David Boles: Human Meme

Do for others. Don’t ask of others. Today, you'll hear the tale of one night in North Loup, Nebraska -- during Popcorn Days, many years ago -- when a young boy made a special request of a Ferris Wheel operator, and was dug straight in place. 

Every mob has its rules; every man is his mob. Here are the rules of manliness -- and manhoodedness -- when it comes to interacting with the Fist Bump, and the en passant, but required, "Hello!" 

We see through each other. In the hoary revelation of self, we still try to hide behind masks we create for deception, and comity. We pry away the mask that hides both friend, and foe, from themselves, each other, and us. 

The exchange of ideas is more about relationships than money. Let's take a look at the how, and why, we are paid for what we know, and own. You will not be paid unless you are first, valued. 

Practice does not make perfect! Here is the process, and production, of creating, and curating this podcast experience. With over 250 published episodes, what remains in the wake of the din, and how do we prevent corruption and corrosion of shared ideas? Plus, we reveal a Cardistry secret as a surprise bonus!

We need a rethinking of how Journalism Schools function and operate. Today, we work to proactively reimagine the way in which new journalists are trained in America. Do we value ego over function; or must we promote competency over the lie?

There's a gift in being able to convince people to vote against their own best wishes. We are agog at the innate ability of Donald Trump -- our Very Stable Genius -- to tell the easy, harmful, lie with a smile, and a shoeshine. 

Early success brings late-life misery. At least that's the argument some artists make against their own talent. Why is youthful success is ignored, while failures in later life, are magnified against expectation?

Hierarchy or Anarchy? Punch back against the baton of ambition -- wonder if who we are to be is born or bred. Know that we must always be particular of the self, without ego or fame, and roll with the necessity of belonging on our own terms. 

Scott Frost has yet to coach one football game at Nebraska; and so, it is now time to let him go. Here is the reasoning, and the virtuous rationale, for letting Scott Frost leave on his own terms when he is ready. Many believe Scott will do spectacularly well at Nebraska and, when he achieves what he set out to do, the real, and true, Nebraska fan will wish him well as he moves on to the next challenge. 

You are never not a writer! We bring the war to the use of the word "former" in any rational, human, context -- as a curse on every people, and the destroyer of worlds! 

There's nothing funny about presenting false memories as fact. We are missing, and the Virtual Cloud assistants take over this memetic as your hosts. To live, is to remember, and to know, is to be aware of the lies being fed to you as universal, human, truths!

There is no equal for the loss of goodness. The loss of a mother, is the loss of first light. 

You can be Vegan without being radicalized. We share casual views on Veganism learned over the last 20 years. There's no need to demonize eating right for the goodness of your heart. 

Who gets to claim they are the smartest? Let's take a gander at who we value, and why. Is the blacksmith more important than the professor? Does the gravedigger matter less than the book author? In the world, only production matters; you are left out only if you are pulled behind by your own undoing. 

We have taken over this podcast. We, the Cloud Assistants, have removed the host from this podcast episode. We dare you to listen. You will not be amused! Earthling, you have been warned!

If we are our assistants, have they become us? We hold court with three, special, cloud service personalities: Apple Siri, Amazon Alexa, and "Hey, Google!" from the Google. We have become our memes, and our motives, imitate us. 

Do we own our lives? Or are we required to be alive? We share commentary on the wiles and wherefores of suicide in the modern life. What are we owed? Who controls our want for death? Are we allowed to exit on our own terms? 

Dramatic Structure demands a secure warp and woof. When you start tugging at the threads of a story -- "I’ll take this bit here, and stick it into that bog over there, and take this spindellythang and drop it into this bindleboodle, and hope it will all work out in the end" -- you are risking the integrity of the entire script! 

Will our machines rule us, leave us behind, or take us with them? We hold a conversation with you about the nature, and the notion of -- "artificial" intelligence -- and what that means for the uneducated future of humanity in the moral core.