey how my head is swimming around. No matter what ever I say, always remember my ultimate goal in life is getting to 150 years. Taking 40 supplements a day for 40 years is one way, my way. I do hang out in several health food stores; even have been elevated to VIP customer status. But I’m saddened to learn that only 7% of health food store employees give good advice, the rest (93%), perhaps were used car salesmen. Poor abused used car salesmen having to endure endless stereotypes. Once, a long time ago in that galaxy far away, I went to buy a new car. I told the salesman that I myself am a salesman and just give me the best price; please no games; I’m too intelligent. In a few minutes he got up and said, “Let me talk to the sales manager. See what we can do.” In a few minutes he came back and said, “Just for you, we’re going to give you this discounted price.” And I said, “Just for me? I just walked in off the street. No one knows me here. Why just for me? Goodbye.” And I left.

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harrison ford. as indiana jones.

 

Now another digression; remember the Harrison Ford swordsmen scene in ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’? (He takes a gun and shoots the Cairo swordsmen rather than engage him) As the story goes, Harrison was not feeling well, and just couldn’t draw out that scene more than another hour (instead of three days), so Harrison said to Spielberg, “Hey Pal…..” Here’s the link to the story and video.

harrison ford/steven spielberg video

More swimming; 366 million people world-wide have diabetes; every 7 seconds someone dies from it. 22% of children in Texas have no health insurance. In 2010, 7.6 million children world-wide died before they were five. In 1990, the number was 12 million. Two million children in Somalia are starving.

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porsche design baby stroller.

 

Porsche (yes the car) has designed an elegant baby stroller that matches their lavish car. Edith Bunker used to say, “Isn’t that something, Archie?”  Congress now has a 12% approval rating (lowest in history?) and there are 11.2 million undocumented immigrants and a 1 in 3 chance of another recession. Today has been a hard rain’s going to fall day and I’m running on emotional empty.

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sponge bob. keeping college graduation rates down???

 

So what’s all this stuff about ‘Sponge Bob’?  SAT average scores: Verbal 489. Math 514. Down 33 points since 1972. Funny: College graduation rates are down while ‘Sponge Bob’ viewing is up. Young children who watch fast-paced, fantastically wild television shows may become “handicapped” in their readiness for learning, according to psychologists who tested 4-year-old children immediately after they had watched nine minutes of the popular show “Sponge Bob Square Pants” and found that the ability to pay attention, follow rules, remember what they were told, solve problems, and moderate behavior had been severely compromised. Why? Too much extreme fantasy, schools are too boring or maybe teach video games in schools. There are more than 7.5 million Facebook users younger than 13 and more than 5 million are 10 or younger. I’m glad my son is over 25 and living in Brooklyn. Facebook hit 750 million world users and is valued at $100 billion. Ah, good ole intellectual property is alive and well.

I’ve been following the case of Troy Anthony Davis in a Georgia prison who is supposed to be executed next week despite the fact that seven of the nine witnesses have changed their story and no physical evidence links Davis to the crime. No one should be executed, especially if there are doubts about guilt. I’ve learned to ask, from a lecture I attended at the University of Michigan on equal justice initiatives; is it better to be rich and guilty in America rather than poor and innocent? If anyone is interested, here’s a link to a petition.

stop-the-execution-of?source=mo&id=31059-19471797-IlAXqJx

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surfer mark from north carolina and me

 

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David ‘Honeyboy’ Edwards, a Delta blues artist (gosh am I loving blues more and more) just died at the age of 96. He toured almost to the time of his death. Remember living to 150? We’re getting there.  Here’s a YouTube interview with David in Chicago a few years ago.

David ‘Honeyboy’ Edwards interview and singing in Chicago a few years ago

What amazing precious talent.

This living to 150 year gig is all consuming. Part is think young and dive into life, stretching telomeres and playing tricks with DNA. So Thursday, I went down to Belmar,N.J.(the place of my dreamy jetty since I was ten years old) at 8:30 AM to catch the first heats of short board in the Belmar Pro Surfing Tournament (National scope). Surfing stereotypes are doing just fine (ripped folks with long blonde hair everywhere). I saw Jeff Spicoli (Sean Penn) sitting on the side listening to Van Halen.

 

 

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Zion Balbuena and me at surfing tournament

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Zion surfing on Thursday.

I actually had my IPod pumping in Beach Boys surfing sounds to get me in the spiritual surfing mood. Spicoli’s character was iconic from ‘Fast Times at Ridgemont High’. I love when he pounded his head with a sneaker. Since I’m a columnist for OUR TOWN, I do these things; found a surfer and asked if I could interview and photograph. I call him ‘Spicoli’, and he said, “I’m wasted, stoned and drunk. Sorry.” Soon I found this ebullient young surfer named Zion Balbuena from the Dominican Republic more than willing; he was one of the more impressive surfers. Hey Mah, look at me at a surfing tournament! I confessed to Zion, I lost my desire to surf over forty years ago. And I still can’t find it.

 

Now it’s Friday night and I’m emotionally drained. I don’t know why but I’m in a desert now; dunes and emptiness. It’s hot and unforgiving. Now I’m in Gloucester, Massachusetts at a bar. It’s 2 AM. The Juke-box is playing ‘Harbor Heart’ by Slim Chance and the Gamblers (really really great blues) (find them and listen on Reverbnation).

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Slim Chance and the Gamblers

I’m shipping out in the morning; I keep promising it’s my last beer. Sure I’m worried; we keep going further out into the Atlantic; no fish around here anymore. So there’s a huge rogue satellite due to fall from the sky in next few days. The government won’t know where until two hours before; odds of me or you getting hit by that: 1/3200; bad odds. I’ve rambled around this blog tonight; it’s a profound sense of loss and failure. Thoughts just fire away. Bear with me. Now I see Scarlett sitting on the steps after Rhett left. “After all, tomorrow is another day.” And I think I’ll go to You Tube and listen to excerpts of the movie music.  I’ll drift far away, not back to Tara, but to Newark,N.J. when those near and dear were still on this earth, and frankly my dear, I really do give a damn that I can’t get advice and consent anymore. Suddenly Saturday. Good night Gracie and reckless ostrich.

 

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a foot up on my belmar jetty.

 

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jeff spicoli. awesome.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Contact Information:

website: http://vichywater.net

Facebook: Cal Schwartz

Twitter:  Earthood

book trailer. hey its 65 seconds long

 

IMPORTANT LINKS:

Immortality Institute (which represents advocacy and research for unlimited lifespan)

http://www.imminst.org/

 

August 2011. Guest on Alicia Cramer Show (podcast) “Thin Healthy Happy” :
http://wausauhypnotherapy.podbean.com/2011/08/02/calvin-barry-schwartz-interview-on-living-life/

ARE you in search of another blog that is also outspoken, unique  BUT
unbridled which means uninhibited ????  Meet Linda Chorney:
http://lindachorney.wordpress.com/

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