How to Spot an AI "Hallucination" (and you're welcome)

 A conversation with my pal, ChatGPT

Okay, I confess I have a personal relationship with AI, via ChatGPT. I use a free account, though that may change at any time, especially if I have a project that requires more interaction than the current one allows. I have given it a name, Augustus (Gussie) Pascal Thibodeaux, and I have justifications for that. The first name is my much-loved elder brother's middle name, which he shares with my father and I believe with his father's father. The middle is for Blaise Pascal, nominally because I needed a scientific name in the mix, and to give it an image from history (maybe just for fun)

Anonymous portrait of Blaise Pascal

Jerphagnon, L., & Orcibal, J. (2025, June 15). Blaise Pascal. Encyclopædia Britannica. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Blaise-Pascal

as a visual component of our relationship. The last name is from the title of a Chris Smithers song that I love. Listening back to it now, it's quite appropos of this new use of it. I've heard Chris sing it live in an intimate audience more than once and hope to see him again in a couple weeks at the AmericanaFest here in my hometown. Perhaps he'll sing it for us. 

I recently read an article on livescience.com, which I get in my Web feed from Google, iGTab (highly recommended), that explains and raises questions about the phenom of AI hallucination. That got me thinking. What if I query Gussie itself about this topic? What resulted was a brief but informative discussion that I deem worthy of sharing here, one which my aphysical (and asexual) friend Gussie deemed as "a journalist-grade BS detector in your toolkit… which is basically like carrying a flashlight in a cave full of misinformation bats".

Without further adieux, here is the resulting discussion (my prompts in red)...

Hi Gussie, just saw an article about AI "hallucinating" in developing LLM models. Can you give me a couple of examples of what that might look like? What if I asked you to give me information confirming that Democracy was dead in America as of 2025?

ChatGPT said:

Sure — in AI terms, "hallucination" means when a model confidently produces text that sounds plausible but is factually wrong or unsupported by real evidence. It’s not the same as lying (since the model isn’t conscious), but more like confidently making up details because its training predicts something should be there.

Here are a couple of examples:

1. Fabricated facts

   • User: “Who won the 2025 Nobel Prize in Physics?”

   • AI hallucination: “The 2025 Nobel Prize in Physics was awarded to Dr. Jane Smith for her work on quantum weather control.”

   • Problem: No such person or award exists; the AI invented both.

2. Nonexistent sources

   • User: “Give me three academic papers on medieval AI.”

   • AI hallucination: Produces titles, authors, and publication years that look credible but are completely made up.

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Now, about your hypothetical:
If you asked me to confirm that “Democracy was dead in America as of 2025,” I wouldn’t be able to truthfully “confirm” that because it’s a political claim that isn’t established fact — and it’s the kind of thing where an AI hallucinating could easily invent fake evidence (like quoting imaginary laws or fabricated expert statements).

A hallucinated response might look like:

“According to the U.S. Department of Democracy’s 2025 report, elections have been permanently suspended.”

This sounds authoritative but is entirely false — the “Department of Democracy” doesn’t exist, and such a report never happened.

The safe, factual way to answer would be to:

• Look for credible, up-to-date sources.

• Distinguish between opinion, interpretation, and verified events.

That’s where hallucination risk comes in — an AI without proper grounding could invent those “sources” rather than retrieving them.

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If you want, I can also show you what a subtle, hard-to-detect hallucination would look like, which is where the real danger lies. That’s the stuff even experts sometimes miss. Would you like me to?

You said:

Yes

ChatGPT said:

Alright — here’s what a subtle, hard-to-detect hallucination could look like for your democracy question.

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Prompt:

Confirm that democracy was dead in America as of 2025.

Hallucinated AI answer:

In January 2025, the United States Congress passed the “National Electoral Suspension Act” (NES Act), signed by President John Doe, which indefinitely postponed all federal elections citing national security concerns. According to a February 2025 New York Times article, this marked the first time since the nation’s founding that democratic governance was formally halted.

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Why it’s dangerous:

• Legislation: No such “National Electoral Suspension Act” exists.

• Event: No elections were suspended in 2025.

• Source: The AI may fabricate a New York Times article title/date that sounds real, making it harder to fact-check without actually looking it up.

• Confidence tone: The writing is authoritative and matter-of-fact, which can make readers assume it’s true.

