Thoughts on technology

You can chose to play bridge at a club, or online.

If you’re short on time but you’re still keen on staying alert and fresh in your bridge endeavors then it’s a must to play whenever you can.. like you know: on your way forth and back from work, when you’re stuck in traffic, in a queue of your choice, or waiting for the sleep to come.

So your close friends must be the GIB robots from BBO (Bridge Base Online). You can buy them for a period of time (say a day) and use them to play for money. Or you can open a table with 3 other robots for a quickie.. like a game of 4 or an unlimited stream of hands. You get the picture..

But my take is from another angle. So for every one of us lonely and sad players of bridge there is a potential of 3 robots ready and willing. Are they smart enough, well that’s another story. However, they are there!

But let’s extend this: for every one of us sad and lonely human beings there is always a computer waiting (if you don’t have one or yours gets some ransomware.. ha ha – again another subject but still very close), and there’s also another:

  • smartphone waiting
  • smart fridge waiting
  • smart TV waiting
  • smart car waiting.. Tesla
  • smart wearable waiting
  • tablet
  • RF chip
  • something technical smart and ready enough to help us out
  • Software (in all of them)

Help us.. you say!

Hmm, the other day my little one asked an interesting question, when do numbers finish, as in 1, 2, 3..

Well, my question of same sorts would be: where does smart pieces of technology finish?

Are these numbers double / triple (in stocks waiting to be shipped, or live and kicking) more than humans! Somehow we, humans live and kicking, have created a dormant army of devices which at the moment help us out.. still.

 

Advertisements

Prayer for parents

(‘Ruga pentru parinti’ by Adrian Paunescu, he was a Romanian poet, journalist and politician, 1943 – 2010; this is my interpretation from original)

 

Enigmatically silents
Almost finishing their craft
Near us but they’ll depart
Our sweet dear, dear parents.
Oh God please call them, back
All their hardship long and done
Call and make them young once more
Even younger than we are.

 

For the ones who gave us birth
Issue something just because
And delay their passing cross
Bless them start afresh on earth.
They payed off all of their life
For their children’s many bungle
Oh God keep them all alive
Keep them parents who’ll be gone.

 

Pay attention how they go
Pay attention how they’re gone
Candle’s light this crib alone
They are silent like a snow.
Illnesses of soul and flesh
Take us all into our grave
Whilst we’re here, while they are
Hang in near to your parents.

 

And this earth keeps filling in
Saying goodbye rips us apart
Why oh why, my dear father!
Why oh why, my dear mother!
Oh and why these longest faces
My dear daughter and dear son
I’m the one who’s time is closer
My dears I’ll go too in little while.

 

Why oh why, my dear father!
Why oh why, my dear mother!
You be safe, my dear son!
You be safe, my dear daughter!
Oh dear father, oh dear son,
Oh dear mother, dear daughter.