Sunday, March 27, 2016

(Hopefully) saying goodbye to winter

Spring officially started on Monday. Which of course, for Nebraskans, meant that there was snow in the forecast for Wednesday. Like winter had suddenly become a rich old man who miraculously outlasted the doctor’s prognosis by five years, just to spite his gold-digging grandchildren.

It seems cruel that we should have to endure such a thing. Indeed, even as I write this, a flock of bedraggled and disillusioned college students parades past my window, leveling their torsos sideways against the wind and crying, “O, Groundhog, how could you fail us so?”

These are uncertain times.

But I say unto you now, Nebraskans! Take heart! We of all people should know, the weather tomorrow is almost never the same as the weather today, and that is both our blessing and curse.

So wear your floral print.

Wash your car.

And never give up on your freshly sprouting tulip beds, because one day soon they’ll be the envy of all your neighbors.

May this poem be an Easter encouragement to you.

 

The Ghost of Winter Past

The Ghost of Winter Past

came for a visit last night.

This spirit was a bitter one,

angry at us petty humans

for not fully appreciating his glory.

For our delight

in the promise of springtime.

In his jealousy he rudely hijacked the brisk northerly winds,

turning a chilly spring rain

into a thick

heavy

snowfall.

Flying sideways through the air,

like a drift of powdered sugar with its own personal gravity,

the snow attempted to reclaim the world.

 

The Ghost of Winter Past

had proved the weather man wrong.

“Ha! See now?”

he said.

“I will not be forgotten.”

 

But just then the sun,

fed up with his antics,

decided to make an appearance.

Fashionably late.

And with a wink,

he sent that troublemaker packing.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

The modern gladiator

 to·re·ro

təˈrerō/
noun
  1. a bullfighter.

 

It’s amazing the things one finds while browsing Netflix.

For example, the other night I came across a fascinating documentary called Gored. It’s about Antonio Barrera, a famous Spanish bullfighter who has been gored in the ring 23 (23!!!) times, yet has never let the danger deter him. In fact, one might argue that the danger itself is what spurred him to devote himself even further to developing his craft.

As I was pulled further and further into Barrera’s story, I realized that for those who call themselves toreros, bullfighting truly is an art.

Bloody, yes.

Barbaric (at least to an outsider), yes.

But there’s also something noble and glorious about the struggle between matador and bull. It’s like a lethal dance they share, one of drama and adrenaline and rhythm, terrifying yet poetic in its tragedy.

I can’t remember any time before this that a documentary actually brought me to tears, and it seems ironic that I could have found such powerful inspiration in a film called Gored, of all things. But, there you have it.

 

Barrera

The bullfighter kneels

jaw set

spine erect

cape spread like a curtain,

both shield and invitation.

On resolute shoulders

a thousand glinting threads

reflect the Spanish sun—

a suit

woven of golden light.

 

The bull thunders, but

fear is nothing

for the torero whose eyes shine like mirrors,

and death

is a mere acquaintance.

Friday, March 18, 2016

Holograms vs. Humanity

The concept of holograms has long been a subject of fascination for science fiction enthusiasts, both in film and in literature. From Star Trek: the Next Generation to more recent works like I, Robot, this fascination plays a significant role as directors, writers and producers explore the idea of holograms that not only portray life, but even appear to become self-aware. Artificial intelligence of that grade is a technology which at one time seemed unattainable. But with recent developments in hologram technology, and the massive amount of information (both public and private) stored in online databases, we may be facing it sooner than we think; not only is this thing once merely dreamed of now a possibility, it’s very close to becoming a reality.

And while the frontier of progress through untapped scientific discoveries is certainly an exciting one, as a society it is our duty to first stop and consider whether or not pursuing this kind of progress means overstepping our boundaries.

According to Adam Ostrow in his TED Talk, After Your Last Status Update, humans are headed down a technological path toward the realization of every science fiction geek’s dream: integration of a cold and calculating artificial intelligence with human personality derived and compiled from biographies, memoirs and even social media. In essence, Ostrow believes it entirely conceivable that in the not-too-distant future, we could potentially create holograms that look, talk and act like real human beings— even impersonate real people. Hologram technology like that would be revolutionary. Imagine if a holographic image could be summoned of any given person at any given time, whether that person is real or fictional, dead or alive, merely by programming a computer to mimic their behaviors. Entertainment, education, communication— all would be heavily impacted by widespread use of holograms.

Imagine, for instance, that instead of reading Abraham Lincoln’s biography, we chose to simply create a hologram of him and interview it. One might argue that this would be practically the same action as Googling the answer, and that may be true; a hologram could be considered just another source of knowledge, made even more accessible than ever. And Abraham Lincoln, is, in a certain sense, old news.

But imagine that we took that same technology and instead of using it for research, for arbitrary collection of knowledge, we applied it to a situation in which we are much more personally and emotionally invested. Imagine if, at the moment of a person’s death, a holographic image of them could be conjured up to take their place. It would be like they had never been gone; mourning would become an old tradition, unnecessary, obsolete. Death would lose its gravity, and in turn, life its value. We could spend entire lifetimes finding new ways to give computers convincingly lifelike qualities, all the while neglecting our own humanity. In hologram technology, as in all revolutionary technologies, there is great potential both for benefit and detriment, and a fine line between the two.

The concept of a hologram with personality remains, as yet, just a concept. But as we approach its achievement our fascination will only grow; in the interests of posterity, then, as a community of humans on Earth, we must strive not to allow our infatuation with the unknown to upset the balance of the world. In the Star Trek: TNG episode Elementary, Dear Data, Lt. Commander LaForge says it perfectly: “It’s human nature to love what we don’t have.” And, as Lizzie Bennet’s plain but sensible friend Charlotte Lucas puts it, “We are all fools in love.”

Thursday, March 10, 2016

A loss

Yesterday, my school music department lost one of the most talented and versatile accompanists ever to have graced a piano bench. She was a fixture of the department for many, many years and was beloved by all.

I didn’t know her, not really. But I know countless students and teachers whose lives will never be the same, all because of her. Watching them grieve over her loss, I couldn’t help but wish selfishly that I, too, had some tears to give.

I settled for this poem, a tribute to a sunbeam of an accompanist and to the miraculous burden of feeling.

 

The Pianist

The girl in this painting

strikes a melodramatic figure;

back turned,

gaze sneaking around curved shoulders

to reach past the painter

with his palette of dull earth tones,

on her face an expression of subdued wistfulness–

 

wide, innocent eyes that mask

blank canvas underneath,

dark eyebrows that betray

a certain irony.

 

Sensing the pang felt by her admirers,

of melancholy

and washed out regret,

she wishes,

for once,

to feel it herself.

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