Feist on Sesame Street

Nothing could make me happier today…

Oh to be five (or four) again…?

Ships and Service in the Great White North

Yes, friends, there is still ice – and cell service – in the great white north. Having nothing with which to previously compare it, I’m not sure if it’s a whole lot, but we did sail by a real-live glacier or two on a ten-day cruise up in the northerly direction recently. I still feel a little wiggly and think I’m not done getting my land-legs back.

For better or worse, we spanned a large amount of water to get to Alaska and whatever ice it has left (at least in its southern Canada-like tail) in a giant ship. And that water was, we were to learn, often rougher than ever.

Once we surmounted that outside passage, we happily turned to the inside and followed the falsely named Lynn Canal, tracing the passages (and apparently sailing over some carcasses) of the old ships of would-be goldseekers. The farthest we pushed north was Skagway, AK.

Since the gold is long gone, I don’t believe any of these towns would exist anymore were it not for the visits of seven cruise ships a day throughout half the year, though we were interested to note that in all of our ports of call, cell service was excellent. Tracy Arm Fjord aside.

I’ll never forget that icy canyon, freezing at 6am, not getting so close to receding glaciers, seeing the four tiny white dots of goats clinging to the canyon walls, all the while lumbering away in a giant cruise ship that somehow seemed false. I almost hope we stole away before anybody noticed, but the receding glaciers probably know.

Another fine example of service in the great white north – Alaska blogging. Check out this one for just one fine example: http://alaskatheviewfromuphere.blogspot.com/

The views are often achingly gorgeous. I definitely want to go further next time.

Often, though, one of the best things about going away –

is coming home.

ps: But did I mention Canada? We had a lovely stay in Victoria. Canada feels like home.

Each of us bears the imprint

All journeys have a secret destination of which the traveler is unaware. — Martin Buber

On Musings with a Snake:

These are musings on the “realness” of experiential intelligence. With all this business in virtual reality, heads stuck in monitors, search results to synthesize and life in Second Life, it feels simultaneously utterly normal and astonishing to remember that it’s fundamentally different to actually go for a walk in the woods – the real woods:

Virtually everyone, upon hearing this story, recognizes intuitively the dramatic difference for the child between the snake on the trail and a snake on the screen. It is a difference quite obviously containing profound implications for learning. Getting a clean hold on the difference, however, is not easy.

The snake article goes on to point out that “To learn, a child must find an inner connection to the subject at hand.” In trying to design a project that collects cognitive essence (the project called Eventus), I keep wondering: How could we ever replicate something as simple (and complex) as a child?

I’m constantly rewarded by just thinking of my daughter. She’s watching and collecting just what’s right for this minute. Which reminds me of Jeff Jonas – and that the right question to ask TODAY might not be yesterday’s or tomorrow’s right question:

Jeff Jonas on Enterprise Intelligence

Should I respect the artificial connections the same as the ones in the woods? I would simultaneously fight it and work for it. We didn’t find a snake to date, but both my daughter and I can walk in the woods and be forever imprented by it – but never both in the same way. Spotted this quote the other day on the wall of the Jewish Community Center:

Each of us bears the imprint / Of a friend met along the way / In each the trace of each

My secret destination for the day.