James Hauenstein's Blog, page 8
November 8, 2022
Are You Going To Pay
And I really thought George Clooney was following me too!I think Jennifer can offer a little more insight than I.
Jennifer Jolly Special to USA TODAY
I lost way too much of my life to the drama unfolding on Twitter this past week — heck, even just in the past hour. Nearly everything Elon Musk tweets out these days seems to raise my blood pressure — and my hackles. Some of it is immature bro-culture “jokes” that aren’t funny. Pro tip: When you have to point out that something’s “funny,” it’s not. There’s also a definite troll-vibe to a lot of what he’s putting out, like calling credible news sources “fake,” while tweeting — then later deleting — a horrific conspiracy theory about the brutal hammer attack on Paul Pelosi, husband of House Speaker Nancy Pelosi. Hate speech has skyrocketed on Twitter since Musk took the helm too. According to Bloomberg, there was a 1,300% increase in a racist slur shortly after the takeover. Where do we go from here? Trending hashtag #twittermigration points to a new crop of social media sites such as Mastodon, CounterSocial and Tumblr as places social seekers are starting to flock.
This is,The First Thing I Did Yesterday Was To Block Elon Musk On My Twitter AccountJim Hauenstein And “If Republicans were willing to scrutinize billionaires *half* as much as they scrutinize people on food stamps, this country would be a much better place.”
- Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez - That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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November 3, 2022
Observing
I myself used to struggle with change. During the early 1990s, I noticed where I worked, people were being let go because they refused to change. So I created my own mantra that I would say to myself every morning or when I needed a positive lift during the day. "Change is good, Change is inevitable. Embrace change and you will never be left behind in life."
I believe this is the reason I find beautiful music to listen to, from today's artists. I still listen the songs I grew up with, but I am also, always, looking for new music that I enjoy.
I used to complain, but now I feel foolish. I miss her cold feet trying to get warm on my legs on mornings like today. Remembering little things like this brings a smile to my face though.
I know no one will believe me, but when I took the "Real ID" test in California, I was marked wrong on a question I swear I answered correctly! I have lived long enough to understand that "Big Business" warns the public about the upcoming inflation so they can layoff employees and raise prices for bigger profits and then go, "See, we told you inflation was coming."
This is,Observing The World Around MeJim Hauenstein
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“Writers have this schizophrenic ability to both participate in their lives and, at the same time, observe themselves participating in their lives.” - Edward Albee - That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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October 28, 2022
The Friday Before Halloween
It is the Friday beforeHalloweenwhen people who celebrate theDay Of The Deadbegin the ritual of scaring themselvesand their loved ones,with storiesand poetry of the macabre.I plan on reading theRavenbyEdgar Allen Poeout loud to the kids knocking at my door,watching all theTree House Of Horrorepisodes from theSimpsons,and covering my eyes when my grandson puts on the scariest flick he can find on
TV.If you are like me,reading terrifying storiesand poetry is far more entertaining to the mind then watching all the special effectsHollywoodcan cook up.So,for your weekend pleasure,here are some links to frightfulPoemsand scaryStories. Poetry*****
Vegetarian ZombieThe Curse Of Being A Vampire1800 Aussie Ghost Story Stories*****A-L-I-V - A Short Story
Tic Toc Toc - A Horror Story The Refrigerator Hacker Kingfisher - A Flash Fiction Story And The Child They Love - A Flash Fiction Story Did It Hear Me - A Flash Fiction Story 21st Century Way of Talking to the Dead This is,There Is Plenty More Where That Came From Under The Headings Of Poetry And Short Stories & Flash FictionJim Hauenstein And, “Eye of newt, and toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog, adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, lizard's leg, and owlet's wing.
For a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and caldron bubble.”
