I often think of Speaker for the Dead.
My parents died just as I was entering adulthood many years ago. They were both kind/accidental iconoclasts with lives that were unusual to the tune of 1 in a billion, or really, discretely unique, like all people perhaps. They bridged eras, continents, cultural inertias, familial blendings.
I lost so much... everything really, when they died. I have so many questions I forgot to ask, so many things I forgot to write down.
People are important. Even people who go unnoticed can have weird and niche insights.
I think of ImageNet. People are far more important and their lives and insights far less uniform. We miss much by letting all these people go without hearing them, without trying to understand them.
My parents died just as I was entering adulthood many years ago. They were both kind/accidental iconoclasts with lives that were unusual to the tune of 1 in a billion, or really, discretely unique, like all people perhaps. They bridged eras, continents, cultural inertias, familial blendings.
I lost so much... everything really, when they died. I have so many questions I forgot to ask, so many things I forgot to write down.
People are important. Even people who go unnoticed can have weird and niche insights.
I think of ImageNet. People are far more important and their lives and insights far less uniform. We miss much by letting all these people go without hearing them, without trying to understand them.