i guess this would be the 200th post on the super robertson chronicles II. Wonder how many there were in the Super Robertson Chronicles... that old Dreamweaver site doesn't have a counter on it so it would be a dog of a job. I guess 200 is some sort of a milestone... you know how computers can correct grammar and all (not in this case)... well i was just thinking as i often do when i'm in mid blogaroo... well first i was thinking that it is a bit hot in this here kitchen , so i opened the window. Where was i... oh yea 3 dots and then a new random thought. OK so what if a computer could read a blogaroo and then judge it and then further classify it on some sort of scale and then give the Blogger some form of constructive breakdown in their statistics.
would computers judge art better than humans or is the mere question irrelevant on the basis of judging art and also insinuating the the Super Robertson Chronicles series is in fact art? For the record i don't think it is art... i think its a record of thoughts some of them misguided but yet present and dated.
I just went back to check my response to september 11, 2001... it hurts too much to think about that event that provoked a reaction that took our continent on the absolute wrong path. As they say hindsight is 20/20, but foresight shouldn't be blind... i remember thinking for a few days "this could have a silver lining" perhaps we will move away from oil dependence, and then Jim from work looked at me like i was an alien... "he's not going to do that, he is an oil man"... now i'm in a fowl fucking mood.
I actually feel like i should be able to sue the world leaders for causing me undue stress for the fool policies i have had to witness being implemented, which means of course the bad sales job on the public... and then the failure of the policy while all of the common sense sayers are villanized... and then the "who could have known" B.S. years later after all the money is gone. luckily for them there is a whole generation of trained consumers waiting to "buy Now"
man am i ever furious now... better listen to CBC radio 3 and try to calm down a bit.
oh yea i found out that it was September 17 2001 when i had that dream that became the song On frozen Pond
"September 17, 2001
Had a song dream today, the rare and illusive song dream, to remember and capture is next to impossible. But hey and old pro like super robertson doesn't wake for nothing...." Edmonton it's the same as its ever been and I hope the pond will freeze over" It was this reoccurring birthday song lead by some folky woman strumming a clock like an autoharp. We must have sang it 3 separate times... everybody sang in unison except on the third time she was early and i couldn't quite understand why .... then i woke up ..... it was a little boy's birthday and the song seemed to celebrate outdoor ice hockey rather than a birthday, but we all innately knew the lyrics. The only other noteworthy thing i can recall is that i became more of an observer, and my perspective moved gradually to the back of the room."
I have this other blog now called S Robertson's man parenting column, it would be about my experience as a dad of 3 little girls. When i write in that blog which i haven't lately i am more careful about what i write... to me the chronicles will all be about learning to articulate things. i do have this weird fear about writing about my kids as it is not their choice... if i make an ass of myself the it's just another day... but they still have a chance, a clean slate, a chance to make something of their own.
think ill go back to the party next door as the kids seem to be sleeping now
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