It's happening

It's not so much that the line between reality and unreality is blurred. It's more like someone has stuck a stick in your brain and stirred the real and unreal sections together.

I could have a lisp. I could have a wine colored birthmark across my face. Then I would have reason to complain. But I only have emotional fracturing and inner thoughts that won't go away. And a world that is oblivious. I shouldn't complain. I'm not complaining. I'm just telling you what it's like.

What if?

What if it's all bogus? What if your brain really is the only one? What if all these allusions to parallel worlds are just hints or remnants or reverberations of what is really going on?

What if you really are living in a fragile bubble, and every discontinuity, every mis-apprehending, every deja vu, every scrap of paranoia is real? Would it matter? Would you do anything different? Would you just scrap morality and kindness and go for life as entertainment? Somehow, I don't think so.

The only thing that would be different, what would that be? You'd still feel lonely. You'd still feel singled out for all sorts of crazy treatment, from wonderful serendipities to a face bruised from closed doors and being ignored. You'd still feel frustrated by your faults. You might cry a little more. Or less.

This is what dissociation feels like: a disconnect between what people say and do and what is really happening. Forgetfulness. Mistakeness. Loss of hearing and buzzing in the ears. A sudden ability to lose 35 lbs of fat. A hidden ability to do the unthinkable task of caring for an aging parent. Double rainbows ending on the highway in front of you. Shadows getting longer in one day.

I guess if I knew that it was all bogus, I'd at least know something for sure. Right now, I don't know anything.

Even if it all comes down to chemicals

Sometimes I consider that all our emotional states come down to the chemicals running around inside our bodies. It's easy to make a case for this. So if that's true, why would life and all the things we do have any meaning?

I think the answer is that the chemicals are there as a result of processes: interactions, thoughts, the food we eat, and so on. In short, our daily lives and the choices we make are where the chemicals come from in the first place.  A case can easily be made for this too.

Yes, but why not use shortcuts? Why not just throw some of the right chemicals in and make everyone happy? Don't we all want happiness?

In other words, rather than trying to feed our hunger, we could just dope ourselves up until we don't care. Or we could take soporifics and immerse ourselves in a virtual reality that resembles heaven. Or any other variation on chemically induced happiness that you care to think up.

The fact is that this happens all the time. The most common daily example is drug use, especially those drugs that cause psychological dependence. They are showing us a better time than we could get in the non-drugged-up world. 

You could also say that a great portion of our online activity is another form of escape from reality, even though these examples beg the question of what reality is. If we play the game and define reality as 'natural human experiences, interactions, and the physical world' then I suppose we might be speaking of the Amish or other societies that minimize technology and stress physical presence and personal interaction.

In a more mainstream sense, we might say that reality consists of waking up and for most of us going to work and doing some sort of interaction with others to make our daily bread, having and raising children, getting old and dying. Even though none of us, hardly, do this without sometimes escaping reality, through daydreams, liquor, movies and other technological distractions, or drugs. 

If we jump through all these definitional hoops, we've pretty much defined any chemical shortcut to happiness as bogus. In effect we're saying that it doesn't all come down to chemicals, negating the title of this article.

So it comes down to reality and how you define it. Mathematicians have the same metaphysical problem when dealing with paradoxes that arise because of infinities. All in all, discussions of this nature are a great escape from reality, don't you think? Say, pass me that bottle.

The Ultimate Work of Art

Looking longingly again for some opus interactive online but accessible venue in which to place every single thing that is important to me and have organized access to it.

That's pretty extreme, lets try again: I would like to have ideally, a book, one that I could write in and access my philosophy, my thoughts, my being from, should the need arise. An interactive "who I am" combination diary and resource that I could use as a toy when I'm bored and as a legacy when I'm dead.

That was better. Now: I want this and its accessibility and its searchability without having to work very hard at it. Also,

I would like to have it suggest to me what to think- or rather, what to think next. I would also like to have it tell me what I need to review. What I really want is everything in my head, everything, but this would be the next best thing, all my thoughts about everything from Shogun to aesthetics to the hivemind to dreaming to everything, including what I've read, where I've been, etc etc. . All the disconnected connections that live in my head and in years of computer and written notes, searchable, as in totally searchable and sortable, from HG Wells Door in the Wall to Wolf Kahn on video to my thoughts about my curdled personality.

I would call this an idle obsession.

I mean, we have this wonderful technology and storage media. This would be a work, an artwork, a cyber power object. To what point? Schizophrenia?

Time Warp

This morning, you've had mornings like this, Lafferty wrote about them: Time seemed to pass like molasses. I got a ridiculous amount of work done, before anyone else got here, in about 15 minutes time. There's no way I could have done this.