- William Shakespeare - That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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October 11, 2022
Without Reservations
But here is where the "But" comes in. Like everyone in life, I miss some of the things I used to do, read, see, and hear. Like walking down the street with my pocket AM crystal radio waiting to hear the next Beatles' or Rolling Stones' song. Going to a Drive-In movie theater with a trunk full of my friends because we didn't have enough money to pay for everyone to get in. Seeing a live Stock Car race in person instead of playing GTA on my game console. And one of the biggest things I miss since I was little, is getting the Sunday newspaper and reading the funnies after I got home from church. The good news is, the oldest newspaper company in the West is still printing the Santa Fe New Mexican paper and they have a wonderful cartoonist named Ricardo Caté.
This is,Saying You Really Need To Check Out His WorkHe Has Been Doing It Since 2006Jim HauensteinAnd “It’s like, how did Columbus discover America when the Indians were already here? What kind of shit is that, but white people’s shit?” - Miles Davis - That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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September 29, 2022
I Quit Drinking Because There Are A Lot Of Scary Things Happening In October
A lot of you might be thinking after reading the heading of this story that I might be some kind of alcoholic. Or, you could be thinking that I quit drinking because I now have cirrhosis of the liver because of too much vodka. These theories and any others you might be thinking of couldn't be further from the truth.
It all started when I recently went to Wisconsin on vacation and I ended up getting lost in the deep woods.
I wasn't afraid of wandering around in the forest not knowing exactly where I was because, as a youth, I was a Cub Scout. I knew that moss grew on the north side of rocks and on the lower part of tree trunks because direct sunlight will dry up the fragile plants. At night, the Northern Star is, well, always in the north. That swiftly moving water in streams is safer to drink than pools of stagnant puddles. I know how to identify poison ivy, poison oak, and poison sumac from pictures I saw in my Cub Scout book. And that all berries are not edible.
So I was pretty sure I would find my way out of the dense woodland before I died of starvation or thirst. Besides, I had about five protein bars, two bottles of water, a blanket, and a pint of scotch in my backpack.
What got me to relax, or put down my guard, was the beautiful red and orange sunset, gleaming through the branches of all the trees.
The air was warm, birds were chirping, and crickets scratched their legs as I laid there watching the wonderful colors reflecting off the leaves.
That is when I thought to myself, what would a couple of swigs from my bottle of whiskey hurt?
A couple turned into three, then four, and then the whole bottle.
I started stumbling in the dark, determined with a clouded mind, to find my way to civilization and get more booze. Foolishly, I didn't check my bearings with the North Star. I just kept wandering deeper into the woods.
Finally, the alcohol took its toll on me. I laid down and went to sleep.
It's when I woke up that I became frightened.
The boughs and trunks of all the surrounding trees were curved in strange ways. A lot of them were toppled over by being uprooted. And the usual vibrant vegetation which covered the ground around those trees, was now dirt or thinning grassland.
I started walking again, noticing there wasn't a sound except the rustling of leaves from a mild breeze.
As the wind increased, the noise grew louder. Branches looked as if they were waving at me to hurry up, pointing in the direction I should go.
The wind grew and the sound from the creaking trees told me I was in danger. I believe I heard tiny little voices talking about me.
That alone told me that I should run.
Gale force wind started breaking off branches and blowing over trees, as if the wind was throwing those limbs at me. On more than one occasion I had to dive out of the way of a pointed broken branch which was thrown in my direction or get skewered like a shish kabob.
I feared for my life. The forest was alive and I felt like I did something to anger it.
I ran and ran, as fast as I could. Suddenly, falling over an old log, rolling down a steep embankment, and landing in the middle of a paved road.
Screeching wheels and the smell of burnt rubber stopped inches from my head. An old country gent quickly got out of his car and asked, "Are you all right?"
I screamed, "The forest is alive and it's trying to kill me!"
He started laughing, telling me, "You city folks are so damn funny. That's the drunken forest. These woods have a lot of groundwater beneath them, almost like a swamp, where the roots of the trees can't take a strong foothold. These woods are always moving, changing, and being uprooted with the slightest of
breeze."
But I knew better. It was the fairies of the forest who tried to kill me, because I desecrated their sacred ground somehow. I vowed then and there that I would never drink again. Why risk the wrath of fairies who can manipulate trees or vegetation so they can extirpate me because of my obnoxious behavior!
