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Showing posts with label technology. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Those were the days, my friend...
...I hope they never end:
Clutter -Trashy or Treasurable?
She walked into her daughter's bedroom.
The life history of a child stared back at her as if it had a life of its own.
Had much changed in three thousand years?
When were parents first required to keep their children at home until age 100? Her grandmother was a grandmother by that age. By accident, of course, but that can still happen.
Now that perpetual living is affordable for most average citizens, some experts predict that a typical childhood may last a few hundred years.
For the wealthy who've supported perpetual living methodology refinement for a couple of thousand years, reproduction is put off until adults have experienced their fourth or fifth childhood.
After reaching 100, her daughter insisted on stopping birthday parties in her honour. Instead, she held memorial services for ancestors who didn't have access to natural life-extending health benefits.
Today might be the day to push her daughter into a housing unit of her own.
But what would she do with the room?
How do you preserve childhood memories that are represented by inanimate objects?
The animated ones had already left to create memories for themselves, some living in species-neutral dormitory housing to learn alongside college students not privileged to give "birth" to new lifeforms in their childhood, like her daughter had, to get over the mothering instinct that crops up even in today's enlightened society.
Her daughter would have to adjust to a life without having a mother to run the household. At 500, it's time to find a companion with whom you'll select the genetic material to carry on your combined best learning/socialising methods.
Somewhere back on Earth her great-great-great-great-great grandfather was still alive and running a business empire he'd inherited a thousand years ago. Would he take in her daughter and teach her how to adjust to a life of her own?
The life history of a child stared back at her as if it had a life of its own.
Had much changed in three thousand years?
When were parents first required to keep their children at home until age 100? Her grandmother was a grandmother by that age. By accident, of course, but that can still happen.
Now that perpetual living is affordable for most average citizens, some experts predict that a typical childhood may last a few hundred years.
For the wealthy who've supported perpetual living methodology refinement for a couple of thousand years, reproduction is put off until adults have experienced their fourth or fifth childhood.
After reaching 100, her daughter insisted on stopping birthday parties in her honour. Instead, she held memorial services for ancestors who didn't have access to natural life-extending health benefits.
Today might be the day to push her daughter into a housing unit of her own.
But what would she do with the room?
How do you preserve childhood memories that are represented by inanimate objects?
The animated ones had already left to create memories for themselves, some living in species-neutral dormitory housing to learn alongside college students not privileged to give "birth" to new lifeforms in their childhood, like her daughter had, to get over the mothering instinct that crops up even in today's enlightened society.
Her daughter would have to adjust to a life without having a mother to run the household. At 500, it's time to find a companion with whom you'll select the genetic material to carry on your combined best learning/socialising methods.
Somewhere back on Earth her great-great-great-great-great grandfather was still alive and running a business empire he'd inherited a thousand years ago. Would he take in her daughter and teach her how to adjust to a life of her own?
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Snowmelt
"Why," you ask, "do you not discuss the Australian floods or the news about Chinese stealth fighters?"
Have I not been talking about them in the abstract?
States of energy are fully connected.
Sheng Keng Yun's "The Longevity Book" is connected to Spalding Gray's "Impossible Vacation" is connected to A. V. Gronicka's "Essentials of Russian" is connected to Bob Mullan's "Mad to be normal: conversations with R.D. Laing" is connected to Saban's timbre in national television talk that reveals nervousness about possible alleged recruiting violations.
Some have begun celebrating the 150th year after the start of the American Civil War (a/k/a The War Between The States; a/k/a The War of Northern Aggression).
Meanwhile, Sudan looks to break in two.
Flux.
Solder.
Glue stick.
Thread.
Business cards.
Chatterboxes all over the virtual...strike out the last phrase.
Our species will do what our species does, communicate via all means possible.
If my DeathClock is still tracking my average end of life, I have 14766 days to catch up on my sleep.
While I read over the extensive set of results that my computer programmers gave to help me sleep, I have to ask myself if I need to read the results anymore.
Should I follow the example of financial experts and punch my analyses back into the computer network as a feedback system that generates parameters for the next set of simulations?
Would that be the best way to get myself off the Committee of 7.5?
We already simulate just about everyone with any direct or remote connection to modern society.
We already actively tweak simulations of you on the fly, getting closer and closer to anticipating your occasional random acts of kindness/violence (as I have shown you here every once in a while).
I have no secrets worth keeping from others because I know that hidden information constricts/restricts the optimisation of the system of states of energy we call our species' interaction with the global ecosystem.
I know, also, that we can't put the average four-year old in the cockpit of a modern jet fighter and expect a perfect carrier landing.
