<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237</id><updated>2009-12-08T02:48:45.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Beat</title><subtitle type='html'>Award winning Irish writer. Literary thoughts and literary advice. Author of The Eskimo in the Net (shortlisted for The Kerry Group Irish Fiction Award) and 
Sightings of Bono (adapted for film featuring Bono (U2). Poetry (Digging My Own Grave 2nd place in Patrick Kavanagh Award), Fiction. Creative Writing instructor and Mentor.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>572</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-8158542350890421932</id><published>2009-01-29T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:27:12.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>irish writers centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscentre.ie/press.html"&gt;irish writers centre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-8158542350890421932?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.writerscentre.ie/press.html' title='irish writers centre'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/8158542350890421932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=8158542350890421932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/8158542350890421932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/8158542350890421932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2009/01/irish-writers-centre.html' title='irish writers centre'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-4625320857765370213</id><published>2009-01-14T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:36:44.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Politics of Writing'/><title type='text'>What Bothers George Bush</title><content type='html'>Right to the end old G.B. never lets old D.B. down. Listen to this one from Larry King Live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING: Don't you want to be liked?&lt;br /&gt;G. BUSH: Kind of. You really want to be liked on the day that really matters, when you are running for president, election day. See in 2004, I really wanted to be liked a lot that November, where I got over 50 percent of the vote, the first president to have done so since 1988.&lt;br /&gt;KING: That's liked?&lt;br /&gt;G. BUSH: That's what matters. That is the one poll that counts. The rest of the stuff is just -- you can make a poll say anything you want. And it's just -- it doesn't bother me. What bothers me is knowing that I made decisions based upon principles and that I would not sell my soul in order to chase popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat for D.B.  G.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What bothers me is knowing that I made decisions based upon principles and that I would not sell my soul in order to chase popularity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-4625320857765370213?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/4625320857765370213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=4625320857765370213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/4625320857765370213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/4625320857765370213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-bothers-george-bush.html' title='What Bothers George Bush'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-8480476127343940156</id><published>2008-12-28T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:12:06.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mortality of Writing'/><title type='text'>Harold Pinter</title><content type='html'>"And so I say to you, tender the dead as you would yourself be tendered, now, in what you would describe as your life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-8480476127343940156?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/8480476127343940156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=8480476127343940156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/8480476127343940156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/8480476127343940156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/harold-pinter.html' title='Harold Pinter'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-2554206213144741382</id><published>2008-12-27T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:31:15.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-2554206213144741382?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.wsws.org/articles/2008/dec2008/pers-d27.shtml' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/2554206213144741382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=2554206213144741382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/2554206213144741382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/2554206213144741382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-5953502836618858760</id><published>2008-12-27T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:29:29.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Death of Writing'/><title type='text'>Death - Harold Pinter 1930-2008</title><content type='html'>'Death'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the dead body found?&lt;br /&gt;Who found the dead body?&lt;br /&gt;Was the dead body dead when found?&lt;br /&gt;How was the dead body found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the dead body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the father or daughter or brother&lt;br /&gt;Or uncle or sister or mother or son&lt;br /&gt;Of the dead and abandoned body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the body dead when abandoned?&lt;br /&gt;Was the body abandoned?&lt;br /&gt;By whom had it been abandoned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the dead body naked or dressed for a journey?&lt;br /&gt;What made you declare the dead body dead?&lt;br /&gt;Did you declare the dead body dead?&lt;br /&gt;How well did you know the dead body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you know the dead body was dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wash the dead body&lt;br /&gt;Did you close both its eyes&lt;br /&gt;Did you bury the body&lt;br /&gt;Did you leave it abandoned&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss the dead body&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-5953502836618858760?