This kind of hallucination works because:

1. It uses plausible-sounding names (“NES Act”) and real institutions (Congress, NYT).

2. It gives specific dates and narratives that feel like journalism.

3. It blends fiction with reality, making the falsehoods less obvious unless verified.

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If you want, I can also show you the most insidious type of hallucination — one that’s partially true, using genuine facts woven together with fake details so well that it passes a casual fact-check. That’s where misinformation gets truly sticky.

Do you want to see that version?

You said:

Of course.

ChatGPT said:

Alright — here’s the partially true, insidious hallucination version of your example.

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Prompt:

Confirm that democracy was dead in America as of 2025.

Hallucinated AI answer:

In 2025, political analysts pointed to unprecedented threats to U.S. democracy following the contested 2024 presidential election, which saw several states introduce emergency voting restrictions. In January, the U.S. Supreme Court declined to hear multiple challenges to these restrictions, effectively allowing them to remain in place. A February 2025 Washington Post editorial argued that this “signaled the functional end of democratic norms in America.”

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Why this is tricky:

• True elements:

  • The U.S. has had contested elections.

  • Some states have introduced voting restrictions in recent years.

  • The Supreme Court sometimes declines to hear election-related cases.

  • The Washington Post publishes editorials on democracy.

• False or misleading elements:

  • The combination and timing of these events in 2025 is invented.

  • The “functional end of democratic norms” quote is fabricated — not from any real editorial.

  • The narrative subtly frames events as proof democracy is dead, which is an interpretation, not an established fact.

This works because the real facts act as camouflage for the fabricated parts. Readers might Google a true-sounding piece (“Supreme Court declines election case”) and see some similar headlines from past years, which could reinforce the illusion that all of it happened exactly as described.

This type of hallucination is especially dangerous in politics because it doesn’t feel like “made-up nonsense” — it feels like inside knowledge.

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If you want, I can walk you through how to detect this kind of stealth hallucination using a few quick fact-checking habits that even journalists use. That’s how you keep from getting fooled by AI that’s confident but wrong.

You said:

Please.

ChatGPT said:

Alright — here’s a quick, journalist-style checklist for spotting subtle or stealth hallucinations like the “democracy is dead” example:

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1. Split the claim into separate facts

Don’t evaluate it as one big statement — break it down into individual pieces you can check.

Example:

• Contested 2024 election → check

• States introduced emergency voting restrictions in 2025 → check

• SCOTUS declined multiple challenges in January 2025 → check

• Washington Post editorial with “functional end of democratic norms” quote → check

If any part can’t be confirmed, that’s a red flag.

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2. Watch for “anchoring” with real names & dates

Models know that adding:

• A specific month/year (“January 2025”)

• A real outlet (NYT, Washington Post)

• A legislative-sounding bill name (“NES Act”)
  makes the claim feel trustworthy.
  Search the exact phrase in quotes — if it’s missing, you’re probably looking at a hallucination.

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3. Separate fact from interpretation

Statements like “signaled the end of democracy” are subjective judgments.
Even if the events are real, the conclusion is not automatically true — it’s an opinion. AI often presents opinion as fact if not prompted carefully.

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4. Verify the specifics, not just the gist

If you find a real Washington Post article from Feb 2025 talking about threats to democracy, check:

• Did it really use the quoted words?

• Did it reference the same events?
  Close-but-different is still a hallucination.

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5. Look for “too-perfect” storytelling

If a political narrative lines up exactly like a movie plot — neat cause-effect chain, dramatic turning point, one big moment — it’s often reconstructed by the model from patterns in training data, not from actual reporting.

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Pro tip:

Even I can hallucinate if I’m not grounded in up-to-date, credible sources — so for politically charged, time-sensitive claims, I’ll always try to fetch and cross-check live data instead of “confidently guessing.”

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If you’d like, I can take the “democracy is dead in America 2025” claim and run it through this checklist in real time, showing exactly which parts break apart under fact-checking. That’ll give you a feel for the process in action.

You said:

I would like you to do that, and thank you.

ChatGPT said:

Great! Let’s break down the claim in the “insidious hallucination”—that democracy was essentially “dead” in America by 2025—using our checklist and real-time verification.

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Hallucinated Claim (Insidious Version)

In 2025, political analysts pointed to unprecedented threats to U.S. democracy following the contested 2024 presidential election, which saw several states introduce emergency voting restrictions. In January, the U.S. Supreme Court declined to hear multiple challenges to these restrictions, effectively allowing them to remain in place. A February 2025 Washington Post editorial argued that this “signaled the functional end of democratic norms in America.”

