Written on Sunday, put on hold for edit as I was dealing with other things.
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I wake up, and the season’s changed. The unseasonable summer warmth is transformed into rainy cold. The wind is blowing.
My 7-year-old Mr. Boo, the early riser, is sitting quietly at the kitchen table. He is drinking tea and “playing chess,” mucking about with the pieces, while waiting for others to wake.
When he informs me he’s made tea, my first reaction is gratefulness that there’s tea. It doesn’t immediately occur to me to question my child’s competence with hot water. He baptized himself by kettle, pulling a dangling cord at Grandma’s house, when he was a toddler. The lesson has stuck.
he weather has changed overnight–the unseasonable summer warmth vanished. The Wild Winds (so I’ve called them for many a year, spring and fall) are screaming down from the north-by-northwest, rattling and banging everything in the yard that isn’t tied down. Buffeting my one-ton truck on the highway as if it weren’t rock-solid. Two layered knits didn’t keep me comfortable, even in the shelter of the city; I have just now bought a coat and wondered why I didn’t pick it up last week when I first looked at it.
I retreat to my desk in the corner, and I’m faced with everything I didn’t accomplish this year. This month. This week. Today.
nformation theory is a relatively new field, having its genesis with Claude Shannon in the late 1940′s. It’s a field of mathematics, but also engineering. It has a high level of application in computer technology, but recently has also been used to examine broader questions of information, nature and origins.