There's a difference between systematically suppressing information from most people and providing information to a person as that person's readiness to understand increases.
Civilisation is a fiction we agree to perpetuate together on an individual basis.
The hours, minutes and seconds of a day do not exist, from which we could infer that a day does not exist, but circadian rhythms do so what do we say then?
Do-be do-be do, of course!
I have practiced this style of spiraling circular writing for almost 40 years now. It is my form of self-deprecating, society-referential humour to keep me from laughing in the face of people trying to convince me how seriously right/correct they are (including myself, of course).
When death no longer matters because self no longer exists, well...life is just a matter of the interplay of states of energy - politicians are the same as Persian rugs and squeezing more productivity/profits out of employees is the same as picking the right book for bathroom reading.
Often, the narrative of our social connections reads like a poorply-written play [sic]. This blog attempts to rewrite the script, removing time as a key element.
Every moment teaches us a lesson when we're paying attention.
What can you see outside the recurring themes of your comfortable life? Most of us don't even if we can and that's okay. We're born that way.
Enough from this chatterbox today - time for lunch!
Have I not been talking about them in the abstract?
States of energy are fully connected.
Sheng Keng Yun's "The Longevity Book" is connected to Spalding Gray's "Impossible Vacation" is connected to A. V. Gronicka's "Essentials of Russian" is connected to Bob Mullan's "Mad to be normal: conversations with R.D. Laing" is connected to Saban's timbre in national television talk that reveals nervousness about possible alleged recruiting violations.
Some have begun celebrating the 150th year after the start of the American Civil War (a/k/a The War Between The States; a/k/a The War of Northern Aggression).
Meanwhile, Sudan looks to break in two.
Flux.
Solder.
Glue stick.
Thread.
Business cards.
Chatterboxes all over the virtual...strike out the last phrase.
Our species will do what our species does, communicate via all means possible.
If my DeathClock is still tracking my average end of life, I have 14766 days to catch up on my sleep.
While I read over the extensive set of results that my computer programmers gave to help me sleep, I have to ask myself if I need to read the results anymore.
Should I follow the example of financial experts and punch my analyses back into the computer network as a feedback system that generates parameters for the next set of simulations?
Would that be the best way to get myself off the Committee of 7.5?
We already simulate just about everyone with any direct or remote connection to modern society.
We already actively tweak simulations of you on the fly, getting closer and closer to anticipating your occasional random acts of kindness/violence (as I have shown you here every once in a while).
I have no secrets worth keeping from others because I know that hidden information constricts/restricts the optimisation of the system of states of energy we call our species' interaction with the global ecosystem.
I know, also, that we can't put the average four-year old in the cockpit of a modern jet fighter and expect a perfect carrier landing.
There's a difference between systematically suppressing information from most people and providing information to a person as that person's readiness to understand increases.
Civilisation is a fiction we agree to perpetuate together on an individual basis.
The hours, minutes and seconds of a day do not exist, from which we could infer that a day does not exist, but circadian rhythms do so what do we say then?
Do-be do-be do, of course!
I have practiced this style of spiraling circular writing for almost 40 years now. It is my form of self-deprecating, society-referential humour to keep me from laughing in the face of people trying to convince me how seriously right/correct they are (including myself, of course).
When death no longer matters because self no longer exists, well...life is just a matter of the interplay of states of energy - politicians are the same as Persian rugs and squeezing more productivity/profits out of employees is the same as picking the right book for bathroom reading.
Often, the narrative of our social connections reads like a poorply-written play [sic]. This blog attempts to rewrite the script, removing time as a key element.
Every moment teaches us a lesson when we're paying attention.
What can you see outside the recurring themes of your comfortable life? Most of us don't even if we can and that's okay. We're born that way.
Enough from this chatterbox today - time for lunch!
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Frees Sticky Mechanisms
Knowledge in the hands of the uninformed is the phrase on the table in front of the Committee this morning.
I want to disagree with the general consensus in the room that centers around levels of training.
I have the report from my programmers to present.
I also have a deadline to meet.
I have a chapter to finish writing that's supposed to be fully researched and linked to the chapters I've already submitted.
How do I connect Chabrier's España to Aure Atika and WD40 without sounding quirky?
How do I maintain the narrative that seven billion can understand while disconnecting myself from the narrative's influence on the surroundings through which I choose to take the path toward/from natural end of life?
After all, that which cannot be named cannot be named.
Maybe the truth is the same way.
Maybe I'm still carrying the tiny portion of the message that can only be understood 10,000 years from now, no matter how much I want to be the final messenger (the last part an indication of my burden of narcissism, hypnotised by my own wonderful/marvelous/handsome reflection of the message that is not mine?).
