Stories
Stories about facets of lives lived and, implicitly, components of mental functions.
We are all unique: A Noah’s Ark science story
We are all unique: A Noah’s Ark science story The dining room of the Ark was strangely quiet. Usually there is bedlam. For once, no food fights. Tonight, there was little laughter. A few of the animals did get up and danced to recorded music Medina’s song cycle. Like...
Mathematical knowledge revisited: A Noah’s Ark Science Story
Mathematical knowledge revisited: A Noah’s Ark Science Story Noah wanted to make sure that Medina's knowledge was in good hands, that is, minds. He asked himself, ‘Could he count on math knowledge being stored properly in the noggins of the Ark’s animals?’ Noah didn’t...
Time on your hands and everywhere else:A Noah’s Ark Science Story
Time on your hands and everywhere else: A Noah’s Ark Science Story: The animals remained in the dining room, munching on tonight's dessert, rhubarb pie. The Star Gazer, sitting near the German Land Lizard, commented on the pie. "I guess the chef does not believe in...
Life Decisions Inc
Imagine a new you Life Decisions Inc Part 1 Larry Simmons This is not fiction even if you want it to be. I am Larry Simmons neighbor. Here is some of his story. He had some big decisions to make and turned to AI for help. AI software making life decisions for us? You...
The dog park
The dog park Who knows what brings couples like Shelia and Jim Hasting stay together. Then the question, why do they stay together? I don’t get it and the answer is so what. Is that question at about the same level of complexity as why do you like bitter chocolate and...
Confirmation
Confirmation I can’t ask my brother Ernst whether many of my memories of our childhood are correct. If he were alive I would ask him “Wasn’t our phone number at home when we were little kids WA (wadsworth) 6-9027? There are so many other things I want to ask him about...
Whose home
Whose Home I was shocked, didn’t know what to expect but how could I know what I would see, remember, walking back, no sneaking back in time, lost, but here I am. Just stood there, paralyzed? Yes, but I continue to stand in front of what I think was my...
Whose panties are they?
Whose panties are they? Mathilda, Oscar’s mom, asked him to go to the basement of their apartment building and put the washed clothes in the dryer. Oscar hated the basement. The roaches there were large and vicious and he saw them eyeing him always ready to pounce....
Bernd Barth catches a train
Bernd Barth catches a train Everything matters including how you deal with fear The rainbow of scents from the flower stand are gone, replaced by the odor of stale beer. The café Geiger, gone. Thaler’s luggage shop is no more. The little shops in the central railroad...
3rd car of the D train
3rd car of the D train Spring finished early. It is now mid-May and someone had turned up the early morning heat in Brooklyn. Many of the people filling the D subway train cars screeching towards Manhattan were dressed for summer and so the short skirts blew up and...