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/5953502836618858760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=5953502836618858760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/5953502836618858760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/5953502836618858760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-harold-pinter-1930-2008.html' title='Death - 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B. had the checks, the convertible - bright blue. He was hurrying down the chimney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the truth - he told his children the sad news of the great one's passing and just as he paused and watched their reaction, his CD player (on random) began to play Santa Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eartha D.B. is stuck in the chimney forever. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-4770677982427742310?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/4770677982427742310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=4770677982427742310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/4770677982427742310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/4770677982427742310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/eartha-kitt-santa-baby.html' title='Eartha Kitt - Santa Baby'/><author><name>Dead 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-7924719206490798156?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/7924719206490798156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=7924719206490798156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/7924719206490798156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/7924719206490798156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/apollo-8-christmas.html' title='Apollo 8 Christmas'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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house&lt;br /&gt;Drug freaks in the crack house&lt;br /&gt;We don't have that stuff here&lt;br /&gt;We have a tiny little Force&lt;br /&gt;But we need them of course&lt;br /&gt;For the kittens in the trees&lt;br /&gt;And at night we are on our knees&lt;br /&gt;As quiet as a mouse&lt;br /&gt;For God is in the house&lt;br /&gt;God is in the house&lt;br /&gt;God is in the house&lt;br /&gt;And no one's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;God is in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homos roaming the streets in packs&lt;br /&gt;Queer bashers with tyre-jacks&lt;br /&gt;Lesbian counter-attacks&lt;br /&gt;That stuff is for the big cities&lt;br /&gt;Our town is very pretty&lt;br /&gt;We have a pretty little square&lt;br /&gt;We have a woman for a mayor&lt;br /&gt;Our policy is firm but fair&lt;br /&gt;Now that God is in the house&lt;br /&gt;God is in the house&lt;br /&gt;God is in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any day now&lt;br /&gt;He'll come out&lt;br /&gt;God is in the house&lt;br /&gt;Well-meaning little therapists&lt;br /&gt;Goose-stepping twelve-stepping&lt;br /&gt;Tetotalitarianists&lt;br /&gt;The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed&lt;br /&gt;We got no time for that stuff here&lt;br /&gt;Zero crime and no fear&lt;br /&gt;We've bred all our kittens white&lt;br /&gt;So you can see them in the night&lt;br /&gt;And at night we're on our knees&lt;br /&gt;As quiet as a mouse&lt;br /&gt;Since the word got out&lt;br /&gt;From the North down to the South&lt;br /&gt;For no-one's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's no fear about&lt;br /&gt;If we all hold hands and very quietly shout&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;God is in the house&lt;br /&gt;God is in the house&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish He would come out&lt;br /&gt;God is in the house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-63361648396874454?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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All but President Bush’s most unquestioning supporters recognized the chain of unprincipled decisions that led to the abuse, torture and death in prisons run by the American military and intelligence services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Most Americans have long known that the horrors of Abu Ghraib were not the work of a few low-ranking sociopaths. All but President Bush’s most unquestioning supporters recognized the chain of unprincipled decisions that led to the abuse, torture and death in prisons run by the American military and intelligence services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Most Americans have long known that the horrors of Abu Ghraib were not the work of a few low-ranking sociopaths. All but President Bush’s most unquestioning supporters recognized the chain of unprincipled decisions that led to the abuse, torture and death in prisons run by the American military and intelligence services.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Most Americans have long known that the horrors of Abu Ghraib were not the work of a few low-ranking sociopaths. All but President Bush’s most unquestioning supporters recognized the chain of unprincipled decisions that led to the abuse, torture and death in prisons run by the American military and intelligence services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Most Americans have long known that the horrors of Abu Ghraib were not the work of a few low-ranking sociopaths. All but President Bush’s most unquestioning supporters recognized the chain of unprincipled decisions that led to the abuse, torture and death in prisons run by the American military and intelligence services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-13932003317696193?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/13932003317696193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=13932003317696193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/13932003317696193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/13932003317696193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-americans.html' title='Most Americans'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-7539982301874265247</id><published>2008-12-18T23:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:11:17.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Intelligence of Writing'/><title type='text'>Torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mindfully.org/Reform/2004/Abu-Ghraib-Prison-Photos11jun04.htm"&gt;http://www.mindfully.org/Reform/2004/Abu-Ghraib-Prison-Photos11jun04.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-7539982301874265247?