I want to stop seeing life from ten steps forward and ten steps back, not be able to project 1000 years into the future, throw away all my electronic gizmos, drop my network of associates and say I have no clue what's going to happen next.
And remind myself that this is a blogged storyline about a parallel universe that appears to line up with the real world.
But at the same time remember that this blog and these words are part of the real world they try to repudiate or separate themselves from.
The continuous, humourous hall of mirrors showing us the distortions that hopefully make us laugh at ourselves, macabre or normal as we can appear to each other at times.
If not, then there's no reason to be here.
I don't always get what I want and usually I'm cool with that. When I'm not, I'm not, no reason to do more about worldly wants and desires.
The Committee Chair has called us back to order.
Talk to you later.
I want to disagree with the general consensus in the room that centers around levels of training.
I have the report from my programmers to present.
I also have a deadline to meet.
I have a chapter to finish writing that's supposed to be fully researched and linked to the chapters I've already submitted.
How do I connect Chabrier's España to Aure Atika and WD40 without sounding quirky?
How do I maintain the narrative that seven billion can understand while disconnecting myself from the narrative's influence on the surroundings through which I choose to take the path toward/from natural end of life?
After all, that which cannot be named cannot be named.
Maybe the truth is the same way.
Maybe I'm still carrying the tiny portion of the message that can only be understood 10,000 years from now, no matter how much I want to be the final messenger (the last part an indication of my burden of narcissism, hypnotised by my own wonderful/marvelous/handsome reflection of the message that is not mine?).
I want to stop seeing life from ten steps forward and ten steps back, not be able to project 1000 years into the future, throw away all my electronic gizmos, drop my network of associates and say I have no clue what's going to happen next.
And remind myself that this is a blogged storyline about a parallel universe that appears to line up with the real world.
But at the same time remember that this blog and these words are part of the real world they try to repudiate or separate themselves from.
The continuous, humourous hall of mirrors showing us the distortions that hopefully make us laugh at ourselves, macabre or normal as we can appear to each other at times.
If not, then there's no reason to be here.
I don't always get what I want and usually I'm cool with that. When I'm not, I'm not, no reason to do more about worldly wants and desires.
The Committee Chair has called us back to order.
Talk to you later.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Infinite Curiosity
A piece of the puzzle? You decide. Old but interesting news:
One more from the CDC:
Temporary Shortages of Fluoride Additives
Fluoridation Chemical Shortages and Rising Costs
One more from the CDC:
Temporary Shortages of Fluoride Additives
Can you outrun your own body?
I haven't tried to bend a spoon with my mind but I have seen a spoon's shadow bent around the curve of the inside of a paper bowl.
This morning, I arrived at a familiar crossroads - do I create my own light or follow the light of others?
Growing up in the shadow of a chemical plant, many of my friends and their parents discussed chemical compound possibilities in everyday conversation.
JETS may still be around. I don't know.
So I guess that's why my philosophy (again, a word I use loosely) is centered on the simple phrase, "states of energy."
And why I don't trust a theory if the squirrels in the yard don't see its poignancy.
A clever brain is not the universe, only part of it.
If the truth has no impact on the states of energy that I see and call living things and their tendency toward narcissistic self-replication, then why reveal it?
If the truth has as much meaning to my species as the formula for plastic in a three-litre bottle does to the spider in the foyer, why attempt to translate it?
"Truth." Another combination of loosely held-together characters characterising characterisations like strings of a marionette holding up a puppet's body joints that we interpret as representations of people, animals and other everyday objects.
Members of the Committee of 7.5 want me on their team because they assume it means they'll have exclusive access to the truth.
But the truth doesn't work that way, does it?
That's why I'm a member of another group that collects secrets from all groups/societies/clubs and openly shares them with whomever. The more secrets you assemble and connect, the clearer the jigsaw puzzle of our species' habits materialises.
Who knows what tomorrow may bring? Lots of snow and slippery weather, the forecasters sing!
Never believe what you read, including these words. We're fooling ourselves in one giant agreed-upon, closed-off fantasy.
As you know, humour is the key to unlock the door to get out.
When one bad apple spoils a whole bunch of sideline reporters, do you toss out the whole barrel or reassign the lot to cover news stories that'll go into the morgue and start all over?
Which is more important: your bottom line or your people?
After we've trained the whole species to divert their food/shelter seeking habits toward participation in the world of commercialisation, how do we, from a global standpoint, manage the resources so that unique products can "naturally" rise and fall in popularity (via adverts, word-of-mouth, etc.) without depleting resources available for the next round of unique must-have goodies?
