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Waves or Particles?

08 Sunday Jun 2025

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Waves or Particles?

“You are the product of your own choices.”

“Your family makes a big difference in how you turn out.”

Which view are you more sympathetic to?

The first statement is related to hundreds of other statements, stories, images, songs, religious doctrines, and procedures that lean conservative & emphasize individual liberty & initiative. 

The second statement is likewise related to an entire network of political & cultural agendas. 

Both approaches are true in the sense that they are useful ways to approach the world.

 

For me, the most appropriate context for emphasizing the first statement & its attendant attitude is when I make decisions that mainly affect my own life. It makes me more productive, responsible, & happier to focus on how I am the master of my destiny. Nonetheless, it is also occasionally helpful to step back and reflect on the conditions that favor my productivity & happiness & then try to maximize those conditions. It would be silly to think my behavior is unaffected by the external world. 

On the other hand, when it comes to public policy, it makes sense to me to focus on how modifiable conditions impact people’s performance & happiness. For example, we’ve known for fifty years that people are generally more productive with a 30 hour work week than they are with a 60 hour workweek. 

The two frameworks are often quite different in terms of the sources of their evidence. I am immediately aware that factors like my “determination” and “concentration” impact my performance. I hear such a relationship referred to in nearly every sportscast of every sport. But I don’t rely on such banter. I feel it and know it directly.



On the other hand, the relationship between external factors and other people’s situations is probabilistic and hard to see. I largely rely on studies of such phenomena. I have to read such studies critically to know which ones to believe in and which ones are flawed. I don’t typically rely on a single study. And I also see how networks of studies relate to each other. 

For instance, heavy metals in the environment are bad for brain development. I don’t think this because I listened to some guy on his podcast. I believe it because there are many such studies with many kinds of pollutants done over a long period of time by many investigators. Moreover, I understand why such heavy metals can cause problems. There are not only numerous correlational studies of humans; there are also laboratory studies using a wide variety of animals. 

Waves or particles? 

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Math Class: Who are you?

Roar, ocean, roar

Imagine all the people

How the nightingale learned to sing

The First Ring of Empathy

Many Paths

The crows and me

Siren song

D4

Absolute is not just a vodka

The Iroquois Rule of Six

Peace

The Walkabout Diaries: Bee Wise

As Gold as it Gets

The Walkabout Diaries: Precipitation

06 Friday Jun 2025

Posted by petersironwood in nature, pets, Sadie, Uncategorized

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dogs, life, nature, pets, story

Like most people, when I awake to a clear sky and morning sun, I think to myself, “What a beautiful day!” Here in the San Diego area, there are many days like that. I take my dog Sadie for a walk every morning.

Sadie enjoys the sunny days. Probably unbeknownst to her, the golden morning light makes her golden doodle fur even prettier than the midday sun.






Sadie enjoys the rainiest of days as well. She watches the water gush into the storm sewer, enjoying the interplay of gravity, inertia, cohesion, and friction. Often large water droplets fall onto puddles and make large bubbles. Sadie snaps at as many as she can. Perhaps she imagines they are small silvery fish. Perhaps not.







Sadie also enjoys foggy days! Sometimes, it feels as though the joy is more a product of Sadie than it is of the weather.

Sadie enjoys days like this morning–gray, cloudy, drizzly. It hasn’t rained enough to cause flow a darksome torrent. But the moisture from the drizzle enhances the aroma of the earth and all the life that tracks across it.

Today was gray, sunless, drizzly.

Today was a beautiful day.

Sadie knows:

Today is a beautiful day.

And she teaches me:

Today is a beautiful day.

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The Walkabout Diaries: Sunsets

The Walkabout Diaries: Symphony

The Walkabout Diaries: Levels of Beauty

The Walkabout Diaries: Bee Wise

The Walkabout Diaries: Natural Variation

The Puppy’s Snapping Jaws

Sadie is a Thief

Sadie and the “Lighty Ball”

Sadie and the Squeaky Ball

Travels with Sadie Tolerance

Travels with Sadie Find Waldo

Travels with Sadie

Travels with Sadie: Joint Problem Solving

Math Class: Who are you?

After the Fall

Dance of Billions

Just Desserts?