It's very much like a dream state, and I think that it's important to note that waking dream states are more tenable when we are isolated. The absence of human interaction somehow makes reality unreal. This is probably why people in isolation go insane.

Is space Like a Chessboard?

Electrons seem to acquire a type of spin when they move along a graphene molecule. This could help explain how the quantum nature of space allows electrons to have angular spin while being point like.













Read the article.





Via Scienceblog.com

2011: The Year of the Black Swan

Free Elections in Egypt.  Nuclear Fallout in Japan. 

These are two Black Swan events by Nassim Taleb's definition.
In my book, a Black Swan is something either too unlikely or terrible to contemplate, or an event that arises for completely unexpected reasons. No one expected something as seemingly  innocuous as Facebook and Twitter to ignite the fires of revolution,  and no one seriously expected  a Tsunami to cause a nuclear reactor meltdown.  What will be next? By definition, you don't know.

Via CNN. com

Singularity May Be Real, But Kurzweil’s Still A Jerk

Ray Kurzweil, live forever guru. Excellent salesman for the Singularity.

 

Via   Disinformation

Don't Drink The Water

It had to happen sooner or later.

From The J-Walk Blog

Apple Water is Here!

Experi-mental

Theme of the Adjustment Bureau.

It's all for nothing, isn't it?

There is beauty. There is the world. And then, there is your life. A life that careens from euphoria to anguish and back, all the time being just a little unbearable, tedious, and nervewracking all at once.

Words that you once used are now obscure, unspellable. The gods of the future have won.

If I existed in isolation, I would die of loneliness. I exist in constant connection, and am dying of isolation. No, it cannot be the fault of the world. The fault is with me.

I'd like to stop it.

I'm moving into a new reality where I might not die.

Don't look at me like I'm crazy. Oh, I forgot. Go ahead and look at me like I'm crazy. But here's my reasoning:

I've pretty much been able to accept the fact that I am in a tunnel. Reality is not an illusion. It is a tunnel. Everything may be put there or not, but I'm moving through it.

This tunnel, this reality, as I'm moving through it, is changing. Much like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, things come into view and others go out, some persist for awhile, sort of move with me. You might say that reality is an accumulation as I move through the tunnel. It also appears that when I fixate on certain things, they tend to accumulate and persist.

For example, I loved the Seinfeld Series. Although the series finished, the episodes have essentially become fixtures in my world. In a sense, it feels like I create the world as I move through the tunnel. I certainly can't prove that this is not the case.

This week (in the tunnel) I'm accumulating information on longevity. (Accumulation has been made much easier by the internet, itself an accumulation.) And I've also been accumulating information on robotics,
exponential growth, mathematical transformations, matrix algebra, and the idea of the low carbohydrate diet.

Now here's the interesting part. It appears, without exception, that the futurists and mover-shakers that know something about science are sold on the low carbohydrate diet. All of the information I'm accumulating is coming together very fast. It's now conceivable to imagine that I'm moving to a reality where I may not die.

Whether this is a desirable state is yet to be determined. In any case, there seem to be multiple possibilities accumulating wherein this could happen.

My little well of depression space.

Last night someone I love very much ragged on me for awhile because of an incident that I had nothing to do with and suddenly I was in the middle of it, the cause of the incident and a whole lifetime of loneliness and pain.

Love causes you to bear things like this, because sometimes the ones we love just need some moments of release. In this instance, more because of who I am than anything else, the feeling of being beaten up has persisted into the morning.

Might as well jot down the feelings, right? I mean, in a little while, things will brighten up and the person concoction that is here-me-now-inward-depressed-batting-at-moths will be gone for awhile, giving way to another me.

So for now, I’m realizing that every song I wrote about my family members has come true, including my own. And some of those songs weren’t pretty. This god fixation I have is getting worse. It’s not like a particularly powerful thing or overlord type of emotion. More like every offhand thing I do seems to have long reaching consequences that turn out to be my own direct fault or responsibility.

And as a result, I’m quite fearful of even moving. Two cups of coffee would probably dispel these feelings.

But, and this is the thing, I’m right now in this little well of depression space. Later I can go out and interact with my coffee-mind turned on and more or less be human. But part of me knows that I’ll be back in this space again at some point. And all the things done out there, will come back to haunt me in here.

So, if I go out today and have a laugh at the expense of some thing or some one or some event, you can bet that event or one or thing will be here with me at a future time. And they will either be dead, or angry or deflated or otherwise ill-effected, partly or completely but inexplicably related to the laugh I had on them.