Tariffs and bans are one form of centralised planning used by decentralised capitalist societies, not to mention communist ones, to control the processing and flow of raw resources.
My programmers ran a scenario for me last night where China's increased control of exotic materials was met by a ban of and/or tariff on the import of products made with Chinese-based exotic materials.
One result was the forced consumption of domestic production in China.
Another result was the increase in innovation in the rest of the world in creating useful products that advanced society without the need for exotic materials.
A result I hesitate to report was a degradation into famine and food wars due to increased currency exchange problems and high-sea battles/raids.
I've asked my programmers to change the parameters and run a full-length 1000-year projection for analysis over the weekend.
This morning, I arrived at a familiar crossroads - do I create my own light or follow the light of others?
Growing up in the shadow of a chemical plant, many of my friends and their parents discussed chemical compound possibilities in everyday conversation.
JETS may still be around. I don't know.
So I guess that's why my philosophy (again, a word I use loosely) is centered on the simple phrase, "states of energy."
And why I don't trust a theory if the squirrels in the yard don't see its poignancy.
A clever brain is not the universe, only part of it.
If the truth has no impact on the states of energy that I see and call living things and their tendency toward narcissistic self-replication, then why reveal it?
If the truth has as much meaning to my species as the formula for plastic in a three-litre bottle does to the spider in the foyer, why attempt to translate it?
"Truth." Another combination of loosely held-together characters characterising characterisations like strings of a marionette holding up a puppet's body joints that we interpret as representations of people, animals and other everyday objects.
Members of the Committee of 7.5 want me on their team because they assume it means they'll have exclusive access to the truth.
But the truth doesn't work that way, does it?
That's why I'm a member of another group that collects secrets from all groups/societies/clubs and openly shares them with whomever. The more secrets you assemble and connect, the clearer the jigsaw puzzle of our species' habits materialises.
Who knows what tomorrow may bring? Lots of snow and slippery weather, the forecasters sing!
Never believe what you read, including these words. We're fooling ourselves in one giant agreed-upon, closed-off fantasy.
As you know, humour is the key to unlock the door to get out.
When one bad apple spoils a whole bunch of sideline reporters, do you toss out the whole barrel or reassign the lot to cover news stories that'll go into the morgue and start all over?
Which is more important: your bottom line or your people?
After we've trained the whole species to divert their food/shelter seeking habits toward participation in the world of commercialisation, how do we, from a global standpoint, manage the resources so that unique products can "naturally" rise and fall in popularity (via adverts, word-of-mouth, etc.) without depleting resources available for the next round of unique must-have goodies?
Tariffs and bans are one form of centralised planning used by decentralised capitalist societies, not to mention communist ones, to control the processing and flow of raw resources.
My programmers ran a scenario for me last night where China's increased control of exotic materials was met by a ban of and/or tariff on the import of products made with Chinese-based exotic materials.
One result was the forced consumption of domestic production in China.
Another result was the increase in innovation in the rest of the world in creating useful products that advanced society without the need for exotic materials.
A result I hesitate to report was a degradation into famine and food wars due to increased currency exchange problems and high-sea battles/raids.
I've asked my programmers to change the parameters and run a full-length 1000-year projection for analysis over the weekend.
Monday, January 3, 2011
A Challenge Worth Fighting and Dying For
Your mission, if you choose to accept it:
Your answer?
What if proper food shopping habits were part of the TV-watching crowd's expected behaviour?
"Sorry, viewers, your time is up. You can't watch sports or favourite show on the tellie until you've finished your home health work."
No more alcoholic rice water or HFCS (a/k/a corn sugar)-soaked, salt-encrusted crumbly stuff, either.
What if the advert people convinced the fast/snack food people to play along with this idea?
Could you convince the billionaire shareholders and board-of-directors members that a healthier populace is a bigger short/long term future and more profitable venture for investors?
Would your country finally award you the Medal of Honour for saving your country from malaise/entitlement?
Convince the powers that be that the real national crisis is not some occasional random act of violence perpetrated by overseas splinter cells but the declining health of the citizenry back home. Then, once convinced, the powers look to you for a solution.
Your answer?
Make healthier lifestyles more convenient and appealing for citizens than unhealthy ones.Imagine video games or computer/phone/TV apps that required you to exercise and eat right before you get rewarded with more airtime/gamelives.
What if proper food shopping habits were part of the TV-watching crowd's expected behaviour?
"Sorry, viewers, your time is up. You can't watch sports or favourite show on the tellie until you've finished your home health work."
No more alcoholic rice water or HFCS (a/k/a corn sugar)-soaked, salt-encrusted crumbly stuff, either.