04 Wednesday Jun 2025

Posted by petersironwood in America, poetry, politics

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Democracy, faith, fiction, greed, life, love, poem, poetry, politics, USA, writing

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The greediest people of this world

Will never have enough. Enough.

Times be good.

Times be tough. 

Furniture made of finest wood.

Furniture made of glass and steel.

The finest ever made! 

Furniture of jade?

Furniture of gold? 

Furniture of workers’ teeth?

Furniture of … 

Never mind. 

It’s always too unkind.

It always makes their blood congeal

Unless more cruelty’s part of the deal.

AI-generated from this prompt: “A photo of earth from outer space. However, the earth is actually giant orange pig.”

 

The very greediest people in the world

Will never have enough. Enough.

Weather is too hot.

Weather is too cold. 

A world of green and blue 

Beloved by me

Beloved by you. 

Must be destroyed. 

Must be replaced. 

With empty rock 

And endless sand. 

Sung and swung by robot yuck.

Rhythms of the cyber band.

Ugly as a Cyber Fruck.

Wrapped in packaged poppycock.


 

The very greediest people in the world

Will never have enough. Enough.

Times be good 

Or times be tough. 

There’s always more to steal from me and you. 

No matter breathable skies of crystal blue

Are turned to grey and brown and goo. 

The endless quest for perfect life

Always ends in war and strife. 

Always ends in death and muck. 

Always destroys the innocents. 

Always destroys innocence. 

The very greediest people in the world 

Don’t give a damn. They patiently explain

Lives destroyed mean even more to gain.

Everyone else’s skin’s too dark, 

Or, they’re living homeless in the park,

Or they fled their homeland on a raft.

Can you think of else that daft

Just to skirt enslavement, death

Just to try to take another breath. 

The very greediest people in the world

Will never have enough. Enough.

To fill their hearts with love and mirth

Even when they rape and force a birth

Forests are replaced with parking lots. 

Even when their plagues and wars and crimes

Farmland fog becomes the mustard killing fields 

Village squares become the hanging place.

Every Saint will fall from grace. 

No amount of power, gold, or greed. 

Fills their dark and empty place.

Vodka, ketamine, or world’s best weed

Power kills and easily as speed.

Cruelty fills no empty souls. 

Fooling fools gets really old.

Original Masks by Sarah Morgan
Original Masks by Sarah Morgan

 

The very greediest people in the world

Will never have enough. Enough.

When all along they missed the joys of life

Aside from those that come from winning strife.

Along with the millions they inevitably kill

A life of lies; mindless greed always will. 

Instead a tuning in to what we are

A tiny leaf upon a giant Tree of Life

Every living thing is family

A Tree of Love far more than strife.

Cancer is outside the loving tree

Afraid, alone, aspires a star. 

The very greediest people in the world

Will never have enough. Enough.

Enough.

Enough.

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D4

The Orange Man

Cancer Always Loses in the End

Absolute is not Just a Vodka

Interview with Putin’s favorite DOG-E

Stoned Soup

The Three Blind Mice

The Ailing King of Agitate

How the Nightingale Learned to Sing

Math Class

Imagine All the People

Peace

Roar, Ocean, Roar

Dance of Billions

The First Ring of Empathy

The Walkabout Diaries: Bee Wise

Travels with Sadie

Plans for US; Some Gruesome

Dance of Billions

To Be or Not to Be

May You Live in Interesting Times

27 Tuesday May 2025

Posted by petersironwood in America, politics

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Democracy, life, politics, Russia, truth, Ukraine, USA

Democracies and Autocracies have commonalities and differences. But the differences in structure make a huge difference in the experiences of ordinary people. Just to take one example, most people in autocracies are far worse off economically. They are also much more likely to die in violence. A modern democracy finds it difficult to commit a large proportion of its citizenry to a ground war. On the other hand, Putin has no problem doing that. He takes advantage of his advantages. As a dictator, he is much less bound to do things that are “popular”; moreover, because he has control of the media, he can also influence what is popular more than any American POTUS. 

AI-generated image to this prompt: A car mechanic explains to his customer (An orange balloon with a face) while pointing to a car with no tires. A word balloon from the mechanic says, “It’ll be much faster without the weight of those big tires.” (I’m ready for an AI surgeon! How about you?)

