Transferring Un Village Francais for a friend following our conversation a week ago about WW2 stories. I liked this series so much, supplied me so many stories and details. More dimension about understanding the French perspective which in turn illuminates other stories of life under occupation. I guess those of us who do not believe in free will conclude already we are living under forced occupation, like parasitoid wasps. I haven’t figured out what improvisation means in terms of free will but it sure pisses off a lot of people that my focus in graduate work is seeing life as improvisation. Those miffed think I’m challenging them to a duel but nosiree Bob. At bedtime my daughter said she’s scared robots will take all our jobs away. I said they only will free us up to do other things. She asked are we robots? I said it seems like a lot of life is programmed, like are you making your kidneys do their job? She said tell me a happy story. I told her about my Ami, my dog when I was a kid, and how he would howl when the highest notes on my harmonica were blown. She laughed hard. If we are robots how would we know? Does a machine know it is a machine? If so, what does that even mean to the machine if the form it inhabits is all it ever has experienced? That’s the thing about that unique moment/ splace in improvisation, the one you lose as soon as you try describing it. It contains a reality of both knowing and unknowing. Like perhaps the actual promise of free will.