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The Infant in Chief

Trump, Kohut, and the Pathology of Grandiosity Every morning Lynda and I take our three Whippets for a walk around the block. The older two, Paddy (age 9) and Izzy (age 4) stroll alongside us, taking in the morning sunshine, a sniff here, a poop and a pee before arriving back at our front door. […]

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The Infant in Chief

Trump, Kohut, and the Pathology of Grandiosity Every morning Lynda and I take our three Whippets for a walk around the block. The older two, Paddy (age 9) and Izzy (age 4) stroll alongside us, taking in the morning sunshine, a sniff here, a poop and a pee before arriving back at our front door. […]

The Train Home

My wife Lynda and I both enjoy writing poetry. Before I retired I traveled a great deal, sometimes away for weeks at a time. Some evenings we would share partially finished  work and invite the other to expand on, revise, or take the piece in an entirely new direction. It has been a while since […]

Go to Your Room… and grow up

I was born in 1951, six short years but a lifetime and then some after the end of the Second World War. As a child, the war seemed very distant to me yet shaped in rather dramatic fashion so much of my life in those early years. It is something of a curiosity to me […]

The God We Are Building: AI and the Architecture of Divine Wisdom

I am fascinated by artificial intelligence, as are most who have taken time to…what? Taken time to use it, work with it, partner with it, learn from it, confess our failures to it, share secrets with it, seek counsel from it, find a sympathetic pal in it, and maybe even find a substitute for God in it. A substitute, I might add, that more actively

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