Thanks for the thought, Mary Ann. You can just go to any subscribe button in the story and chose the "paid" option, and it will allow you to upgrade from free.
Chapter by chapter. Well it worked just fine for Charles Dickens. Why do I think I know when they'll perfect the secret to eternal life? With my luck, a week after I'm gone. Lately I've been into "instructed memory loss. Every other day just to get into email, AT&T forces me to check the box that I forgot my password. I think you are right how shared memories are one way of prolonging life. Scary that so many of mine are in the iCloud and that's "full."
I'm interested in the philosophy of Transhumanism, I think through the testing of its theories and following experiments is where we will unexpectedly stumble across how consciousness arises from the brain.
Very touching tribute to Murph’s life and your lifelong friendship. When I was living in Abbot Hall, ‘68 - ‘71, there was a student who would play the piano in the lobby, usually on the weekends. He was amazingly talented. I’m wondering if it was Murph? Do you have a picture of him from those days?
Was almost certainly, Murph, Robert. I may have a pic around of him from those days in old scrapbooks. I'll take a look. He was not at Abbott until fall of 69, though.
Thanks for the thought, Mary Ann. You can just go to any subscribe button in the story and chose the "paid" option, and it will allow you to upgrade from free.
Chapter by chapter. Well it worked just fine for Charles Dickens. Why do I think I know when they'll perfect the secret to eternal life? With my luck, a week after I'm gone. Lately I've been into "instructed memory loss. Every other day just to get into email, AT&T forces me to check the box that I forgot my password. I think you are right how shared memories are one way of prolonging life. Scary that so many of mine are in the iCloud and that's "full."
I'm interested in the philosophy of Transhumanism, I think through the testing of its theories and following experiments is where we will unexpectedly stumble across how consciousness arises from the brain.
I hope I can live long enough to see this happen.
That was a great one.
Very touching tribute to Murph’s life and your lifelong friendship. When I was living in Abbot Hall, ‘68 - ‘71, there was a student who would play the piano in the lobby, usually on the weekends. He was amazingly talented. I’m wondering if it was Murph? Do you have a picture of him from those days?
Was almost certainly, Murph, Robert. I may have a pic around of him from those days in old scrapbooks. I'll take a look. He was not at Abbott until fall of 69, though.
Murphy truly came alive through your telling. Mortality is what makes each moment lived more precious.
Put a link so free subscribers can easily change to paid subscribers.