America, in particular, as well as democracies more generally, has many advantages including: attracting the best talent from all over the world; having a market economy that rewards the best ideas; having a diverse population; having an outstanding educational system that encourages a degree of creativity and independence; having a largely uncorrupt police and military; having leaders that are held to account which, in turn, tends to lead them to actions that are good for the country; having a network of long-time international allies; having economic co-dependencies with many other countries on the planet. 

Here’s the ironic part: Putin has convinced Trump that in order to become the dictator that Trump dreams of, he needs to get rid of every single advantage that America has over Russia. And, Trump, in his colossal stupidity and lack of relevant experience or knowledge of history has done everything he can to destroy his advantages over Putin. But Putin hasn’t given up any of his small advantages: he still controls the Russian media and still has no problem sacrificing tens of thousands of his population in a war that does nothing for the average Russian citizen.

An AI-generated image to this prompt: A tennis coach and his pupil are on a tennis court. The tennis coach looks like Vladimir Putin. The pupil is an orange baboon. The coach has a word balloon that says, “Don’t use a racquet! You’ll be able to move your hand much more quickly!” 



As a result, we see the spectacle of the leader of the what was very recently the most powerful nation on earth calling out the Russian dictator and having the Russian dictator thumb his nose back at Trump. Had Trump kept all the advantages that made America great (hint: it isn’t a hat or mean-tweeting) he would be able to put considerable pressure on Putin. As it stands, Trump stands for nothing and the foundation of strength that he inherited from more than 250 years of building that strong foundation is being ground daily to sand. 

How? Primarily by the hand of Trump himself. At the end of the day, Trump, if he is “successful” in his ambitions—the man who could have been President of the most powerful nation on earth—will instead by relegated to being an extremely unpopular dictator surrounded by inept crooks, many of whom will be seeking to unseat him. And, he won’t be dictator of the most powerful nation on earth; he will be dictator of what was formerly the most powerful nation on earth—now one with a broken military, a broken government, a broken intelligence agency, a broken foreign service, a broken health care system, a broken educational system, a broken legal system, a broken economy, and broken friendships. He’ll be an object of ridicule throughout the world and despised in his own country. In his blind grab for all the power, he has destroyed his chance at actual power. 

AI-generated to the prompt: An obese orange man is about to jump out the door of an airplane. He’s handing a parachute to someone behind him. The obese orange man says, “A parachute will only slow me down!”

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D4

Absolute is not Just a Vodka

Dick-Taters

Plans for US

Where does your loyalty lie?

The Update Problem

Happy Talk Lies

Roar, Ocean, Roar

Imagine all the People

Dance of Billions

Essays on America: The Game

Parachute

Autocrat: Putin’s Evil Traitor

26 Monday May 2025

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AI generated.

Life is more about cooperation than about competition.

Cancer always loses in the end:

A stupidly selfish ploy

That destroys life but never ever wins.

AI-generated.






Born to wealth but weakened by his sins;

A spoiled toddler incapable of joy;

AI generated

A silly little boy

Who lies and whines but never wins.

Liar, felon, con man, rapist

Cowardly and inept

Tangerine Man

Toxic to America

AI generated

Oh, say can you see the danger

Of a POTUS corrupt

And destructive

To everything beautiful?


Where does your loyalty lie?

Donnie watches a Veteran’s Day Parade

The Declaration of Interdependence

The Self-Made Man

Their Dead Shark Eyes

Absolute is not Just a Vodka

D4

Essays on America: The Game

Siren Song

Stoned Soup

Three Blind Mice

The Orange Man

Cancer Always Loses in the End

Roar, Ocean, Roar

Dance of Billions

Imagine all the People

Co-Travelers

19 Monday May 2025

Posted by petersironwood in poetry

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life, love, poem, poetry, truth

I see a she-ro on our garden trails.

A partner holding hands across the years—

A friend for life whose friendship never fails. 

Through miles and smiles; through passions, fashions, tears.

She lopes along the ledge of midnight light.

She leaps across the gap I did not see.

She wields a shield of sharing, insight, right.

She wings through air; derives infinity. 

Through every turning twisting happenstance,

Through ice and fire; though melody rises and falls;

Progressions of rhythm for intemperate dance—

The hawk still sings and swings on echo walls.

 

A “Destination Wedding” it was not.

Co-travelers for our life is what we got.

