Thursday, January 29, 2015


Creditable “I” requires a "self-reference." One can assume that hearing "I" in a spoken sentence that the speaker is cognitive to the degree she/he can self-reference.

There are, of course, other examples which we will discuss later.

Ownership of "Person" is of paramount importance.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2015


Around 1979, one of our local legendary tech industry leaders introduced me to a fascinating person from Southern California.

He bought me a book, Godel, Esher and Bach - Douglas Hofstadter. Not so much a math guy at the time, I read it with great interest.

Jim Kirk (VIP) - Wrath of  Kahn (1982)

He told me that EyeDentify's product would have been of special interest to the so-called "spook" agencies (DIA, CIA, NSA etc.) Specifically for positive identification of translators of classified communication.

How might you consider identifying a person by reading one or both of his retinas with Hofstadter’s book?

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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Spontaneous Mixup

Still missing words or adding them. But the image in mind’s eye is clear … and decidedly more right brain in the mix. Or should I say, 'mashup'.

An informative dream last night. The playground Jill Bolte Taylor and Buddha desscribes. Feeling compassion like certain sentient beings do. Ricard speaks at TED again:

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Monday, January 19, 2015


Breezing through town on his way from Seattle to Portland. Fleetwood Mac playing in the car. He pitched a chip in the emerging integrated circuit industry.

The Motorola that Buffet invested in. Tektronix designed a product based on the early Mot' micrprocessor.

So, thanks to Tek's lead, I wanted to design my new product with this new kind of magic. Eyedentify was born.

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Saturday, January 17, 2015

All 'Roads' Lead 'Home'

Down the hill from Treehaven, a second place I would have called home.

Chewed up again by my employment path (damned ole radio), I took her there - fifty miles north in the neighboring state.

I woke up early the next morning, walking around the small field wondering what went wrong this time. Buried deep in my dismal reflection.

I felt something from behind. Alas, it was one of the horses nudging me from behind. As if to say, "I know you are lost, can I help."

My long-time friend, who's home it was said today, "I don't remember much about that time but I am not surprised those two horses would behave that way." Sometimes certain animals know just how a human feels.

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Friday, January 16, 2015

Open the Door

Identification and entertainment, a low-risk environment to work out the kinks of an appropriate threshold between false accept and false reject parameters. Think: iTunes/iCloud.

24 Hour Fitness has a forgiving biometric ID entry system consisting of a live fingerprint and a 10 digit number. I tried it early this morning. Smooth as silk. First workout was refreshing.

Sidechains to Bitcoin blockchains, trustless trust for the public good. Owned by all member individuals who abide by the interests of sentient beings and each other.

NOTE: Some of the foregoing in this BuzzTheHill post is not fictional. Consider its appearance here as a public disclosure and as such, to the degree something novel and not obvious to those skilled in the art has been discussed herein, the specific intent was/is to put it in the PUBLIC DOMAIN.

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Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Diamond, Stones etc.

She told me it was the devil’s music, Stones - Sympathy for the Devil. Being clueless and on the radio I wondered why she listened and called in.

Be, Neil Diamond from the sound track of Seagull (Bach) reminds me of her. She loved Diamond's music and wanted me to play it for Portland.

Daughter of a preacher man and tall. Wearing hi-heels, taller than I was. Inviting voice on the phone and an intellectual delight.

Sad that she has passed away.

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Saturday, January 10, 2015

Request Line

The mid-seventies, I worked the evening shift spinning records on the radio in Portland. For many years, the request line was a big part of my dysfunctional social life.

Let me explain:

There were several record suggestion lines coming into the radio station. "Working" them became high art -- of a type. A few were foxes, most - not so much. Volume got the numbers up.

The length of a song to make one's off-air pitch. Yes, the prime directive - different time, earlier technology - but same as it ever was.

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