In 1937, W. H. Auden published “O Tell Me the Truth About Love” inside a sequence called Twelve Songs. The poem is a list of comic guesses about what love might look like, smell like, sound like, do. Each refrain stanza ends in the same plea: tell me. The song is a young man’s question asked across a noisy room, hoping someone older will answer.
Continue reading → An Answer to Auden: The Truth About Love, 1937 to 2026
On March 25, 2026, at a Crain’s New York Business panel discussion of the city’s hospital sector, Mitchell H. Katz, MD, president and CEO of NYC Health + Hospitals, told the assembled executives what cost-cutting now sounds like in the largest public hospital system in the United States. “We could replace a great deal of radiologists with AI at this moment, if we are ready to do the regulatory challenge.” Sandra Scott, MD, who runs One Brooklyn Health, one of the city’s safety-net institutions operating on tight margins, replied that the move would be “a game-changer.” The exchange appeared in Crain’s coverage of the panel and was picked up by the radiology trade press within forty-eight hours.
Mechanized Morality is my free, insider, newsletter — and a faithful reader of that missive suggested I compress all the Mechanized Morality newsletter updates from 2016-2017 into a “Best of” book — just as I did last month for Boles Blogs, Vol. 8 (2017) — and, my friend, so I have!
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My body lives in 2014. My mind belongs to 2064. Yes, it can be a difficult task to physically be in one place — while the rest of you, and your wishes and wants and intentions — are fifty years in the future, but that’s the disconnected task of living in a virtual world with an INTJ personality; to be, rather than to seem.
Continue reading → Esse Quam Videri: How to Live in the Fifty-Year Long View
Teacher, mentor, friend, and philosopher Howard Stein died two years ago today at the age of 90 — and I still miss him every day — and yet his death strangely seems so far in the past as to be unrecognizable. Because of all the surgical procedures he had at the end of his life, Howard would often refer to himself as the “Frankenstein Monster” held together with stitches and sealing wax.
Jerald had an amazing life during the four years he was a high school student.
The years were so amazing that he spent most of his time in university, when he wasn’t attending classes, telling stories from when he was in high school.
Continue reading → Always Living in High School: Ten Sentence Story #146
How do we become wise? Is wisdom a gift, or is wisdom something practiced and acquired? Does wisdom know any age? Can a five-year-old child ever be wiser than someone who has lived 85 years?
A man walked angrily along the city sidewalk and unleashed rage when he brought up a particularly wealthy individual and the perceived misdeeds of this individual.
Continue reading → The Privileged Jerk: Ten Sentence Story #122
The Wild Heart
The Feeble Mind
The Rise of Starshine
When worlds crumble and universes collide, only the essence remains.
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