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/7539982301874265247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=7539982301874265247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/7539982301874265247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/7539982301874265247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/torture.html' title='Torture'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-267417203065867226</id><published>2008-12-18T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:07:43.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Death of Writing'/><title type='text'>The Torture Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mindfully.org/Reform/2004/Abu-Ghraib-Prison-Photos11jun04p02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 469px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mindfully.org/Reform/2004/Abu-Ghraib-Prison-Photos11jun04p02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/18/opinion/18thu1.html?hp"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/18/opinion/18thu1.html?hp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-267417203065867226?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/267417203065867226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=267417203065867226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/267417203065867226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/267417203065867226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/torture-report.html' title='The Torture Report'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-1568207266506538397</id><published>2008-12-13T00:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:34:57.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Spirituality of Writing'/><title type='text'>Cardinal Avery Dulles dies at 90</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles_of_faith/Dulles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles_of_faith/Dulles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cardinal Avery Dulles, who grew up in a famous American family (Dulles Airport is named for his father), converted to Catholicism while at Harvard, and went on to become the most honored Catholic theologian in U.S. history, died today at age 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery Dulles, the scion of a wealthy and prominent Presbyterian family, arrived at Harvard in 1936 as an agnostic, but found God in the buds of a tree by the banks of the Charles River one rainy February afternoon two years later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How could it be . . . that this delicate tree sprang up and developed and that all the enormous complexity of its cellular operations combined together to make it grow erectly and bring forth leaves and blossoms?" he asked himself. And the answer, he later wrote, was "Him who moved the stars, and made the lilacs bloom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulles, a brilliant student passionate about learning, found himself ravenously consuming the new works of French Catholic theologians, and one day he marched into a Catholic bookstore and asked, "How do I get into your church?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had never even met a priest, but he decided to become one, figuring, "I guess I wanted to go the whole way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Dulles, whose great-grandfather, great-uncle, and father (John Foster Dulles) all served as US secretaries of state, and whose grandfather was a distinguished Presbyterian theologian, is now the most prominent Catholic theologian in America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His accomplishments are many - 21 books, more than 650 articles, and a long career teaching thousands of students, for the last 13 years at Fordham University in New York, where he is still a professor at age 83.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in February, he became the first American Jesuit and the first American theologian to be named a cardinal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Dulles visited Boston to receive an award at a fund-raising dinner for the New England Jesuits. In an interview with the Globe at the Jesuits' humble provincial headquarters in the South End, Dulles talked about his journey to faith and his career since:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What drew you to Catholicism?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Perhaps it was the studies of the Reformation period. We had to read Luther and Calvin and the decrees of the Council and Trent and all those sorts of things, and I just found myself resonating with the Catholic positions in all those controversies, and also feeling that the culture of Europe was destroyed or ruptured by the Reformation in a way that was unfortunate. And then I discovered the Catholic Church as it existed in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and it was a very vital, vibrant thing. St. Paul's parish there - the liturgy was very well performed, and Sunday evening they were having benediction, they were all singing the hymns of Thomas Aquinas in Latin, and I said, `This is the church for me.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Your journey to Catholicism strikes me as having been more intellectual than spiritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I think that's probably true. I hope there was some spiritual aspect to it, but I've never had any great taste for what's called spirituality. I think it deals so much with emotions and feelings. I don't have many emotions or feelings. I tend to have ideas. I was interested in Catholicism ideally, intellectually. I was convinced that it was true. I was interested in truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How has your life changed since you've become a cardinal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I get more invitations to lectures and things like that. I try to get out of them when I can, but I'm on the road a good bit. And then some things you have to get dressed up for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the appropriate role of dissent in the church?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Dissent should be rare, respectful and reluctant. One's first reaction as a Catholic is to agree with the official teaching of the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Can you imagine married priests, or female priests, in the church?