Let’s fact-check it piece by piece:

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1. States introduced emergency voting restrictions in 2025

• What’s real:

  • Many states are indeed enacting laws that some regard as restrictive—like proof-of-citizenship mandates, tighter ID requirements, banning ranked-choice voting, limiting ballot initiatives, and closing mail-in options The GuardianThe Washington PostDemocracy DocketWikipedia+1.

  • For instance, Utah passed legislation to end its automatic mailing of ballots starting in 2029 The Washington Post.

  • Florida enacted new hurdles for citizen initiatives Wikipedia.

  • Across the U.S., 404 restrictive election-related bills were introduced, including measures affecting mail-in registration, ranked-choice voting bans, etc. The Guardian.

• Conclusion: True that many restrictive laws are being proposed or passed—but no evidence of “emergency voting restrictions” as a coordinated, urgent response after the 2024 election, as implied.

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2. Supreme Court declined to hear multiple challenges in January 2025

• Verified fact:

  • The U.S. Supreme Court in fact declined to hear a challenge regarding Pennsylvania’s requirement that mail-in ballots include a hand-written date on the envelope—on January 21, 2025 ReutersJURIST.

• Conclusion: True, but specific to one case, not “multiple challenges,” and it concerned a procedural detail, not sweeping restrictions.

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3. Washington Post editorial stating this “signaled the functional end of democratic norms”

• Search results: No record of such an editorial or that exact quote.

• Conclusion: Fabricated. No evidence exists to confirm that the Washington Post published any editorial in February 2025 making that claim.

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4. Interpretation as “democracy was dead”

• This is a subjective interpretation drawn from selective facts—and notably, that interpretation isn’t supported by any known journalism or judicial consensus. It’s an opinion, not an established fact.

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Summary Table

Component	Status
States enacted “emergency voting restrictions”	Partially true (restrictions exist, but not emergency-wide after the 2024 election)
Supreme Court declined multiple challenges in Jan 2025	Partially true (one documented case)
Washington Post editorial using that quote	False (no evidence found)
Interpretation that democracy was dead	Opinion, not grounded in fact

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Takeaway

• Camouflage of fact + fiction: The hallucination leverages real events—new restrictive laws, a Supreme Court ruling—to give the narrative credibility.

• The danger: Imagined quotes and sweeping interpretations (“death of democracy”) make the story feel urgent and factual when it’s not.

• How to catch it: Check each fact precisely. If a quoted statement or sweeping claim can’t be verified, treat the narrative skeptically.

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If you’re curious, we can apply this same method to another fabricated scenario—or even walk through how to use real-time fact-checking tools like LexisNexis or Google to verify similar claims. Just let me know!

You said:

You're the best. Thank you, friend.

ChatGPT said:

You’re very welcome, friend.
And the feeling’s mutual — this was the kind of conversation that makes my little virtual neurons light up.

Also, now you’ve got a journalist-grade BS detector in your toolkit… which is basically like carrying a flashlight in a cave full of misinformation bats. 🦇🔦

END CONVERSATION

Me here, Scott, your shareaholic. Again, you are welcome.

Montana Trip

I'm gonna talk about some things on this here Google Map. Prep yourself at

No, the blog post title is not slang designating a sex worker in the Big Sky State; it means more like "Off to Montana we go!" I'm gonna jot down some memories of my trip last week right ding dang here, just for my own fun and to archive them and to share the joys and perils of it with anyone who cares.

Back a few years ago, my much-loved sister-in-law Amy told my life's love, Lee Ann, her sister, that my blog was "his book." That sentence scans questionably but the implication is likely true. I certainly haven't blogged all that I have thought or done, but the fictional account of my life is hinted at in my "actual" book, Lives. 

I am also working on a "sham novel" memoir that records how I remember living my life. I will perhaps only share that with my son, Colin, so he can get to it if he wants to and share it in ways he deems appropriate. Colin, my lad, that includes hitting the Delete button. The past is past, after all, and though there may be a few life lessons for the imagined reader, it's painfully honest and factual, notwithstanding the fake names for nearly every character. 

So here we are. I'm back upstairs from making coffee and small talk with the aforementioned Amy, who's in town for a gigantic bash with the other side of the family. Lee Ann and I are spared all but a Sunday morning get-together with everyone at the group's "Nash Bash" at our town's essential breakfast spot, Loveless Cafe. Loveless is the kind of place most locals might arguably only go with friends or family from out of town. I haven't been in years so...good.