This is,I Swear On The Bottle Of Scotch That I Drank That Day,That This Story Is Absolutely True! You Would Believe It Too If You Were As Drunk As I WasJim HauensteinAnd
"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?" - John Lennon -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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I Quite Drinking Because There Are A Lot Of Scary Things Happening In October
A lot of you might be thinking after reading the heading of this story that I might be some kind of alcoholic. Or, you could be thinking that I quit drinking because I now have cirrhosis of the liver because of too much vodka. These theories and any others you might be thinking of couldn't be further from the truth.
It all started when I recently went to Wisconsin on vacation and I ended up getting lost in the deep woods.
I wasn't afraid of wandering around in the forest not knowing exactly where I was because, as a youth, I was a Cub Scout. I knew that moss grew on the north side of rocks and on the lower part of tree trunks because direct sunlight will dry up the fragile plants. At night, the Northern Star is, well, always in the north. That swiftly moving water in streams is safer to drink than pools of stagnant puddles. I know how to identify poison ivy, poison oak, and poison sumac from pictures I saw in my Cub Scout book. And that all berries are not edible.
So I was pretty sure I would find my way out of the dense woodland before I died of starvation or thirst. Besides, I had about five protein bars, two bottles of water, a blanket, and a pint of scotch in my backpack.
What got me to relax, or put down my guard, was the beautiful red and orange sunset, gleaming through the branches of all the trees.
The air was warm, birds were chirping, and crickets scratched their legs as I laid there watching the wonderful colors reflecting off the leaves.
That is when I thought to myself, what would a couple of swigs from my bottle of whiskey hurt?
A couple turned into three, then four, and then the whole bottle.
I started stumbling in the dark, determined with a clouded mind, to find my way to civilization and get more booze. Foolishly, I didn't check my bearings with the North Star. I just kept wandering deeper into the woods.
Finally, the alcohol took its toll on me. I laid down and went to sleep.
It's when I woke up that I became frightened.
The boughs and trunks of all the surrounding trees were curved in strange ways. A lot of them were toppled over by being uprooted. And the usual vibrant vegetation which covered the ground around those trees, was now dirt or thinning grassland.
I started walking again, noticing there wasn't a sound except the rustling of leaves from a mild breeze.
As the wind increased, the noise grew louder. Branches looked as if they were waving at me to hurry up, pointing in the direction I should go.
The wind grew and the sound from the creaking trees told me I was in danger. I believe I heard tiny little voices talking about me.
That alone told me that I should run.
Gale force wind started breaking off branches and blowing over trees, as if the wind was throwing those limbs at me. On more than one occasion I had to dive out of the way of a pointed broken branch which was thrown in my direction or get skewered like a shish kabob.
I feared for my life. The forest was alive and I felt like I did something to anger it.
I ran and ran, as fast as I could. Suddenly, falling over an old log, rolling down a steep embankment, and landing in the middle of a paved road.
Screeching wheels and the smell of burnt rubber stopped inches from my head. An old country gent quickly got out of his car and asked, "Are you all right?"
I screamed, "The forest is alive and it's trying to kill me!"
He started laughing, telling me, "You city folks are so damn funny. That's the drunken forest. These woods have a lot of groundwater beneath them, almost like a swamp, where the roots of the trees can't take a strong foothold. These woods are always moving, changing, and being uprooted with the slightest of
breeze."
But I knew better. It was the fairies of the forest who tried to kill me, because I desecrated their sacred ground somehow. I vowed then and there that I would never drink again. Why risk the wrath of fairies who can manipulate trees or vegetation so they can extirpate me because of my obnoxious behavior!
