Alcohol. I am thankful I am free of it. It’s funny to watch this guy in font of me hunt and peck for things on his iOS devices. I am tired this morning. Slept in my car. Mom was drunk last night. Felt wickedly angry and sad at the situation. We yelled at each other. I am still joyful. I packed my car with my computers. Listened to a Google AI talk this morning and was interrupted by the call to prayer. I’m too tired to think that hard. I’m hoping for better sleep tonight. Praying for healing at breakfast with mom. Alcoholism sucks. My sister is an alcoholic. My Mom is an alcoholic. I am not. This genetic mental thing needs to be explored. Can IBM Watson be used to track moods in families to discover mood genetic patterns? Is that nature or nurture? What are the alcoholism genes? I feel good on the road as a wandering yogi. That’s my role now.
Poet: Data, Climate Change, the West, and the Islamic World
Dr. Kaya Erbil
I make money any way I can to finish a book of poetry on climate change, the West, and the Islamic World. Been working on this book for eight years. Features a raw and gritty personal story of mental illness. The book explores themes around religion, and tries to place a framework around the current War on Terror/global Islamic fundamentalist jihad. Relates technology and weapons of war to their basic scientific origin, digging deeper to find their mythological sources. Ending with a 500 year time travel journey to illuminate the public on the Islamic origin of Copernicus’s discovery, Arabic language semantics are explored to ask why the West gained a 500 year dominance. Back to 2018, faced with the existential dilemma of climate changed induced geopolitical apocalypse I will compare Islamic finance to Western capitalism and prove it to be superior as a framework for modern ecological economic. All these poems point back to the fight between Ishmael and Isaac. They both will realize that perhaps Ruth or Mary were the ones we should have written more about…