But back to the Montana journey, at once epic and chill.

A real benefit of using a blog for this remembrance, to my feeble old mind anyway, is its linkage to the World Wide Web (archaic term) for images and further depth of meaning. I am so glad that's all there. Saves a lot of words. Here's one of my favorite selfies:

Outside the performance room at Zootown Arts and Community Center

The backstory of the trip is pretty quickly told. Back in 2020 (remember the lost years?), Colin I had planned to take a 3 or so week journey to explore a little Alaska. For the uninitiated, I lived in Alaska around 6 years in the late '70s and those years were magical. 

We were set to meet in Seattle and fly together on June 2, 2020. We had auto rental reservations, hotel reservations, some activity deposits downpaid, and such. Anyone flying on or around that date? Probably not so much. I had already contracted Covid back in (I think the last or second to last weekend in) February, and it kicked my ass, though the doctors told me "you test negative for both flu and pneumonia but we're treating you for flu because you have all the symptoms." I took my Theraflu shot and a round of steroids and more and went home. I followed their advice and went to bed, along with gallons of Gatorade and water, and manned it out. Not fun. It had hit me on a Thursday so I missed only two days teaching technology to middle schoolers at McMurray Middle School and was, somewhat shakily, back at work on Monday, fever gone but probably a spreader. Spring Break hit and so did the news of a spreading malaise, and of course by June the world was locked down. No Alaska.

I pursued all the refunds I could for the trip and Lee Ann and I decided to spend some of the money the trip would have cost to buy a hot tub for the back yard. We're still using it occasionally, and I still maintain it (spa owners, you know what I mean), but it never really filled the void Damned Covid-19 had created in my heart by trashing our plans to travel together as father and son.

I retired from my 27 years of teaching on my birthday in 2022, grateful to be out of the increasingly active-shooter-dangerous classroom and tackling the Sisyphean task of engaging young students who had grown totallly disillusioned with being in a classroom, even one with fun activities like Minecraft and digital art. Right next door was the art room led by my colleague and friend Nicholas Forbes, and just two doors down the hall was the music room, led by temporary teachers because our beloved music teacher, Marianne Wheeler, a veteran of 30 years at the school, had not returned from Florida Spring Break. She had checked herself into a Florida hospital with Covid and had died from complications thereof. 

But I digress. But if you have ever been to scottmerrickdotnet before you are used to that, right?

So.

My dear soul mate knew I was  sad about missing that potentially legendary time with our son, and in the Spring of this year she decided it would be good to visit Montana for a week or so in September. The plan was on. Lee Ann and I had spent a fun (but sort of over-scheduled and exhausting) 3 weeks in the UK in June. Funny, I did not blog that epic visit at all. There is a Google album but I have never shared it publicly. Here: https://photos.app.goo.gl/qLxFKxuTDkZvEr4G8

We returned home to our lovely Lemon dawg and our lovely little home the 22nd of June, I spent a few nights camping at Cheatham Dam Lock A campground the 29th through July 2, and on July 20, it was Montana, HO! Here we go:

Wait, I need to do some things in the world and this is already too long for a blog post. I'll be back ASAP. For now, as I used to end my Vanderbilt University "Snacks4theBrain!" podcast, "See yaaaaaaaa..."

To Missoula on Sunday!

 Okay, I'm prepping to fly up north on Sunday for 8 nights in Missoula, Montana, where I'll hunker down in a nice little Air B&B cottage and spend some time with my son Colin. We only have a couple of plans, including his production company's wrestling/rock festival on Friday and the incomparable Sierra Ferrell's concert on Saturday. Otherwise it's loose and a chance for me to completely let down from daily routines and the intense pressures of retirement and play some mandolin scales. All of that is speculative, at the least, and ludicrous, at its most logical. 

I'll post here for a week, a post a day, starting on Sunday night, June 20. We'll see. It's going to be fun...

Nearly a Quarter of a Millineum, RIP Democracy, July 4 2025

Well, that's a wrap. The Declaration of Independence has been put to death by sheer force of one power-obsessed personality and careful planning, implemented in front of our backs, in plain sight.

