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What’s Your Story? #socialmedia

Originally posted on Daily (w)rite:

Fishy thoughts

My thoughts on Social Media

Today, I had a minor setback. My first instinct– to go and share it on Facebook.

I don’t share much of my private life on my blog, nor on my Facebook or Twitter. But recently, I’ve noticed a tendency– or maybe a temptation– because I don’t give in to it, of sharing about my life on social media.

I recently read this article in the New Yorker by author Dani Shapiro, about exactly how damaging giving in to this temptation can be for writers:

I worry that we’re confusing the small, sorry details—the ones that we post and read every day—for the work of memoir itself. I can’t tell you how many times people have thanked me for “sharing my story,” as if the books I’ve written are not chiseled and honed out of the hard and unforgiving material of a life but, rather…

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Cat Thursday: Skeptical Cats, Throwback 1

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Welcome to the weekly meme that celebrates the wonders and sometime hilarity of cats! Join us by posting a favorite LOL cat pic you may have come across, famous cat art or even share with us pics of your own beloved cat(s). It’s all for the love of cats! Enjoy!

This week, I bring you lolcats who played significant roles in illustrating skeptical and logical fallacy posts elsewhere on this blog and others. The top three are my own wonderful beasts, unfortunately no longer with us but who I remember fondly for bringing me such joy on dark days. The last two were stock images taken from and personally captioned. Here I celebrate the lives of three of my furbabies with a touch of the skeptical outlook, and hope for the future…

Mew, dammit!


Old Sammy







Fractals of the Week: A Festival of Hybrids

G’day, and good week. This installment features some of the stranger results from new parameter sets created in the last couple of weeks. I’ve recently gotten a account both as a venue to pursue my serialized fiction at some point, but also to vote on the stories of one of my favorite bloggers, Sharmishtha Basu, and the three serials she’s posted so far, The Tower, The Strange Island, and a cool little SF story of hers, Harmony. Note: The links go directly to recent or updated chapters.

Things are going well on the study front: I’ve completed half of one course while preparing to move to others. I’ve also been using mnemonic techniques in learning Tamil letters, which is coming along swimmingly. My Bengali books, and the audiodiscs for Tamil syllable and word pronunciation have arrived in the mail, but first things first: I’ll take care of the current language course before moving to the next. In an ideal world I would study all three languages at once, but I do not live in such a world!

So, here are thumbnails of the odder images recently rendered…stay brilliant, or in the Kai’Siri…

Talotaa frang.

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All JPEG, PNG & GIF images in this post are original works by the author,created via  Mandelbulber, Fractal Domains, Ultra Fractal , and Mandelbulb 3D and unless otherwise stated are copyright 2014 by Troy Loy.

Life is Disappointment

English: A disappointed person

English: A disappointed person (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve been pondering things after reading the recent posts, here & here by Stuart A Barton. Maybe my tendency for blueness (as opposed to Chief Blue Meany’s Blueness…There’s a free fractal wallpaper with the commentator’s choice of colors for the first one who gets that reference.) isn’t so off the mark after all.

That things in and about life can disappoint isn’t so necessarily cynicism and a ‘negative attitude,’ but a realization of reality when it doesn’t match up to our expectations.

I’m an optimist, and I should certainly like to think of myself as a realist, and there are times when those conflict.

The realist in me tries to see the world as it is, as close as I can possibly get. The optimist in me tries to see things in their best possible light without resorting to outright illusion, without self-deception, to see what good is truly there to be seen.

But this does not always work out, and the temptation to see things in a darker perspective rears its horrific head. To a degree, a balance between these is usually struck. I don’t care if the glass is half full or half empty. I care if it really exists at all.

I’m an incurable wonder junkie, and I get my fix of wonder, and awe, from real things in the real world. They are things that provoke feelings bordering on the terrifying and magnificent. It is the grand scale of the universe, from the tiniest to the greatest entities science has yet identified and confirmed.

Fortunately, I’ve just enough understanding of science to have a feel for how things work, and I find them astounding. I don’t need anything supernatural to fill that gap. Reality is enough, and I like it the way it is, not as my paltry wishes and limited intuitions would have it be.

But that’s the natural world. The human world has some of that too, but tends also to elicit despair.

Reading the news, or the latest political bruhahah on the web doesn’t help, and sometimes there’s a tinge of dismay for this incredibly mucked-up world filled with incompetent fools in positions of power who’ve no real idea what they are doing for being wed to whatever stupid, dogmatic ideology they may hold. And please, no partisan finger-pointing here. There’s plenty of that in the discourse already.

I’ve never tried to kill myself, and I don’t think I ever will. But the only honest rejoinder to that is, I don’t know anything about my future mental state, and little real understanding of my mind’s past save my own limited, corruptible, and constructed memory of it.

Maybe I will wind up dying of natural causes. I certainly hope so. But the fact is that I simply do not know what my views in the future will be, and if I too will finally give in to despair. Personally, I’d love to be free of my illness, but I also like living the only life I’m likely to have. For now.

I’ve stared the Reaper in the eyes only moments after my accident in 2007, the year before I began blogging on this site on December 28, 2008. But that made me see how precious life is, to value it all the more as such a tiny thing, and for the moment I’ve no inclination to change that view.

Not now. Not yet.

Donald Prothero: The Mind of the Science Denier


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