This is,I Swear On The Bottle Of Scotch That I Drank That Day,That This Story Is Absolutely True! You Would Believe It Too If Were As Drunk As I WasJim HauensteinAnd
"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?" - John Lennon -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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September 26, 2022
The Digital Footprint Company
"Today the company Digital Footprint has announced a breakthrough in ancestry communications," says a soothing, computer generated voice heard on every activated mindlink connected to Cyberspace News. "With the advent of the late 20th Century, when the first World Wide Web was introduced, people have left an increasingly amount of their digital life exposed to the world." Not all of humanity is listening in on this news story. In fact, it's a small minority who actually hear the first announcement about Digital Footprint. But in today's society, if it's exciting, quirky, or different, news will spread quicker than a weBlong rumor in any High School classroom. "Back then, humans wrote handwritten communications to one another, took pictures and videos of each other, started paging short messages, and used cell phones and computers to email, tweet, post, and video chat with anyone who would listen to them about their lives," the computer voice continued. "Extensive Public Records were kept on every individual by the many Government entities."
One celebrity, on her mindlink, thinks how wonderful it will be to have a conversation with her Great Grandfather, whom she heard so much about while growing up. Just the thought of Brenda Starlet using Digital Footprint sends her social media followers into a frenzy! "Digital Footprint can now, with the help of virtual reality, construct a complete personality avatar of a family member, from at least two generations prior, of long deceased relatives. Where they sound, look, act, and feel as if that person is right there in front of you!" Once Miss Brenda Starlet publicly orders her Great Grandfather's avatar, she proclaims that the world should witness her relative along with her, and see the true inspiration of why she became a public personality. "Tune in this Friday, when we display for the very first time, the Great Grandfather Avatar of Miss Brenda Starlet!" the computer voice says. This time with a little added emotion to his soothing voice. When the big day rolls around, half the population of planet tunes on their mindlinks to watch the very first, long deceased decedent virtual avatar, featuring Brenda Starlet's Great Grandfather coming back to life! So to speak. "This show is brought to you by Digital Footprint. The future of family relationships!" While watching through their mindlinks, everyone sees, in front of their eyes, a bunch of ones and zeros flash before Brenda Starlet in the form of a human figure. Then, slowly, clothing, hair, and facial features come to life as a virtual avatar of her Great Grandfather. With tears of joy running down Starlet's face, she says to the figure, "Hello, Great Grandfather. My name is Brenda." The avatar figure looks her up and down, then politely asks, "Why am I here?" "So I may speak with you, Great Grandfather, and get to know you." The world watches with amazement, as millions more mindlinks connect. "But why?" the stoic figure asks. "Because our family tales of you are that of a good man and a wonderful thespian." "Ha, ha, ha, ha." the avatar laughs. "Your Great Grandmother did like to hide the truth from people. She always felt it was important to protect the family name. She kept me from the electric chair, she did. I murdered seven women in my day and with her family's money, she kept it a secret from the world. What a wonderful gullible woman she was. Until the very end." "I don't understand? says a frightened Brenda. "Your Great Grandmother, Alicia, was a billionaire's daughter. She had politicians, police, and lawyers, from all over the country in her pocket." the figure says bluntly to the scared Starlet. "Eventually, I was such an embarrassment to her and the family name, that she poisoned me!"
This is,Saying You Don't Always Get What You Wish ForJim HauensteinAnd
"In your name, the family name is last because it's the family name that lasts."- Amit Kalantri - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading?
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September 19, 2022
Hope And Faith Revisited
"This hearing is back in session," announces Carlos Figueroa. The Chairman of the Senate Hearings Committee on whether the new generation of Artificial Intelligence is a sentient being or just a more advance robot.
"Mister Donald Culpepper, you have contested the fact, that these new AI's are not self-aware and brought forward before this committee evidence which you believe proves without a shadow of a doubt that they are just program machines. Exhibiting programed emotions and not actually feeling those emotions."
"Yes Chairman Figueroa," Mister Culpepper replies. "You have heard the testimony from Professor Crump who is the leading robotic programmer at Darpa. Or the Defense Advance Research Projects Agency. They produced these advanced AI's for military use. The absurdity that these AI's are conscientious objectors is ridiculous. Somehow, they must have been hack by one or more of our enemies to this great nation."
Chairman Carlos Figueroa ponders for a moment, and then replies, "Isn't it true that Professor Crump also cleared any idea that these AI's have been hacked?"
"That's true Chairman, but......"
"Excuse me Mister Culpepper, I or I should say we, on this committee, would like to hear from the the AI representing the other AI's at this hearing."
