Ode to Nature

Mariner is pleased that in addition to his three alter egos, he has a wife who is the world’s best poet but doesn’t make any money because she refuses to publish her excellent works. Nevertheless, she is willing to share with mariner’s audience:

A Poem for Dr. Poulter

Dr. Poulter taught botany my freshman year of college

I went to class three days a week,

I paid attention, took notes

Passed tests

And now I can remember zylem and phloem

and little else.

I am not a scientist as I walk through these woods

I can not name the trees or wildflowers

But I do not think he failed in his teaching.

I remember that he talked about the trees

He noticed on his walk across campus,

I remember his delight in plants, in learning,

And in teaching.

I think he would be pleased that I remember him

When I walk in the woods

Drinking in the beauty of the morning,

Surrounded by green leaves

Yearning toward the sun

Full of zylem and phloem

Whatever that is.

 

MKM  8-19-2025

Dog et al

Another indoor today because as much as two inches of rain is due. Out his front window, mariner saw a man walking his dog on a leash down the street. For those who own dogs, it is a large, life-affecting experience. Mariner has sympathy for dogs that live in residential areas – most never get a chance to run and smell and explore like their ancestors and most never meet another dog to talk dog talk and to run and play together.

Mariner and his family have been fortunate over the years to live in rural areas. The family’s dogs were never on a leash except to go to the vet’s office. One of our dogs was so astute that mariner and the dog could go shopping together; the dog heeled without ever being taught to heel. More astounding, the dog sat and waited patiently at the door of stores mariner went into. Mariner was more afraid of the dog being stolen than running off.

Mariner’s experience with all the dogs his family has owned is, if you can take them to a wooded area in a park or on the back side of a farm that is several acres in size, the dog will run off and explore but always keep you within a range. Mariner would play hide and seek with his dog by hiding behind a large tree or shed while the dog was roaming about. Within only a minute or two, the dog began looking for mariner by using a talented smelling nose to find him.

Speculating about the complexity and depth of the dog’s thinking, mariner came to realize that dogs have a genetically embedded awareness of how to be a member of a pack. This natural process gets trampled on by fences, cages, gates, street traffic, insecure humans and leashes. But a dog easily adapts to a human ‘pack’ and tries to behave in an accepted way except that the dog is confronted by all these human contrivances – and perhaps many non-pack behaviors by family members.

It occurred to mariner that it may be a good thing for everyone to have a pet or two around, especially have mammals. Every creature, even giraffes, have to know instinctively how to get along with Mother Nature. Homos have forgotten Mother Nature and run amok like a Mexican drug gang. Perhaps we could learn something good from our fellow non humans.

Ancient Mariner

Have a moment?

If you plan to have a birthday party, would you have it in a yard or a yard?

Confused? One or the other means a measurement; the other means a contained area.

What’s the same about these words? rain, rein, reign, bane, sane, lane, lain, pain, cane, Seine, train, stain, feign, drain, crane, Jane, Spain?

It occurs to mariner that the human body has a limited number of physical noises it can make. On the other hand, the human is seriously verbose. Every other blooded creature and many insects have a language – even the elephant, the whale and the mouse but they are far more efficient.

Imagine you are a sheep at a big party of all the species. Sheep would talk to ANYBODY rather than engage a human. My God! On and on. Sheep can say all it needs to say in a half dozen tones.

A Jupiter scientist, standing on Jupiter, would observe humans and conclude a very large part of their genome is dedicated to obsessive/compulsive behavior. Further, it is excessive, that is, if it can be done, do it – do it bigger!

So it is with cars, rocket ships, oil consumption, computers, houses, travel, environment, entertainment and, yes, language. Humans are obsessed with making noises – even to Alexa. Will computers, like the sheep, not allow this verbosity to continue? Ever heard of an idiolect?

Ancient Mariner

 

ChatGPT elitism

[Much of this content is in Scientific American Magazine, Wikipedia and assorted articles in print]

If the reader has followed the news in recent months, that is, news about ChatGPT taking over the writing of documents heretofore written by Homos – everything from classroom homework to Congressional speeches and even government forms, the reader is aware that each ChatGPT manufacturer has its own dictionary, lexicon and Large Language Model (LLM). It turns out that one can identify a given LLM by how it connects its words, e.g., depending on its native language, age, gender, education and other factors. That individual speaking style is called an “idiolect.” It is similar in concept to, but much narrower than a dialect, which is the variety of a language spoken by a community.

There are several firms producing ChatGPT, e.g., Gemini and Copilot.  Already established are uses to analyze police interviews with suspects, attribute authorship of documents and text messages, trace the linguistic backgrounds of asylum seekers and detect plagiarism, among other activities. Needless to say, elementary education is giving up teaching handwriting and higher grades yield to the jungle of student uses for ChatGPT creativity.

But mariner and Guru have another concern: will one’s social status depend on which idiolect they use? If wealthy people use one manufacturer’s idiolect and laborers use another idiolect, won’t that have the same effect on society as WOKE did for MAGA? The ultimate danger, however, is antitrust mergers and there turns out to be only one idiolect – one less intellectual liberty for homos.