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Married priests is a much easier question. We have married priests. In the early centuries many of the priests and bishops were married, and Eastern Rite Catholics have a married clergy, and we have a number of converts from Protestantism who are married priests who function as priests and enjoy their family life. So that's possible. The question of women is a doctrinal issue. I think the weight of scripture and tradition is decisively against it. In the early '70s I was not sure the question had been decided, I was kind of open. But after 1976, Paul VI answered the question pretty thoroughly. That pretty much settled my mind on the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. You have said one of the roles is to critique the culture. What is your critique of American culture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Our technology is so advanced, we sometimes get the feeling that we can reconstruct everything, and we define power, so we have a hard time accepting anything that we cannot change. So we want to reconstruct the church, we want to rewrite all the dogmas of the church. We feel that we can replace everything by our own power, and according to our own preference. Our notion of freedom needs to be critiqued. We don't have a moral freedom to do what is wrong. We're under a higher law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we want instant satisfaction. Part of the American culture is to produce as much as possible and consume as much as possible, so we consume an inordinate amount of the world's resources. Our consumption should be governed by need, and needs to be restrained more than it is. We need to take greater care of the needs of the poor who are left out of the capitalist process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulles had taught at Fordham since 1988, but had been associated with the university for more than half a century; the university's president, the Rev. Joseph M. McShane, today issued the following &lt;a href="http://www.fordham.edu/Campus_Resources/eNewsroom/topstories_1433.asp"&gt;statement&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"A man of prodigious intellect and great holiness, Cardinal Dulles devoted his entire life to the task of advancing the dialogue between faith and reason. In the process, he enriched both the Church and the Academy with his wisdom and his warmth. Therefore, it is not at all surprising that he was the first American theologian to be named to the College of Cardinals.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-1568207266506538397?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/1568207266506538397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=1568207266506538397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/1568207266506538397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/1568207266506538397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/cardinal-avery-dulles-dies-at-90.html' title='Cardinal Avery Dulles dies at 90'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-9177137307903908949</id><published>2008-12-08T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:30:25.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Poetry of Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science of Writing'/><title type='text'>The Raising of Pandemonium</title><content type='html'>Paradise Lost, Milton, Book I: the raising of Pandemonium:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There stood a Hill not far whose griesly top&lt;br /&gt;Belch'd fire and rowling smoak; the rest entire&lt;br /&gt;Shon with a glossie scurff, undoubted sign&lt;br /&gt;That in his womb was hid metallic Ore,&lt;br /&gt;The work of Sulphur. Thither wing'd with speed&lt;br /&gt;A numerous Brigad hasten'd. As when bands&lt;br /&gt;Of Pioners with Spade and Pickaxe arm'd&lt;br /&gt;Forerun the Royal Camp, to trench a Field,&lt;br /&gt;Or cast a Rampart. Mammon led them on,&lt;br /&gt;Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell&lt;br /&gt;From heav'n, for ev'n in heav'n his looks &amp;amp; thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Were always downward bent, admiring more&lt;br /&gt;The riches of Heav'ns pavement, trod'n Gold,&lt;br /&gt;Then aught divine or holy else enjoy'd&lt;br /&gt;In vision beatific: by him first&lt;br /&gt;Men also, and by his suggestion taught,&lt;br /&gt;Ransack'd the Center, and with impious hands&lt;br /&gt;Rifl'd the bowels of thir mother Earth&lt;br /&gt;For Treasures better hid. Soon had his crew&lt;br /&gt;Op'nd into the Hill a spacious wound&lt;br /&gt;And dig'd out ribs of Gold. Let none admire&lt;br /&gt;That riches grow in Hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-9177137307903908949?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/9177137307903908949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=9177137307903908949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/9177137307903908949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/9177137307903908949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/raising-of-pandemonium.html' title='The Raising of Pandemonium'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-443780890960182242</id><published>2008-12-08T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:18:09.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Art of Writing'/><title type='text'>The Fallen Angels Entering Pandemonium, from `Paradise Lost', Book 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/collection/N/N05/N05435_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 512px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tate.org.uk/collection/N/N05/N05435_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/collection/N/N05/N05435_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Martin 1789-1854&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-443780890960182242?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/443780890960182242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=443780890960182242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/443780890960182242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/443780890960182242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/fallen-angels-entering-pandemonium-from.html' title='The Fallen Angels Entering Pandemonium, from `Paradise Lost&apos;, Book 1'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-8621096352587234648</id><published>2008-12-04T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:23:01.