Big Wind

Big Wind in Georgia, Hale Aspacio Woodruff, 1936

We awoke to the rat-a-tat-tat of falling hail. Never a good sign, this was not an auspicious start to today’s unsettled weather. I listened to it fall. Then I got up to see if I could see it, but it was already gone. I spied the dark storm clouds, where the hail had come from, which had already passed to the east. According to forecasts this storm was only the warmup event. The main event is due this PM and it is expected to be bad. These are the same storms that have already ravaged parts of Oklahoma. It has almost been a year since last May’s tornado visited us. People here are still cleaning up after that storm. No one can know what will happen. That’s why this afternoon; I will be weather aware. When the sirens begin to wail, I’ll turn on the TV and watch my favorite weathermen do their rain dance in front of their glowing green screens and hope that the really bad stuff, either swerves to the north or the south and doesn’t pass overhead.

I went to the grocery store, which was a zoo, because this is Saint Louis and weather is happening. In checkout Frank, my other brother called me. His undies were all in a bunch, because California wants to withhold 3.33% on the sale of the house to cover capital gains taxes. We are inheritors, so there shouldn’t be any taxes, but using their form it wasn’t clear how to express this. I figure let them withhold and next year, when we file our taxes, we’ll get our money back. He was not very happy about this idea. Returning home, I barely beat the oncoming storms, which weren’t due for a couple more hours. It looks like they will be coming in waves. It is going to be a long day, followed by night. 

Ada Palmer

Japanese Garden Fountain

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear. Henry VI, Part 2, Shakespeare

This morning, I was busily losing my soul in YouTube, when I happened upon a series of shorts, where podcaster Dwarkesh Patel was interviewing Ada Palmer, a University of Chicago professor in Renaissance and Intellectual History and an accomplished Sci-Fi writer. I had previously encountered Mr. Patel with his interviews of Sarah Paine, an American historian who teaches at the Naval War College. I found those interviews on Chinese, Japanese, and Russian modern strategy, as well as WWII history fascinating. Just today, Patel is featured in a NY Times article about his interviews of Silicon Valley tech bros. While these interviews hold little interest for me, but they go far to credit Patel’s gravitas.

Gravitas aside, it is Ms. Palmer who captivated me in this interview. In her 2+ hour interview she ranged so widely that the only comparable conversation in my experience would be the one captured in Louis Malle’s movie, My Diner with Andre. This podcast is subtitled, “Why Leonardo was a saboteur, Gutenberg went broke, and Florence was weird.” To summarize this podcast, Palmer explores the Renaissance’s information technology revolution and its parallels with our current computer-based revolution. But to summarize it so is only to do the thoughts expressed within a disservice. Bite the bullet and watch the show.