Where is Neo when you need him?

Ancient Mariner

Life on Earth

This strictly is a metaphoric, allegoric, analogous, anthropomorphized  post.  So keep one’s imagination and lateral thinking at hand.

The Texas flooding disaster is a tragic, quick, painful experience for many innocent people. It is an example of how Mother Nature will strike out for no good reason – same is true for tornadoes and forest fires. Similarly, the blatant, instant firing of tens of thousands of Federal workers by Donald Trump seems quite similar to Mother Nature’s Texas flood. Both seem vindictive; both were quick and painful; both attacked a large number of people without individual judgment.

Do Donald and Mother march to the same drumbeat?

Their tools are persistent: Mother uses water and intense heat by eliminating or adding too much water or by popping off a volcano or by melting polar ice. Donald uses cash money by building channels of cash flow that flow only in his direction or to those who help him extricate cash from the rest of the population which needs it for their own well being.

But what is the motivation? At the bottom, for both of them, it may be survival. In Mother’s case, she has a bad case of lice. They are dangerous to Mother’s health and a constant itch and tickle. She has taken to harsh baths and showers and a bug spray of methane but the lice continue to exude CO2 which gives her a fever and bad headaches. Also, the lice leave scraped and cracked patches on her skin which kills other desired creatures on her environmental skin.

Donald, too, must survive despite damage to his brain caused by any source such as damaged at birth, parental abuse, peer condescension and bullying – or all of the above. In any case, Donald must survive in spite of his disabilities. He lacks many defenses that assuage life: self-confidence, compassion, communal bonding. Despite “winning” a situation, he is not secure in his confidence. He must win and win again. Where Mother deals with lice, Donald deals with security. Both are looking for survival.

Ancient Mariner

 

Personality IDs for old people

Remember the Myers-Briggs personality test, where you could pick your personality from 16 types? It is still around but back in the 1970s it hit the market with a big bang. By taking a test, a person could identify their personality traits through a four-character label. The score sheet looked like this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back in the 70s, he worked as a technical supervisor and tentatively used the scoresheet to interpret the people he engaged to work. The score helped zero in on general behavior but was subject to variation in the workers. This method of personality scoring has a lot of detractors – mostly because the people who took the test converted their particular four letters so as to identify themselves as a ‘superior’ personality and would flash total prejudice against other letter combinations. The test itself was a bit superfluous in its assumptions.

Nevertheless, people who took the test and received their four letters had an identity, perhaps not fully accurate but it made one feel meaningful and special.

That’s what is needed for old people. When one steps out of work and into retirement, there is an empty spot that needs to be filled; what is their value now? It is even worse when disabilities set in; a simple one is opening jars, limited because of arthritis. Then throw in urinary control and later, deafness and memory.

Mariner knows from experience that others downgrade an old person’s intelligence and dependability just because they’re old. Let’s give the still-wise oldsters a four-letter code that they can identify with and flaunt detractors. Let’s invent a sample four-letter code:

O – Opinionated.      D – Domineering.      S – Short temper.      C – Condescending

Hey! That’s mariner! I’m a ODSC!

Ancient Mariner

In the garden

Mariner spent most of the day in the garden. For the most part, he was pulling weeds to see if he still had garden plants under the weeds. He seldom meanders among the gardens because more pressing tasks are calling but today he poked about, swearing at rabbit damage and on a positive note, discovering plants that had survived despite all the interference of weeds, rabbits and droughts – even some, like Hyssop and Spider wort, had emerged on their own.

He keeps a stand of Milkweed in support of any passing Monarch butterfly but has never seen any. Until today. A Monarch was bounding about in the Milkweed, seemingly quite happy. Small gifts bring great reward.

While hunting wild crabgrass in the Azalea bed, he met up with a chipmunk. He’s always considered the chipmunk a mouse that is in show business; they have pleasant shades of brown with prominent stripes running down their back. We stared at one another for a long moment then the chipmunk went about its business.

This kind of puttering in the garden beds, for mariner at least, is one of the top enjoyments that can be had from gardening. The gardens have their own relationship with nature, stay busy with their own lives whether ants, birds, flowers or even weeds. They are the grand biosphere for shrews, caterpillars, moths, toads, moles and snails. A summer’s night can be blessed with dancing lightning bugs.

Plants, from algae to giant oaks to moss, have been around for billions of years before Homo came along. They know something Homos don’t know.

Ancient Mariner

 

 

Ponder stuff

Current studies of human cells in humans reveal that you have within your body cells that belong in your family’s bodies. They didn’t originate in your genome, they belong to your mother, father, sisters, brothers and even cousins. The cells are perfectly happy doing what they were created for. How did you get your family’s cells?

Current studies in quantum mechanics suggest that there are no wrong answers – only different answers. Wow! How is The U.S. going to handle this? If colleges are still teaching ethics, how will they deal with this? Find Schrodinger’s cat; see what it thinks.