It is this connectedness that is eating at me. Certainly the calculating part of my mind can reason that all this connectivity is mental gymnastics, after the fact sleight of hand. I’m reading a book right now that points to the illusion of connectivity through data flooding: somewhere in the endless human data that comes across my mind, there will be connections, parallels, analogies, predictions. All I have to do is watch the river flow by and pick out the parts that I choose.

Even so, this process of assemblage (which is really probably interrelated to the assemblage point idea) is pernicious. It seems my brain works overtime on it, draining me.

PART 2

In emerging from my little well, distractions and the pull of the world will slowly pull my space inside out until I’m standing in the open with the rest of you. We’ll interact and I’ll have a break from self-aggrandizement and solipsism. Relief will give way to assertiveness, moving into annoying humor and what I use as a stand in for my life with others. Given enough time (minutes can be enough if they stretch across the universe) I’ll even forget I was ever here, and about the well entirely.

See you next time.

This will be my last post into the future.

Really. Ray Bradbury notwithstanding.

Mainly because, with the new advances in quantum experimentation, everyone will be doing it soon anyway. Or should I say, everyone will have already been doing it.

Co tinuity i nt t e o ly t g we h ve be o e us.

Yes, it is all for laughs but the laughs have become hysterical laughs, very much related to hysteresis, or returning to a state we were almost in, and also to the hyster, the shape of the nemesis of man. It is no small wonder that this strange word finds its way into our vocabulary of illness that is based not on symptoms of the body, but of the mind, itself an abstraction (Is the body an abstraction? Think about it.)

Increasingly, I do not care, I do not like green eggs, Sam. Play it. Say it, don't spray it. Spray it with PAM, Sam, and cook your green eggs and ham.

Continuity isn't the only thing we have to worry about (Part 1)

Before and after is such a simplification of even linear data, that the idea of non-linearity drops on us like a ton of books, we who are conditioned to see things in terms of cause(before) and after(effect).

This is why stock market analysts and meteorologists can hold down jobs. It is so easy to fish data out of the air, that we are just now beginning to understand that linearity is even more of an illusion than continuity.

Indeed the idea of discontinuous everywhere at once space is exactly what makes quantum theory operate. And armed with this science, we are finally doing things our parents only dreamed about, pulling energy from nowhere, creating intelligence from carbon chains, and in essence, creating new life forms.

Where does this leave mankind? Devastatingly behind. We will only be able to keep up by morphing with machinery into something more. The Quantum concept is the Pandora's box of our generation, much as the printing press was to the 15th century and the photograph was to our grandparents'. To survive, we will have to embrace all that we are capable of becoming, because if we don't, someone on this planet will, and they will destroy those weaker than them.

There, now I've passed from confusion to paranoia. How many stages are left?

Continuity isn't the only thing to be concerned about (Part 1)

It is starting to become noticeable. There are periods of time when I seem to be across a continuum. The linear self is beginning to take a backseat to the personhood that is in several places, if only mentally, at one time.

This is not a lot of fun, either. It becomes difficult to keep track of things. The only recourse is to focus in on one thing for as long as I can, at the expense of everything else, because there is just too much else. When I stop and look up, I can see it all around me, the different levels on which things work, the different responsibilities, the different personalities I am capable of wearing.

If all of this seems abstract and hard to visualize, that's because it is. An example: I find that posts I have never made are in my memory on some level as having been made. So I make them. It's sort of the reverse of Alzheimer's. It's as if my short term memory is not functioning on one, but a thousand things at once, and they all get compacted together. What I had for supper last night is lost behind where my keys are and the ten things on my incomplete to do list, and my need to journal my latest observations on continuity:

My latest observations on continuity: It is an illusion. Continuity is an idea that takes infinity and compresses it into every place you look. To assume that finite man could operate on a continuum is gross hubris. We, humans, are painfully discretized beings, only capable of a thin version of continuity. Indeed, we are so impressed with infinity, which is just continuity at the end of things.

We don't think about the mind-numbing case of infinity everywhere and all between. We blank it out. Discrete infinity is child's play next to this, but we get the two confused.

Consider: an infinite lifespan is to us just somewhere out there past our 100+- years, 101 is just as infinite as 1*10exp1000000 if we die at 99.

But continuity implies that every moment is infinite. Yes, it sounds like a trick, but what I'm talking about is the mathematical presence of divisibility completed, throughout one unit and the next. And physically, we are just not capable of that. Even though we work on the nanoscale now, for true continuity, we can just go on breaking things down forever. That is true continuity.It is an asymptote around every corner.