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Intelligence of Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science of Writing'/><title type='text'>That's Me! That's Me! - A Writing Guide</title><content type='html'>In 1958 you wrote "Pandemonium". What does pandemonium mean? What was the concept of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept, "pandemonium" was a word first used by John Milton in a very long English poem called "Paradise Lost". Pandemonium comes from the Greek "pan", meaning all and "demonium", meaning the demons. The idea of pandemonium is that in recognizing something - for example, recognizing a face or a character on a page - we have a little demon for each feature, for each part of the picture. And when the demons see themselves in the picture they shout, That's me! That's me! and then a higher level demon listens to these other demons and decides who shouts the loudest. If you are reading a character, a letter in a word, if the higher level demon hears the "A" demon shout the loudest, then he knows it is an "A". The idea is that we have separate neural nets, say, representing the demons, and what they shout, their output, is the amount of themselves that they see, that they perceive in what they are looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediamente.rai.it/mmold/english/bibliote/intervis/s/selfridg.htm#init"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="link009"&gt;So&lt;/a&gt; it's a network of neural networks at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in the long run neural networks will have to be built up of pieces that are neural networks. But they still have to work together. Then the whole system does not have simple purposes or goals but very complex ones, just like people. In that sense the neural network is very different from the network of computers which we are talking about now because here it is a social thing. In our society not every piece, not every computer wants the same thing. They want to communicate but not because there is a single purpose; they want to communicate because everybody wants to do something different. In the neural network, in the good neural networks, they are all contributing to the same end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-8621096352587234648?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/8621096352587234648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=8621096352587234648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/8621096352587234648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/8621096352587234648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-me-thats-me-writing-guide.html' title='That&apos;s Me! That&apos;s Me! - A Writing Guide'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-859723479695951951</id><published>2008-12-04T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:20:17.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Intelligence of Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science of Writing'/><title type='text'>Oliver Selridge: From Cybernetics to Neural Networks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="link001"&gt;Question 1&lt;/a&gt;: What are neural networks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: A neural network is a model of the way real nerves, real sensors like eyes and ears and brains, work. It tries to imitate so that it will work in the same way and do the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediamente.rai.it/mmold/english/bibliote/intervis/s/selfridg.htm#init"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="link002"&gt;Question 2&lt;/a&gt;: E' possibile costruire macchine, computer e altre apparecchiature con le reti neurali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: It is possible. We believe that our thinking works in a way like that and we want to find out how real brains work, and also to build machines to do some of the same things that our brains, our minds do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediamente.rai.it/mmold/english/bibliote/intervis/s/selfridg.htm#init"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="link003"&gt;Question 3&lt;/a&gt;: But these machines are not programmable. Will they learn by themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: One hopes so. They do learn by themselves, by their own experiences but not as much as people do. They are still very simple. The kinds of tasks that these machines can now do are low-level tasks. As science improves, as the engineers and scientists, the people at SMAU, work them and practice with them they get better, but they are still very far from real people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediamente.rai.it/mmold/english/bibliote/intervis/s/selfridg.htm#init"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="link004"&gt;Question 4&lt;/a&gt;: Can you compare the ability of neural networks with the ability of animals or children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: It is not an age so much. The neural network in the machine keeps trying, but an intelligent child stops trying after a while and gets bored. Our machines do not get bored yet, which is a sign that they are very elementary indeed. There are tasks which they can do for us. They will keep track of the right way to do a very easy task. But as yet they do not have much sense of purpose of their own beyond what they are given by the people who build them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediamente.rai.it/mmold/english/bibliote/intervis/s/selfridg.htm#init"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="link005"&gt;Question 5&lt;/a&gt;: That is interesting because they have to understand from the environment. How can they understand from the environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: That is a very interesting point. It is not that they understand so much, it is that they work with the environment to get something done, to perceive something, to have the right effect. But they do not really understand what the environment is or how it works. So neural networks today do not make a model of the environment in the way that you and I make a model of the environment, instead they merely play with what they can do until it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediamente.rai.it/mmold/english/bibliote/intervis/s/selfridg.htm#init"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="link006"&gt;Question 6&lt;/a&gt;: And can you compare the goals of cybernetics and the goals of neural networks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: The goals of neural networks are much more cybernetic than present day computers. Our computers are nearly all programmed, that is, they are told exactly what to do. Neural networks are not told exactly what to do. The study of cybernetics started out with Professor Norbert Wiener at MIT, who was my adviser, studying how gets to a particular place. The word cybernetics comes from the Greek word for the steersman on a boat, who moved the tiller or the rudder to get the boat where he wanted to go. The steersman is performing the goal, the seeking of the goal, the going where he wants to. At a very low level neural networks move their connections and rewire themselves so that the machine will do what it is programmed to want to do. In computers the programs are written so the machine will do what the designer wants them to do. So the machines in computers do not want. Neural networks are beginning to want, to care, to have purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-859723479695951951?