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Life is a Dance

How the Nightingale Learned to Sing

Take a Glance; Come join the Dance

Dance of Billions

Roar, ocean, roar

Namble Mamble Jamble

04 Sunday May 2025

Posted by petersironwood in America, poetry, politics

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Democracy, life, poem, poetry, politics, truth, USA

Emotions, commotions tripping a-jumble 

The DOW in a stumble; downward in tumble

We must do more than a bumbling grumble 

Responding to this epical fumble. 

AI generated image

A fuddy-duddy huddle cuddle 

Won’t fix the thrashing jaw-maw muddle

Or sober up the Hag-Seth’s fuddle;

Prevent his pistol’s pissy puddle.

The Bumple babbles as he bloviates, 

The Brumple brags as he prevaricates.

The Lumple laughs as he disintegrates.

To Putin Plump ingratiates.

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To every crooked coward co-dancer:

You’ve partnered with a deadly Cancer.

You pledged to serve our nation, not Cancer.

Your greed’s beyond reason—for treason you’ll answer. 

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Your eyes dart darkly; never sparkly or true.

Your face is betraying the naught that’s now you.

No shred of ethics and you haven’t a clue:

Obeying a Cancer brings ruin to you. 

AI-generated image

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The Ailing King of Agitate

D4

Dick-Taters

The Game

The Orange Man

At Least he’s our Monster

Stoned Soup

The Three Blind Mice

Absolute is not Just a Vodka

Imagine All the People

Roar, Ocean, Roar

Dance of Billions

Travels with Sadie 9: Joint Problem Solving

25 Friday Apr 2025

Posted by petersironwood in fantasy, pets, Sadie

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dogs, fiction, life, pets, story

(A play in one act).

Bailey: “There’s something in here! I can smell it! Peter Cottontail!”

Sadie: [Stares at me] “What is Bailey on about? I don’t smell anything.”

Bailey: [Runs through flowers] “Sister Sadie! Sister Sadie! This way! This way! I know it’s here! I can smell it!”

Sadie: “Bailey! Chill out, brother. That rabbit you smell left 1200 sniff-teens ago.”

Bailey: “No way! I smell rabbit! It’s this way!! Come on, Sis!”

Bailey: “Where did the rabbit go? Down a rabbit hole? Into a magician’s hat? Stranger things have happened, you know.”

Sadie: [Looking toward the golf course at the ever-changing course-changing antics of her younger brother]: “You were just down there!”

Bailey: “No! Scratch that! How could I have been so anosmic? It’s *this* way!”



Bailey: [Sheepdogishly}: “Or, this way!”

Dogs don’t always immediately choose the right path. But they are willing to work together; to change direction; to admit their mistakes; and they hardly ever blame others for their own mistakes.


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Travels with Sadie 2

Travels with Sadie 3

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Travels with Sadie 5

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Travels with Sadie 7

Travels with Sadie 8

Sadie is a Thief

Sadie and the Squeaky Ball

Sadie and the “Lighty Ball”

The Puppy’s Snapping Jaws

Sadie the Sifter

Hai-Cat-Ku for You

Hai-Ku-Dog-Ku

A Suddenly Springing Something

A Cat’s a cat & That’s that

We Won the War! We Won the War!

20 Sunday Apr 2025

Posted by petersironwood in poetry, psychology

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Democracy, life, poem, poetry, politics, truth, USA, war

We won the war! 

We won the war!

Their flag we tore! 

We evened the score! 

The bugler toots!

The hooter hoots!

We destroyed the Other!

Avenged sad mother!

We ruined their crops!

We severed their tops!

It’s all so great!

We feel so fine!

Congratulate!

We’re nearly divine!

The hooter hoots!

The bugler toots!

We’re all so brave!

We screamed our rave! 

We killed them dead!

Left others unfed!

Our deeds were bold. 

We left them cold.

The soldiers who died.

And civilians who tried

But failed to find a good place to hide.

So what else could we do but kill them too?

(AI generated image to the prompt: scared children huddle in rubble while bombs burst around them)

And, now, we come home at last to find 

The promised dividend of victory, it seems,

Was not at all a peace of mind.

Instead a sleep of nightmare dreams. 

The hell they say is war doesn’t seem to end.

It seems instead to seep around every bend. 

I would listen again to that big brass band 

I would heed again the call throughout the land.