Is this the path that Georg Cantor traveled on his way to madness?

Falling against the sky

Over-sensitized today. This could be good for you. There are several forms of paranoia that work for me today.

1. I am a subject of observation, and the rest of you are in on the secret. A more general variant of Truman Show Syndrome, because I can't really assert who the observers are, I only know that this is all a sham.

2. The various headaches, annoyances, and interruptions that always plague me are particularly bad today, and at this point are a clear sign that the world is either a)meaningless or b)malevolent.

3. The knowledge that tonight or sometime in which I'm not conscious, adjustments will be made to my brain and I'll come out of this funk with a dumb grin and again putty in the hands of whoever is manipulating me.

4. The realization that whether or not 1) or 2) are anything but hallucinations, the outcome expressed in 3)will almost certainly happen, pointing to the fact that something is going on, regardless of how I may feel about it tomorrow.

Of course, I also have several motives for believing such absurdities, in fact could come up with new ones on the spot. It remains, however, that these shifts in perception and significance, whether random chemical imbalances or careful manipulations, have been with me for some time. Of course, Mondays can be particularly bad.

My favorite justification for these paranoic thoughts is that some form of mental illness would lessen my personal blame for all the unbearable tragedy and injustice that I'm seeing in the world more and more these days. Add to this the fact that I'm my own best friend and feel like I have to hide behind a ridiculous pseudonym (actually I have several, for various personalities) and you have some idea of what I'm putting up with.

If you really think that I'm indulging in sympathy, let me remind you that mathematically 0% of blogs are visited by others and therefore I'm mainly typing this here because my computer's hard drive doesn't have room for such drivel.

Syncthink

[This article is a perfect example of syncthink, the ability to take changes and upsets in our worldview and by either massaging them or ignoring them, assimilate them into our wholistic vision of our reality. At the end of this legitimate article, the author blithely returns to orthodoxy in the prediction that this political upset is basically a non-event in the larger political picture. ]

From the Washington post, Sept 15 2010

Marketing consultant Christine O'Donnell upset Rep. Mike Castle in the Delaware Senate primaryDelaware Republican Senate primary tonight, handing the tea party movement a major victory and giving Democrats an unexpected chance to hold the First State seat.

O'Donnell, who is making her third run for the Senate in as many elections, relied heavily on national surrogates -- from the Tea Party Express to former Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin -- to fuel a shoestring campaign against the iconic Castle who had held elected office in the state for more than four decades.

"The people of Delaware have spoken," said O'Donnell in her victory speech. "No more politics as usual."

(Photos: O'Donnell stuns the GOP)

The O'Donnell victory, which was considered a political impossibility as recently as a month ago, is a major boost for Democratic hopes of holding the seat once held by Vice President Joe Biden. New Castle County Executive Chris Coons was unchallenged for the Democratic Senate nomination.

"I'm sad to say the Delaware primary results tonight are straight out of Harry Reid's dream journal," said prominent Republican strategist Mike Murphy of the O'Donnell win.

While the Delaware race was the marquee contest of the night, it was far from the only one on the ledger as seven states and the District of Columbia voted in the final major primaries of the 2010 election.

In New Hampshire, former state Attorney General Kelly Ayotte held a narrow lead over attorney Ovide Lamontagne in the battle for the Republican Senate nomination. The winner will take on Rep. Paul Hodes (D) in the race to replace retiring Sen. Judd Gregg (R).

In New York, embattled Rep. Charlie Rangel cruised to victory in a crowded Democratic primary field in the 15th district while Rep. Carolyn Maloney (D) easily beat back a primary challenge from businesswoman Reshma Saujani in the 14th.

Also in the Empire State, tea party favorite Carl Paladino crushed former Rep. Rick Lazio in the fight for the Republican gubernatorial nomination. Paladino will be a major underdog this fall against state Attorney General Andrew Cuomo is heavily favored in the fall.

But, there is little doubt that O'Donnell's victory is what will dominate headlines tomorrow.

In the wake of Alaska Sen. Lisa Murkowski's (R) primary defeat late last month, Castle went harshly negative against O'Donnell in hopes of using his financial advantage to define her in the eyes of likely voters.

But, tonight's result suggests it was too little, too late for Castle whose political career, which began when he was elected to the Delaware state House in 1966, ends in a shocking defeat.

"This shows that conservative energy at the grassroots is at tidal wave levels," said Vin Weber, a former Minnesota congressman and GOP lobbyist. "It may well cost us the Delaware Senate seat, but the same phenomenon will help Republicans, particularly in House races in November."