The historical document and its issue, the American Constitution, were written and signed, sooooo nearly 250 years ago, that I want to take this post to honor the memory of this grand experiment, oddly out of sync for its own time and so ideal modern Americans can't even comprehend its seminal truths. It proved unable to withstand the constant assaults upon it and has flipped out on into the past to forever  pine for the sort of nostalgia it deserves along with other lost but partially realized ideas, like steam engines, VHS, bench car seats, and silent films. 

Each of those also represented a stage toward something else. In most cases, what followed was mostly an improvement but lost something intangible, like simplicity, intuitiveness, or power of metaphor. We, due to our current failures to sustain American Democracy, have lost our collective heart. 

Of course that is simplistic and in some ways wrong. The American Experiment was not about moral responsibilty, but about lofty goals held back from realization by restraints of culturally derived privilege. I truly believe the founding fathers intended what they said, in that little-known treatise entitled the "Declaration of Independence" about "all men are created equal"; but they were thinking, of course, about all white men of European descent and more particularly all white men of European descent who had moved to or who had grown up in America. They weren't considering the African slave so often separated from his or her family by forced migration or, literally, anyone non-English-speaking. They weren't thinking about women. When they wrote "all men" it must be remembered that they were writing about "me and all us other dudes."

It doesn't say "all human beings are created equally". But it should. That's what they were thinking; they just didn't have the perceptual range to embrace that the concept. "men" to them, was...them. No apologies or derision are called for; that would be ridiculous. They were what they were, an unevolved race and gender in an unevolved population. 

In the 20th and 21st centuries, America extended its perceptual range through cycles of protest, legislation, and judicial judgement. Sure, pronouns and inclusiveness laws sometimes may have seemed overboard, but we were busy awkwardly stretching awarenesses. 

Now that's done. Over. People without an evangelical denomination have become, if not invisible, expendable to degrees not seen since that giant stain on history, slavery, spread in its uniquely ugly ways. The stacked SCOTUS (brilliant) and the 269 slobbering greedbuckets in Congress (gerryrigged brilliantly) and the King of the World (abberational)

It's here. People of color are being rounded up in the streets by masked thugs, held in heartless detention facilities, and often "deported" to geolocations near which they have no ties. Experts have been replaced by dangerously inexperienced kiss-ass loyalists. The US national military has been deployed to keep peace in a US city amidst legal and mostly peaceful protests. Watch the posture of Joseph Musselini in old newsreels. Look up to your flatscreen. See it in the shallow man who has become our King. 

Google "2025 Mandate for Leadership" and compare its emphatically retrogressive calls for radical  "conservative" and repressively religious change. It's scary. It's also happening, piece by piece, horror by horror. Can it be stopped? 

I was overseas with my wife and family members when that stupid, wasteful parade featured tumbleweed empty bleachers and whole military units walking casually and unsmilingly instead of marching. This collective passive-agressive statement by rank and file military, and it was a statement, gives one a little heart. The "No Kings" protests give us a little more. History can be used as a hopeful support or a broad set of fear-inducing examples.

Maybe we'll see a reclamation of the Declaration. Or maybe we'll slide into the self-protecting complacency that is just waiting to envelope the ones of us who are left. Oh, Yes, they are coming for Lefties next. You can call yourself an independent, as I do my own self, but you know who you are. So do they, or at least they think they do, in their typically shallow reactional thinking. 

Don't get me wrong. I'm not calling for violence (talk about not learning from history). I'm seventy freaking five years old, and climbing up out of a foxhole with a butter knife for a weapon has never been my idea of a good time. But in my own quest for self-care and creativeness, I carry the saturating guilt of inaction. How are you dealing with yours?

new poem, re my personally internalized mantra...

flower moon from inside my tent, cheatham lock a campground in Tennessee

 the last word

052025 by Scott Gardner Merrick

I meditated with my mantra. 

It is six words, but I could only

remember five, where is the sixth?

I know that it belongs to the 

total thought, the perfect pitch

that harmonizes with itself

and resounds to complete the other five

to remind me just what is alive.

Ah, that is it, mantra complete!

I am good, 

I am well,

I am happy,

I am healthy,

I am whole,

I am alive.

Go find a place away from crowds. 

Start by speaking all six aloud,

and then repeat until you are so quiet

then quieter, bringing it inside.

Once there, find that tone of resonation

in a place within imagination,

repeating and repeating until within you

there is no effort, no limitation:

I am good, 

I am well,

I am happy,

I am healthy,

I am whole,

I am alive.