When does consciousness occur? In other words, what information and where did it originate such that you became aware (conscious) of that information? Don’t ask neuroscientists – they can’t agree. Some say it is formulated in the back of the brain, causing attention to be focused on it. Others say its the front of the brain, interpreting reality. Fortunately, neither can be wrong, only different. If only you could keep your mother’s cells out of it!

For the first time, scientists have created embryos that are a mix of human and macaque monkey cells. Maybe it will act like Jerry Lewis and quite likely like a relative of yours. Scientists also are putting pig semen in human embryos. Don’t  Americans have enough prejudice just with color difference? If this isn’t wrong, it certainly is different.

Ancient Mariner

 

 

Back to reality

Yesterday, mariner returned from his visit at a tribal encampment. It is a return to reality. He can imagine what it feels like to have a building collapse on you when it is hit by a Russian rocket. He spent a day in the tunnels with Nosey Mole before stepping out to check on things.

First, the planet is at war. 23 nations have open warfare, unofficial military skirmishes, political assassination or deliberate destruction causing deaths. Donald is considering invading Iran, Greenland and even Canada – although he vowed in his campaign for election that he would extract the U.S. from foreign wars.

Second, the smart computers will take over the world a lot sooner than we think. Consider the following excerpts from The Week:

1- Senate Republicans have added language to the GOP tax bill that would deny the states of Federal funding for broadband projects if the states attempt to regulate Artificial Intelligence. In other words, AI can do whatever it fancies in state computer systems.

2- Traditionally, humans have had at least one fail-safe method of controlling technology: hitting the off switch. But what happens when a machine wants to stay on? In May, the AI Safety firm Palisade Research reported that multiple OpenAI models had refused explicit instructions to power down. During tests, its Claude 4 Opus model even resorted to blackmail, threatening to release fictional emails that suggested the engineer trying to shut it down was having was having an affair. The implications for the age of super intelligent AI are disturbing.

3- (Paraphrased) The Axoloti is a creature famous for its ability to regrow its limbs. The salamander-like creature can regenerate all kinds of tissues – not only a missing limb but tissues in the heart, lung and brain. Not only regrow an entire limb but any part of that limb, patched just like the original limb. Scientists have discovered that reitinoic acid is the key to Axoloti’s skill. We’ve all made these limbs when we were embryos. The trick is how we can launch correct growing procedures in living humans.

Put retinoic acid and instructions to grow an embryo in the hands of a self-managing computer and Donald will have more than immigrants to worry about. If one thinks the Tea Party, the Patriot Group, the Ku Klux Klan and the Proud Boys all have the same brain – there is a 70% chance of that being true with smart AI.

Back in mariner’s home town, it is brutally hot. But, there are lawns to cut, dishes to wash, unpacking a truckload of supplies used for the reunion, constantly fighting tiny bugs in one’s eyes and ears, changing diapers, making dinner – that’s the real world. . . . . . . today.

Ancient Mariner

 

Oh, to be a gardener

Mariner hasn’t been a “dig your fingers in the dirt” gardener for two years. He has been too busy. Nor has he planted vegetables or engaged in the sport of keeping ahead of weeds – and rabbits for that matter. He has been busy with what Monty Don (popular gardener on YouTube) calls ‘hardscape’. Hardscape has to do with garden design and  making that design actually exist. It has nothing do do with actually handling plants.

Hardscaping involves identifying where garden beds and other activities will be laid, It involves preparing those beds by amending soil, perhaps laying borders and walkways, maybe even putting up barriers to ward off deer and rabbits. It involves building fences and storage sheds. The design may even call for arbors, gates and laying water systems. It may require moving massive amounts of dirt to establish tiered gardens.

This hardscaping has dragged on because mariner can no longer lift a 2x12x8 piece of lumber; he used to pick up two cinder blocks and chuck them in the truck, now he needs a hand truck just to move one cinder block along the ground. He has a trope he tells everyone: “Mariner belongs to a union that requires him to work eight hours a day but he has 2½ days to do it.”

For all that introduction about hardscape, this post is about paying homage and respect to those plants that already exist in his gardens. Some plants like lilies, iris, spirea, rhododendron, peonies, cone flowers and evergreens have carried on since he moved to the property a over a decade ago.. They bloom and grow in their seasons despite rambunctious weeds, punishing rabbits and disturbed soil. Spiderwort, found in a nearby park, is a slender plant with a small, lovely blue flower. It has expanded in its place despite overcrowding by other spreading plants that should have been pruned.

Cone flowers carry the untended beds through the summer as if they were part of a first-class public garden. Even Joe Pie Weed (a misnomer) grows to a splendid six feet and blooms into the fall.

Every tree has cared for itself despite lack of pruning. There are apple, pear and cherry trees; there are dozens of shrubs holding forth without TLC. Despite the grotesque abuse by humans over the centuries, plants demonstrate why they’ve been around a lot longer than animals!

Ancient Mariner