2026.06
Let's Discuss Algorithms
There's a point to be made, a cautionary tale to be told.
Wednesday, June 03, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Peaceful, steady dawn, the volume on today is set to easy listening.
Something I've been doing with Wonder Fell I haven't mentioned yet because not bringing it up is part of the point:
Let's discuss algorithms:
There's a point to be made, a cautionary tale to be told.
So many good intentioned creatives now spend time studying SEO patterns and the like when they could be making Art to share.
This is not all right with me.
Wonder Fell is, right now, showcasing the hazards of relying on algorithms.
Please take a moment, read this poem, and return to this post.
The 51st State has been published and available on X, Instagram, Facebook, Threads, Stubstack, Medium, and Bluesky for years.
With zero response.
Poetry and Art transcend what algorithms are for.
Wonder Fell is full of patriotic and poetic words of hope and healing for my Country in turmoil. Been here for years and advertised on most major social media platforms.
At present, I have more than three times as many readers in China than I do in The United States.
How is America kept from my words of hope while China enjoys them?
Our algorithms.
The good people of The Far East are just enjoying my humble wit, humor, and poetic ways.
The good people of America are drowning in a sea of bad selected for you by an algorithm news.
With all humility in mind, I've got a degree in Literature, over a quarter of a century worth of daily writing practice, and over four decades born and raised in The United States; I know a lot of Americans want to read my work.
Someone should tell the algorithms.
When we automate language evaluation to what computers can do, we're confined by machines. The human heart is left out of the assessment of value.
America if you're wondering where our National sense of compassion went: Now you know. Our algorithms can't interpret our metaphorical hearts.
Emotive understanding cannot fit in the walls of coded binary light. But it can be shared through words.
We do care about each other America; our algorithms don't. They can only rehash the past.
So if yesterday so many citizens viewed a tragedy online... well the software detects: "People want to see tragedy." And so the state of affairs on Our Country's screens.
I don't blame our software coders; they're not poets. They're out of their element now with AI. Language creation and what words actually do, and are for, is my work.
Feel free to look me up for a consult if you can find me through the algorithmic fog.
The solution comes down to personal responsibility as humanity adjusts to living with the reality of AI.
"Good morning Grok, show me some good news."
-Reader Who Understands Personal Responsibility
"Hey Google, tell me an inspiring story that happened yesterday."
-Reader Helping to Save Modern Civilization
There are plenty of good people doing good things everyday. Show them to yourself.
Our well-being and survival as a race depends on your choice to do so.
You found me. Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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What For?
Why sing a song, paint a picture, pen a poem when real estate is so easy to flip and stocks so simple to trade?
Tuesday, June 2, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Thanks for joining me in this experiment of language with the sunrise.
Every morning for the past couple years I wake and write with as much clarity, honesty, and concern... what's on my mind.
Because there's more to language than facts and figures. There's identity and the potential for beauty in every sentence shared.
With so many quick text hellos, so many business get-it-done messages, and AI prompts returned lighting up every screen, I thought a reminder of what language is really for might be of assistance.
To share the experience of being alive is what words are for.
Artificial Intelligence is using a video game to help you cheat on a test.
But Life is not an exam; it's an opportunity to make and know and experience and share beautiful relationships.
Words are more than tabulations; they express experience. We have no better tool for relaying what Life is about than the symbols, sounds, and shapes of language.
Today's sunrise electric blue sky. A slow steady breeze through the green leaves of a successful Spring.
Just as important for Life's success as the healthy shine of the firmament on new foliage is our experience of it. Why else be able to know anything at all if it's not mandatory for Life to endure?
Birds sing in the morning for the same reason dreams want to come true.
Hearts beat for more than Scientific reasons; what's music for?
Your heart is the metronome of your life. Your body is a symphony for your arrangement.
This morning's sky is the definition of blue. How does it matter that I noticed? What compels me to share the seeing with you?
My whole Life was a struggle to share my witness in words with you.
What for?
Why sing a song, paint a picture, pen a poem when real estate is so easy to flip and stocks so simple to trade?
Because I humbly know if so many people could see this morning like I do, so much suffering would end.
And so I write.
Thank you for reading. I do hope these words help you live a better day.
~ Wynn ~
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Our Words
We're responsible for everything we write every time someone reads it.
Monday, June 01, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Clouds like filters on photo apps enhance and change the pictures of reality.
Sun rises on an overcast sky, a maybe rain, perhaps blue sky weather forecast.
A cool easy breeze, the fully green leafed oak branches wave a gentle good morning.
Wonder Fell rolls on. Thanks for the company of your consideration.
The first day of June, Spring relaxes into Summer.
Today wants something new, that package with the two to six week delivery estimate.
Will it arrive today?
That's the feel in today's sunrise.
...
Do you remember when we used to talk to each other?
If you were born before the turn of the millennia you do.
Texting took the place of talking; there are consequences.
Our understanding of the powers of the written word are still juvenile.
Speech is ephemeral; text lasts.
Whatever we type we communicate every time it's read.
If you had a bad day two years ago and posted online about it, you're having a bad day now for the reader who just discovered the post.
Our words define us. All text is dead until it's read. Then, it returns to life. We're responsible for everything we write every time someone reads it.
Speech is a one time thing unless it's recorded. Then the rules of text apply to it as well.
Everything we see and hear online is a series of coded language: words translate every image and sound we share online. Every message you text a friend is filtered and translated first, as a rule, just so it can reach them.
I wonder about the purity of communication.
How does that extra step affect the message sent and received.
Ideally the experience of text messaging ought to be like passing notes in a classroom.
It's the social media bit that bothers the world at present. People treat the written word on social media apps like it's only a tool to decorate billboards. So many on social media sites these days consider language as only a means to advertise themselves.
Flashing Vegas-like neon billboards rule the social media sphere at present.
But the written word does more than sell, it also shows wonder, sings beauty.
I prefer the latter two.
If you've read this far, so do you.
The excitement of the newness of Internet communication caused a spectacle of daily firework shows.
Quick, oohs and ahs, shock treatments for a dulled by the sameness of Scientific thought world.
But the greatest firework ever lit is a star called The Sun. The show happens once a day, is the reason for day at all, for Life at all, for you at all. That show called: The Sunrise.
I celebrate it every morning here. A thank you note to whoever started that celestial firework show, whoever lit the Big that went Bang.
Thank you, as always, for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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