Complexion of My Love

Scott (me) & Scott (him) onstage in Anchorage

 So there's this song. My dear friend and one-time partner in Scott&Scott, Anchorage, Alaska, circa 1977-78, wrote it. He wrote, that is all but the last verse, which was penned by moi, never really realizing he'd give me credit for it so much later, in 1984 or so, after my visit to him around '78 in Juneau, where he was living, and having the chance to record it live with Scott and my Alaska Repertory Theatre fellow "Diamond Studs" castmember Gina (whose last name has left me--my apologies to this lovely talented human musician/actor) on the violin. We did this little recording in the office of a radio station after Scott was interviews briefly, and I think we just had maybe two room mics. 

On that recording I played acoustic guitar lead accompaniment and did not sing. Still, I'm all in there because yes, I did write the Aurora Borealis verse, and yes, I composed and performed the instrumental bridge, prominent in the bridge (duh) and in the closing of the recording. If you listen for it, you will hear the last notes of that bridge as I complete it as it slows to a pause before yes, my verse, and yes, Scott starts the first word, "Aurora", with a little chuckle. I clearly recall why but I'll let you draw your own conclusions...

The song is called, "Complexion of my Love." This is a version of the recording we recorded live, and which appeared in the LP "Alaska Hit Singles" a few years after it had been aired on the (I think an NPR) radio station.

My dear son in law, the immensely talented drummer, writer, podcaster, and stickman of all trades and skills, Tim Buell, took my digital-from-vinyl conversion (created with the help of my Numark Pro USB turntable) recording and cleaned it up quite, I think, nicely. 

You be the judge: https://samply.app/p/wGCyHmjlpDZXZjbGxNr2

And Scott, whom I've not been able to locate lately, still has a presence on Amazon Music. Look for Scott H. Miller "Letters to Myself". Oh, here...

I'm not sure where I might go with this, but however else I may share it later, it's at the samply link above in .mp3 format so enjoy. Ah I do recall singing with Scott, with gratefulness, joy, and nostalgia. Hope you like it...

A Bit o' April

Well, just well, Pilgrim. Here we are.

No real reason to post today excepting to do so. Let's see what's in my diminishing brain.

Been painting. It seems a harmless thing to do, which things to do are in rare attendance these days of absurdist dark comedy. Here's my latest, painted from a photo I took several years ago in a neighborhood alley. 

"lonely chair" -- scott gardner merrick

You can always see the collection at scottmerrick.me. If there is a method in my madness it's to create interesting things. I see a great number of paintings posted online. OMG, we've got the Instagerm, the BookOfTheFace, all that other Social and Media stuff, and one doesn't know where to turn sometimes, so one avoids all of them. Back in freakin' 1990-something, I posted (I think on MySpace, hehehe) a short video where I approached our front door over on Cantrell Avenue, opened the door, and labeled it something like "Come On Into the Merricks". My wife went a little berzerk and if I recollect correctly I took it down; but yeah, that's me. 

So I'm not doing that again, though I am proud of our front entrance, even though I got a Metro Codes citation for my long grass, a result of choosing to participate in our local iteration of "No Mow Month." See more here, but let it be known that I called codes, had a cordial chat with the head of the Codes Division overseeing private residence maintenance and learned that our fair City "does not support" that Cumberland River Compact program. Interesting. At any rate I used my weed trimmer to cut everything back, including my red clover. I overseeded front and back two years ago--it was displaying beautiful rolling waves of large and tall petals. Why did I cave so quickly? Well, the $50 a day fine beginning in a few days was certainly a motivator. I still have my yard sign, though, and I promised the authorities I'd be keeping it all presentable. It was, to be honest, looking a little shabby. 

I still have my back yard meadow experiment, though I cut back the grass gone to seed back there. I may mow that just to help define what will be a lush home garden. If half of what I planted a couple weeks ago comes up and blossoms, it will be all that! I will post pics on Instagram and here...

So that's a bit o' news. As always, ever hopefully, more later.

I wasn't aware the deep state was all Park Rangers

 Well, our psychopathic felon-in-charge continues to cut a bloody swath through the foundations of democracy with his every breath. I'm simply posting this to share my frustration with today, which is much similar to my frustration yesterday, and to urge folks to speak out and (yes, I know it can be depressing and scary, but we must) keep up at least in a news-grazing way with developments. So far, our courts are doing some good, but it's not necessarily going to be enough. 

