Human Interest

Fellow Humans: Outsmart the Robots

The power of organized interests to manipulate our minds has never been greater. Recent super-increases in computer speed and memory are providing the opportunity for artificial intelligence to subjugate us to new levels of dependence. These advanced techniques not only manipulate our buying habits, they manipulate our sense of ourselves and of our place in society, and they sell us political alliances and ideologies.

Call it AI, call it robots, or call it big tech. No matter what, we are giving away our souls. But there are ways to keep our souls…

Starlink Satellite Dishes Have a another great use!

Are these cats just trying to get a good internet connection?

WEEK 94 – COVID-19 RANDOM NOTES WHILE SHELTERING IN PLACE

I had trouble finding more cream cheese to supplement the one 8oz. package I had to make a lemon cheesecake for Christmas dinner at a relative’s, for which I needed five packages. The Good Tern had three. The staff told me there is a national paucity of cream cheese and a major producer is paying $25 to customers who forego making cheesecakes…

Camden’s Walk the Falls Tour

Camden Maine is famous for being "Where the Mountains Meet the Sea". But it's also famous for being "Where the River Meets the Sea", specifically the Megunticook River which cascades over the rocks at the head of Camden Harbor creating a spectacular waterfall,...

The secret verse missing from “White Christmas”

We've all heard the song White Christmas many times and kind of assume what it means. But, there is a first verse that most of us don't know about and puts the song in a whole different perspective. Check it out here:...

Santa comes to Vinalhaven

In 1952 Santa came to Vinalhaven, to the church, as he did every year, to separate the worthy from the unworthy. We all foundered in those tricky waters where worthy and unworthy were not so distinct. For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ.” -Romans 14:10 simply was not as scary as actually sitting in the judgment seat, in the lap no less, of one who knew for sure, not only when we were sleeping and when we were awake, but whether we’d been bad or good or worse, for goodness sake. This was, after all, the eighth annual church visitation from Santa in my own young life, and that was eight more times than I had even seen Christ, let alone sat in his lap.