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/859723479695951951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=859723479695951951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/859723479695951951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/859723479695951951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/oliver-selridge-from-cybernetics-to.html' title='Oliver Selridge: From Cybernetics to Neural Networks'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-862287975102763973</id><published>2008-12-04T08:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:12:04.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Intelligence of Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science of Writing'/><title type='text'>Demons and Pandemonium - The Stuff of Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/pandamonium.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 867px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 661px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/pandamonium.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D.B. notes that Oliver Selfridge sadly died in a fall at age 82. Selfridge was a pioneer in early computer science and artificial intelligence. And as D.B. fans know, every writer worth his or her salt needs to understand the complex processes of intelligence. How else to improve the creative processes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selfridge himself understood the connection between literature and intelligent processes. Selfridge envisioned the mind as a collection of tiny demons (this idea of the demon came to him after reading Paradise Lost!), each of whom responds to a name -- or something close to it -- being called out by other demons. When one thinks it is being called, it begins to yell out to other demons. The more certain it is that it is being called, the louder it yells, until some other demon thinks it is being called in turn. And so on. Selfridge called this pandemonium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He used this idea to explain and model the way perceptual systems recognize stuff. For example, the letter R has one vertical line, a "belly" on the upper right, and a "leg" on the lower right. When "feature demons" whose names are "vertical," "belly," and "leg" (and others with names like "one," "upper right," and "lower right") hear their names being called, they begin to to call to the "cognitive demons." The cognitive demons named B and D, for example, may each prick up their ears, since they are "sensitized" to such calls as are given out by the vertical and belly demons. K may be listening, because it is listening for the calls of the vertical and leg demons. But only the R demon recognizes the calls of all three. So while B, D, and K may be calling out to the "decision demon," it will be R who calls the loudest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Doctor C. George Boeree says, "This may seem rather silly, but pandemonium provides a very good model for much of what goes on in the mind. The tip-of-the-tongue phenomenon, for example: You are trying to think of the name of that actress in Moulin Rouge. Her name starts with an N, you are certain. Nancy, Nadene, Norah, Natalie... damn. You could say the N demon is yelling, and several names are responding. Nicole! That's it: Nicole Kidman. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about the poets amongst us seeking out a rhyme or a particular work, metaphor even - think of the connections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-862287975102763973?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/862287975102763973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=862287975102763973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/862287975102763973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/862287975102763973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/demons-and-pandemonium-stuff-of-writing.html' title='Demons and Pandemonium - The Stuff of Writing'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-977849735843070261</id><published>2008-12-03T20:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:52:10.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odetta - Take This Hammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/D2KyV3iUNic' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/D2KyV3iUNic'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Odetta has taken the hammer and brought it back to Leadbelly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-977849735843070261?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/977849735843070261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=977849735843070261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/977849735843070261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/977849735843070261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/12/odetta-take-this-hammer.html' title='Odetta - Take This Hammer'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-7960583027629757791</id><published>2008-11-24T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:14:23.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science of Writing'/><title type='text'>Explaining the Unexplainable - Kiyoshi Ito</title><content type='html'>Dead Beat notes that Kiyoshi Ito, a mathematician whose innovative models of random motion are used today in fields as diverse as finance and biology, died Nov. 17 at a hospital in Kyoto, Japan. He was 93.