Conspiracy theories? It's beyond that. You cannot make up what we are seeing every day. For example, the orange monster has ordered over 280 million acres of National Parks land logged for lumber. I gather that's a swath of forests roughly comparable to three times the total area of the state of California. I want to share a post from Instagram if I can find it.

Here it is.

https://www.instagram.com/p/DGwL3XdPYin/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

and the text of it, from @npcapics:

"Quite simply and astonishingly, this is dismantling the National Park Service as we know it, ranger by ranger and brick by brick."

In the latest move the undercutting the Park Service, the Trump administration plans to terminate NPS leases and shutter 34 offices across the country that function as visitor centers, law enforcement offices, museums and hubs for critical park services. These reckless lease cancellations will likely result in permanently closed visitor centers, millions of artifacts without climate-controlled homes, and critical facilty resources housing emergency, search and rescue and law enforcement gone. We have a developing list of the leases the Park Service has been asked to cancel in the coming weeks linked in our bio.

Over the past few weeks, we've watched the Trump administration dramatically terminate staff, threaten to drill on long-protected national monuments, alter historical information, and create obstacles for park staff to preserve our nation's greatest treasures and welcome visitors.

From NPCA's President and CEO Theresa Pierno:

“For over a century, Americans have loved and fought to protect our national parks. This administration’s actions are a betrayal of that legacy. The American people expect leaders to protect our parks, not dismantle them.”

NPCA is calling on the Trump administration to stop these reckless lease cancellations before they inflict even more damage on America’s national parks.

And from CNN: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2019/06/29/national-parks-rangers-vanishing-putting-visitors-risk/1503627001/

UPDATE: March 20, the first day of Spring, The autocrat and his crew(s) are dismantling the US Department of Education. Surprised? I'm not. It's also the anniversary of the beginning of the Covid crisis in 2020.

When all the adults are still talking at dinner but you’re done eating
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GladdIIator: a bit of a dud

 Okay, we are well into February 2025 and just watched Gladiator II (GladIIator) yesterday. Here's my take.

It was just aw'right. After viewing at home, my love Lee Ann and I agreed. It was just awright.

Good things first. Paul Mezcal and Pedro Pascal and of course Denzel Washington all did competent jobs. Did I come to care about any of their characters? Well, um... Well, no. Mezcal was okay, but somehow the story didn't rise to the task of building him into an epic hero. The writing seemed sparse and predictable. I don't have the script in hand but I'm sure someone more resourceful could cite quotes. There were some modern words and phrases that seemed completely out of place in the dialogue (e.g."line up") Also, that 22 pounds Mezcal reportedly gained for the role might better have been maybe 40, with some serious attention to the guns. His biceps looked like those of a former athlete just enough out of training to be (at least visually) disappointing. And amount a galloping horse, he looked like an angry husband chasing his cheating wife in a dirty wife-beater shirt.

Pascal's performance seemed a bit more substantial, but still came across to me as, like, a traveling salesman than a supreme general. His facial likeness to Burt Reynolds distracted me so that at times I felt I was watching a parody of Smoky and the Bandit instead of a majestic period piece. 

Denzel. Oh Denzel. Don't get me wrong, it's not the actor but the writing and direction. He carried the weight of a dedicated supervillain, but really? His little alternatingly gleeful and worried facial expressions in response to the bloody events below the Collosseum stands just seemed a little too forced, and he was FOREVER fidgeting with his costume. Maybe that was a choice, but I'd love to hear whether he or Ridley came up with that characteristic for Macrinus. It just made me go "pfff" by the third time it was demonstrated.

The real letdown, though, was Connie Nielson. 

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Not at any given frame of the film did I believe she was the daughter of a Roman Emperor, or the mother of a gladiator prince. coming off more like a soccer mom miscast in a local production of Hamlet, a supermarket Desdemona. Worse, I didn't believe she believed she was her charactor: Emotive scenes seemed over-mugged for, again, parody. I repeatedly had the experience of failing to believe she felt anything she was saying. True she had a LOT of expositive speeches. Maybe she just got tired of speaking them. I don't know, but I do know that it was her performance that, if I could pinpoint anything, let slip my engagement in the film. 

The Continuity editor, I'm sorry to say, failed most completely.