What if the advert people convinced the fast/snack food people to play along with this idea?
Could you convince the billionaire shareholders and board-of-directors members that a healthier populace is a bigger short/long term future and more profitable venture for investors?
Would your country finally award you the Medal of Honour for saving your country from malaise/entitlement?
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Saddled With A Debt For Debited Data Credited With Miracles
Despite the migraine (which is a word I use loosely to describe a kind of mental block without accompanying pain and thus not employing the full phrase "migraine headache"), my thought patterns wander on to the subject at hand:
Three data points:
One: Odd experimental results that can't be explained by normalisation;
Two: More research skewed by journalistic enthusiasm;
Three: Proof that 'one, two, trend' makes news reading an exercise in illusionary magicmaking conjurasational irreality.
Brainwashing is another term I use loosely.
How to deprogram seven billion without them aware of what's going on? Hmm...
How to remove myself from the picture or at the very least remain anonymously irrelevant?
2011 is a work in transition for me personally - makes trendsetting/reading most difficult.
C'est la vie.
Thanks to Courtney at Carson's, Julie and Kelvin at Holiday Inn, Peggy Long at Bill Penney Toyota, AAA and United Towing&Recovery.
Three data points:
One: Odd experimental results that can't be explained by normalisation;
Two: More research skewed by journalistic enthusiasm;
Three: Proof that 'one, two, trend' makes news reading an exercise in illusionary magicmaking conjurasational irreality.
Brainwashing is another term I use loosely.
How to deprogram seven billion without them aware of what's going on? Hmm...
How to remove myself from the picture or at the very least remain anonymously irrelevant?
2011 is a work in transition for me personally - makes trendsetting/reading most difficult.
C'est la vie.
Thanks to Courtney at Carson's, Julie and Kelvin at Holiday Inn, Peggy Long at Bill Penney Toyota, AAA and United Towing&Recovery.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Confessions of a teenage computer user
I was informed by AOL that I have been a member of their computer network since December 1979.
Before PCs with the familiar desktop WYSIWYG software, Internet browsers and mouselike input devices...
Thirty-one years later and we're back to touchtyping again?
This is progress?
[Frequent reminder to self : Silence is my friend from forever.]
Adieu.
Before PCs with the familiar desktop WYSIWYG software, Internet browsers and mouselike input devices...
Thirty-one years later and we're back to touchtyping again?
This is progress?
[Frequent reminder to self : Silence is my friend from forever.]
Adieu.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Decorating Cookies
Like pieces of broken cookies scattered across the floor, leaving a trail behind playful children running around the house provided for them by loving parents, characters from previous stories and blogs drop crumbs here and there to hint to me they want to be talked/written about again.
For whom do I write?
I have no idea.
What about the GE 'jet engines' at the John Sevier steam plant and the use of exhaust to power another turbine (Toshiba, left over from a project) to create a setup as efficient as a coal plant?
Or the control center in Chattanooga that makes sure cities have power and TVA operates at the lowest cost possible?
How long does it take for an efficiency expert's recommendations to be read, understood and implemented?
Do you realise how inefficient most computer/smartphone interfaces are today?
Can you automate intuition?
Can you create synergy?
How do I keep myself busy so I don't have spare time to analyse my thought process that is busy analysing how to keep busy integrating itself seamlessly into the environment on its lifelong journey to death of self and release of states of energy one last unselfish time, the self completely integrated and finally invisible?
The way to one's end is neither beginning nor end.
Some would have us eliminate "to be," the ism of life.
Right now, in this instance of the instant of the moment, I don't know if I will eliminate the "I" of the thought process before the body to which the "I" is attached perishes.
Perish the thought!
For whom do I write?
I have no idea.
What about the GE 'jet engines' at the John Sevier steam plant and the use of exhaust to power another turbine (Toshiba, left over from a project) to create a setup as efficient as a coal plant?
Or the control center in Chattanooga that makes sure cities have power and TVA operates at the lowest cost possible?
How long does it take for an efficiency expert's recommendations to be read, understood and implemented?
Do you realise how inefficient most computer/smartphone interfaces are today?
Can you automate intuition?
Can you create synergy?
How do I keep myself busy so I don't have spare time to analyse my thought process that is busy analysing how to keep busy integrating itself seamlessly into the environment on its lifelong journey to death of self and release of states of energy one last unselfish time, the self completely integrated and finally invisible?
The way to one's end is neither beginning nor end.
Some would have us eliminate "to be," the ism of life.
Right now, in this instance of the instant of the moment, I don't know if I will eliminate the "I" of the thought process before the body to which the "I" is attached perishes.
Perish the thought!
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