But the bugles of the brass got rusted.

And the leaders whom we trusted

Turned out to be but bubbles busted.

I will dance away my last regret.

But my legs are no legs. I mustn’t forget. 

Still we killed them in bunches so that’s a great thing.

That at least is something we can sing

About. At least, you see, we won the war.

So, there’s that. Those of us still alive 

Can say definitely and with no hesitation

That our nation benefited because we won the war. 

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Don’t you see? We won the war.

And though the rich amassed more riches 

And the land got bombed to muddy ditches. 

We won the war.

We won the war.

Most definitely.

Don’t you see?

We won the war.

Our finest hour

When we called for power

Over truth so we could make the richest richer.

And he could brag about the gold. 

Even if we shiver in the cold.

Even if we wear but worn-out tatter

It doesn’t matter

Because so does our enemy

Who suffers even worse than we

We who won the victory

And we have twice as many moldy crusts of bread

As we would have had if we’d lost instead. 

So

We won the war.

We won the war.. 

So…?

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Imagine All the People

Roar, Ocean, Roar

Dance of Billions

Life is a Dance

Take a Glance; Join the Dance

How the Nightingale Learned to Sing

Absolute is not Just a Vodka

Declaration of Interdependence 

The Crows and Me

After All 

After the Fall

Life Will Find a Way

Corn on the Cob

But, Mommy! I had a Reason!

17 Thursday Apr 2025

Posted by petersironwood in America, management

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Democracy, life, politics, Russia, truth, Ukraine, USA

“But Mommy! I thought eating all the cookies would make you happy! You were happy when I ate all my dinner last night!”

“But Daddy! I thought it would be good to teach kitty how to breathe under water! Fish breathe under water!”

“But Mommy! I thought it would help the flowers on the carpet grow if I pooped all over them! Grandpa said farmers use poop to help flowers grow!”  

“But Daddy! I thought it would toughen up my little brother if I hit him with a baseball bat. He’s was so soft and he wanted to play with us big boys!”

You wouldn’t accept such lame excuses from your own kids nor from anyone else’s. 

Why does the mainstream media—whether left, right, and middle—keep repeating equally stupid excuses for the Putin Misadministration’s continuing crusade to destroy America? 

We have a Misadministration who has failed to fill many important positions and those who have filled positions mainly lied during their confirmation hearings. Lies. Lies. Lies.

Competent military leaders with years of experience and with real loyalty to America and its Constitution have been replaced.

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The same goes for our Intelligence agencies.

The same goes for our State Department.

The Misadministration has sent a team of hackers into the heart and brain of every important government function in order to gather personal data and hamstring the functions that provide important benefits which we, the taxpayers, have paid for. 

The Putin Misadministration has destroyed our longest, strongest alliances for nothing but sided with the world’s worst dictators.

The Putin Misadministration has destroyed our economy, started trade wars, destroyed effective supply chains, and totally failed to fulfill pre-election promises to lower the costs for Americans. The only benefits are that the seemingly random fluctuations in policy allowed the greediest people on the planet to benefit from insider trading. 


The Putin Misadministration laughs at the Constitution. Other than that, it ignores it. 

All of this and more has been reported by the press. 

Cool. 

But every time, they also report on the “rationale” which is no rationale at all. It is nothing more than a pack of inconsistent and illogical lies no more coherent or thoughtful than the lies of a sociopathic child. The lies are not news. Media: stop reporting them.

Readers: do not pay attention to the lies. Pay attention to what the hell is happening. And, if you’re part of the mainstream media, please do not repeat and report on the idiotic rationalizations as though they are news. It’s not news that a con man cons. It’s not news that a convicted felon lies.


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Putin’s Favorite DOG-E

E-Fishiness Comes to Mass General Hospital

Silent Screams of Dead Men’s Dreams

Destroying Natural Intelligence 

Interview with Putin’s DOG-E

Increased E-Fishiness in Government

The Unread Red

Running with the Bulls in a China Shop

Destroying Our Government Effectiveness

A Day at the HR Department

The Ides of February 

Ohms Come in Many Flavors

Tomorrow’s Dinner

Exauguration Day

Facegook

Metastasized

Roar, Ocean, Roar

Dance of Billions

Imagine All the People

Absolute is not Just a Vodka

Come Back to the Light

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