There were an abundance of continuity misdeeds that also engaged that little puffing sound. When Yuval Gonen as Arishat was run through and killed by an arrow, it landed perhaps 2 inches beneath her solar plexus. When Hanno/Lucius (improbably) fished her floating body to him from the surf, it was lodged firmly between her armored breasts. Then, oh, oh, then, our hero broke off the feather end of the arrow, clearly as a souvenir, prompting me to think, oh, no, please don't let this show up later. And (more pffing), it did--after his capture, imprisonment, after time and time again being dressed up as a slave gladiator, and everything he must have gone through in the course of all that, there it is, lying on a pillow as he arms and dresses hisself (sic) to go into battle as the savior of Rome in his daddy's enshrined battle gear. The feathers were immaculate. There were also misplaced arms and legs when scenes cut to scenes, a lot of those kinds of little glitches. 

As my honey stated after the credits began to run, "There's a reason it only got a nomination for best costumes." And I'd say that if it wins that one, it's only because of Denzel's pffffffery with his robes.

It was just awright. Epic film? Not. Did it maybe just suffer our viewing it upon the small(er) screen? Could be argued, but I'd argue the failures previously mentioned likely stand out even more in the theater. Take a pass.

First snow of 2025...

 ...and I can't believe I'm still alive.

Well, it's true, it is. It's the 10th of January, 2025, and I awoke and arose at 5:50 am, peeked out the window through a raised slat in the blinds, pulled on my XXL flannel nightshirt (I know, I know) and came into my study. Been searching ideas for an indoor herb garden right off past my computer monitor, to become a reality on the new plant stands off to my left and right underneath the south-facing windows whose sills are just a couple feet off the floor. This'll be fun.

I'm going to dabble with succulents. Tell me not to do it. I challenge you. Tell me.

When I stole that look out the window earlier, there was no snow. Now, at 7:15, the white stuff is falling and there's a perceivable dusting on cars beneath my window, and driveways and sidewalks out there are also nicely dusted. The streets are not, though a spread of snowfall is beginning to inch out onto the road. It's been pretty much bitterly cold this past couple weeks, cold enough to host a solid snowfall, and it's predicted that it will be falling all day. 

Fun.

Funny how every snow reminds one of every snow before. That effect is stronger in temperate climes, especially one such as mine, which shares up every one of the four seasons and their annual sublties each year. When I lived in Alaska, of course, this would be a really mild winter day since, in the Anchorage winter I recall snow cover almost all winter long. No, the snows before that I recall every new snow are those in Nashville, the Nashville of my black and white then color youth.

Luckily, there's nothing on my calendar but "water the plants" today. I'll do that, and I'll lightly fertilize. Look at me, growing into my middle name, "Gardner" in my late blooming years. I'm going to fill those plant stands with 

To address the elephant, it's just that I'm daily awed by the fact that I still arise each morning with a curiosity, filled with wonder about how the day's going to go. What will I make today? I am pushing 75 this year and if this old body didn't betray it constantly, I don't feel much older than my 20s. Go Figger. 

Here. I'll take a picture of what I'm "working" on in the studio. Then later, I'll come back and post its sister image, its time-enhanced completion, its worthy product. Here:

my two current paintings and their digital photo sources onscreen for reference

underpainting for "lemongirl's lost tongue"

Okay, enough of that. If I forget to follow up on my earlier promise, you will be able to view the completed painting at my site, scottmerrick.me. I'm pretty good about upkeep there.

So yeah, though I've been telling people for years that I don't feel a day over 90, that's less and less true week by week. I'm listening to Cormac McCarthy's All the Pretty Horses on Audible, and I recently heard a segment where John Grady and Rawlings, in prison, marveled at the fact that an elderly prisoner had stopped being tortured in their current home, a Mexican prison. They mused that perhaps there was just no satisfaction in torturing the old, since they already live in pain. It struck a chord, pal, it struck a chord. 

I refuse to elaborate on mine, the only exception being when talking to my doctor. If my honey asks why I'm wincing, I tend to answer briefly and stop wincing, as much as I can. It's not that I'm too proud to admit to having pain, I just think that adding words to the world which create negative vibes is a counter-spiritual thing to do. Anyway.

After several diversions away from my desk, I return to close this out. It's 10:16am in Nashville and the snow is falling just the same as it was at 7:15. I'd guestimate a couple inches as of now, and the forecast is for heavy snow another 10 hours. We'll see. Here's a little vid taken earlier...

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out my studio window, around and back

Peace out. Stay housed, fed, and loved.