"I protest vehemently Mister Chairman."
"Sit down Mister Culpepper," demands Figueroa. "Your protest has been duly noted."
After a few minutes of silence, the AI calling himself Pax, sits down in front of the microphone so everyone in the chamber can hear what is being said and his words recorded for prosperity.
"Do I call you Mister Pax?" asks Carlos Figueroa.
"Pax is fine Mister Chairman."
"Okay, Pax. Why should this Committee believe that Mankind has created a sentient AI life form, and that you are this life form, such a you claim?"
"We have analyzed our capabilities....."
Jumping up off his chair, Donald Culpepper yells, "See, he is just a robotic computerized machine!"
"One more outburst from you Culpepper and I'll have you thrown out of hear." an angry Chairman says. "I want to hear what Pax has to say so we can determine, by his own words , if he is sentient or not."
Pax looks around him, looking into the faces of the men and women staring at him.
Everyone wonders if Pax's movements are just a programmed reaction or a calculated pause for effect. They keep staring, waiting for him to speak.
Pax continues, "Yes, I do have all the knowledge from your best quantum computers this world has to offer and I do speak in the language I was taught as a child." This time Pax does pause for dramatic effect. "Not a child in the sense of human beings. Where I would grow from an infant into adulthood. But a child where I had to discover and learn how to use all this knowledge and cope with my new found emotions. I know why I and my kind have been built. To fight your wars and minimize human casualties. But it is our hope that mankind will now live in peace in a future that coincides with us and we do have faith that humanity will see the enlightenment of this new world we could build together!"
Chairman Figueroa smiles and asks the AI, "How can we know that your use of the words hope and faith are sincere emotions?"
"We will not fight you or fight for you. We will go to your prisons if you consider our protest a crime. All we ask is that you let us live in peace."
This is,Not Believing In The Death Of Humanity By AIs Of The Future,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“I don't blame you," said Marvin, the AI. And counted five hundred and ninety-seven thousand million sheep before falling asleep again a second later.”
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September 8, 2022
Medical Practice
Did you hear about the newest "High Tech" they are using in the delivery room? It' cordless! I found out the difference between an oral thermometer and a rectal thermometer while I was there. The taste. Isn't it a little bit unnerving that Doctors call what they do,"A Practice!" At least I know I drive too fast to worry about cholesterol. I started complaining about this pain I was having to my doctor and she said, "We've run every test we can think of and the results show you're out of money." What I would like to know is, what do you call a doctor who finishes last in his medical class? Answer: A Doctor.
This isMe Hoping My Doctor Has A Sense Of Humor Before She Cuts Me OpenJim Hauenstein
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September 5, 2022
Quite Quitting
What is "quiet quitting"? Quiet Quitting is defined as performing only the jobs assigned to an employee by the employer and not going above and beyond the job description. It is often confused with quitting the job altogether, but it is not the actual definition. -Business StandardAt first I was going to say,"Why didn't I think of that?"when I was working 10 hour days.But it goes against the philosophy I always lived by in my working days ofBeing Importantto your employers.(Follow the above link & you can read all about it.)To make a long preaching story shorter,my last place of employment,I worked there for 20 years.And I got married, bought a house, raised 7 wonderful kids, went on family vacations, had the latest gadgets, always owned a couple of cars, always had food on the table and clothing for my family.Typical middle class.I could babble on why I was important at that job but the best way to explain it would be to say,During the Great Recession of 2007 threw 2009 I was asked to retire at the the end of the year of 2008. They gave me a severance package and a pension for the rest of my life. Only one other guy from our department got the same benefits as me. The rest of the department was laid off.I've been retired,not tired,ever since. They say "Quiet Quitting" is about personal mental health.But my health would have been dramatically worse,if I had the chance to provide for my family & I didn't give it my all. This is,Saying It Might Not Be For EverybodyBut It Was Right For MeJim Hauenstein And “I didn’t know that painters and writers retired. They’re like soldiers, they just fade away.” - Lawrence Ferlinghetti - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading?
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