We are all born and someday we’ll all die. Most likely to some degree alone. Our aloneness in this world is, maybe not anymore, a thing to mourn.
Examples one finds in the philosophical literature are somebody who’s seen the trial of a child of theirs, where they’re being proved guilty of some crime that would drive the parent into a depression, maybe a suicidal depression.
In America, we may acknowledge Washington and Lincoln as great men, and probably Franklin and Jefferson and maybe Franklin Delano Roosevelt and possibly even several more, but we would probably disagree about precisely what it was that made them great, what it was that enabled them to give a lasting direction to the course of events.
I never wanted children; maybe I’m afraid of responsibility.
Basically, at the very bottom of life, which seduces us all, there is only absurdity, and more absurdity. And maybe that’s what gives us our joy for living, because the only thing that can defeat absurdity is lucidity.
Maybe we could think of science as being like a nuclear chain reaction in which people and ideas bounce off each other, and if critical mass is reached, a new field is formed.
When George W. Bush came into office, North Korea had maybe one nuclear weapon and verifiably wasn’t producing any more.
Maybe if people stopped thinking of themselves, and started thinking of the other sides of things, people wouldn’t hurt each other.
I received an honorary doctorate for my work. Maybe one of these works is considered the equivalent of a Ph.D.
With ‘Scratch,’ our goal is to allow people to mix together all kinds of media, not just sounds, in creative ways. We want people to start from existing materials – grabbing an image, grabbing some sound, maybe even bits of someone else’s program, and then extending them and mixing them to make them their own.