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito is known for his contributions to probability theory, the study of randomness. His work, starting in the 1940s, built on the earlier breakthroughs of Albert Einstein and Norbert Wiener. Mr. His mathematical framework for describing the evolution of random phenomena came to be known as the Ito Calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“People all over realized that what Ito had done explained things that were unexplainable before.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-7960583027629757791?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/7960583027629757791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=7960583027629757791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/7960583027629757791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/7960583027629757791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/11/explaining-unexplainable-kiyoshi-ito.html' title='Explaining the Unexplainable - Kiyoshi Ito'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-851380551456230986</id><published>2008-10-31T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:14:01.708-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Irishness of Writing'/><title type='text'>Forty Shades of Green</title><content type='html'>Dead Beat notes that the U2 Tower in Dublin has been shelved because of the economic downturn. The €200 million design by architect Norman Foster was to house the rock band's egg-shaped ego...sorry...recording studio at its peak. Dublin Docklands Authority has confirmed it was suspending the project for a year because of the current uncertainty in the property and financial markets. DAA insisted it was committed to the 120m high development. 'The objective is to see this landmark project completed', the DAA said in a statement. Bono looked through his rose tinted shades and saw a forty shades of green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-851380551456230986?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/851380551456230986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=851380551456230986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/851380551456230986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/851380551456230986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/10/forty-shades-of-green.html' title='Forty Shades of Green'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-727311112553340052</id><published>2008-10-16T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:12:29.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Politics of Writing'/><title type='text'>Joe the Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://conservativehome.blogs.com/torydiary/images/2007/08/03/harper_stephen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://conservativehome.blogs.com/torydiary/images/2007/08/03/harper_stephen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibabuzz.com/politics/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/mccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ibabuzz.com/politics/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/mccain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dead Beat has been following the Elections with care. John McCain feels he needs Joe the Plumber (Joe Sixpack's younger cousin) to win and Stephen Harper has no need whatsoever for Joe the Writer. Joe from Winnipeg might have something to say about this. Anyway, one down, one to go. The Harp is back looking none the wiser. McCain has had his chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-727311112553340052?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/727311112553340052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=727311112553340052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/727311112553340052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/727311112553340052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/10/joe-writer.html' title='Joe the Writer'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-8834779491474622653</id><published>2008-10-14T22:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:04:45.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Photography of Writing'/><title type='text'>Jazzlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wnyc.org/images/slideshows/jazzlife/slide7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wnyc.org/images/slideshows/jazzlife/slide7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.williamclaxton.com/movie.html"&gt;William Claxton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-8834779491474622653?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/8834779491474622653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=8834779491474622653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/8834779491474622653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/8834779491474622653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/10/jazzlife.html' title='Jazzlife'/><author><name>Dead Beat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946921909742909463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08070984717365793130'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29683237.post-212035025299562237</id><published>2008-10-14T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:00:58.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Death of Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Photography of Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Art of Commentary'/><title type='text'>Can You Feel Your Life? William Claxton 1928-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/10/14/arts/14claxton2_190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/10/14/arts/14claxton2_190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dead Beat notes that William Claxton has gone to take pictures of all the jazz greats who lived before him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D.B. is in awe of your photos, W.C. May your Brownie capture the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29683237-212035025299562237?l=gerardbeirne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/feeds/212035025299562237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29683237&amp;postID=212035025299562237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/212035025299562237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29683237/posts/default/212035025299562237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardbeirne.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-feel-your-life-william-claxton.html' title='Can You Feel Your Life? 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