State and national Republicans have made no secret of the fact that O'Donnell's questionable personal finances and public misstatements -- she once said she carried two out of the state's three counties in her 2008 race against Biden but she didn't -- made her close to unelectable.

"We congratulate Christine O'Donnell for her nomination this evening after a hard-fought primary campaign in Delaware," said National Republican Senatorial Committee executive director Rob Jesmer in a terse statement released after the race was called.

The Delaware result is also a major blow to Republicans' hopes of winning back the Senate majority this fall. To do so, the GOP needs a net gain of 10 seats, which, with Delaware now likely to favor Democrats, means that Republicans need to close to a clean sweep in states like California, Wisconsin and Washington. - [emphasis added]

----Syncthink is rampant today, but then it has always been. The internet just allows us to accelerate and emphasize its (mis)use. An antidote would be to often realize that we are NOT sure of future events, that the so called pundits are just as prone to syncthink as ourselves, their perceived authority and expertise notwithstanding.

Reinterpretations around us

Of COURSE change is inevitable. Yet we strongly yearn for things to stay roughly the same. Indeed, a great part of our consciousness is based on arguments (some would say facts) such as the law of identity and the Little Orphan Annie Law (the sun will come up tomorrow).

The Bible draws its strength from this concept, as does Capitalism.

But hold on. If all these things we are hanging onto are so fool certain, then how come change seems to be coming at us with increasing speed?

It's time to look at focus and framing. Jack Canfield, the Chicken Soup for the Soul co-author, rightly says that we control our destiny (some might say our very reality) largely by how we choose to respond to the events around us. Respond with resort to stability and logic, and to some degree you can tame the tiger of rapid change. Simply discard those inputs which don't fit into a framework and keep the ones that do. Occasionally you'll be blindsided and even perhaps knocked to your knees or killed, or driven insane. But that has always been a possibility.

This induced blindness is what we call rationality, and in terms of efficacy, it is rational indeed. The easiest way to stay on course is not to look at what's happening in the other lanes or on the side of the road.

Of course, we need to be aware that we are living in a culture of voluntary mass distraction. That simply means that it is trendish to be distracted as much as possible while still performing at a passable level. Never mind that the real work getting done is accomplished by decidedly old-fashioned drive and initiative. You can't tell me that the recent discoveries in technology and psychology were the result of whistling over beers in the parking lot while listening to the latest device. Focus is very much alive.

Why then, the emphasis on the distraction? Might we not argue that mass distraction very nicely serves the engineers who are driving society? Are we not easier to predict, influence, herd, control, when we are barely able to function, all because of a voluntary movement to conformity masked as relevance?

We can even see this phenomenon in past times, if we frame it properly. What was World War II, but a conveniently botched result of world economic stagnation, which was used to focus and drive conformance for the next 50 years?

Making my head swim. Reading the Traveler.

Why I'm presently barred from the future

It has long been assumed that time travel is not possible because humankind would foul things up. As if they weren't already fouled up.

In fact, it seems obvious that this is exactly what has been happening, these people from the future keep coming back and trying to fix things. What they don't realize is that computer viruses and many other things are also from the future.

Hear me out.

Ever since quantum theory was formulated, it has been dastardly in its accuracy of prediction. Even though these predictions are in the form of probabilities, it remains that they are incredibly accurate.

And ... I'm falling off a cliff here. Something is interfering with my mind. More ina later post.

Move over Garrison Keillor

Poor Garrison!

Let's face it, big guy, there are only 24 hours in a day. I've never read any of Garrison Keillor's books, although I've listened to Prairie Home Companion once or twice and saw the movie, which I bought for my father-in-law. The midwest holds no romance for me, I'm one of those southern idiots whose accent you make fun of while I make fun of your attempts to imitate it.

There are tons of great writers out there, and their books are still available, many for free.

Do we really need a publisher/gatekeeper? Well, you sort of have one. It's not even human, it's called a search engine now. And trust me, we have a long way to go when it comes to decent searching.

For example, if you type Garrison Keillor books "most nostalgic" into Google, your first hit is a heap of drivel (much like this blog) called physics 198-101. It's not about physics, even.

So, publishers, get a life and go into critiques. Volunteer to help us find the good stuff that we are doing. You can't get rich on it? Well, no one is going to be rich in the hive, except for the beekeepers, and they are all getting jobs with the government.

Will this push back creative individuals? Sure! But hey, you wanted Democracy, and everyone is equal in the hive, just not very fat or well rested.

Still, we can envision somewhere the hive coming up with its own American Idol brand of writer judging, and eventually we'll see niche judging until, finally, the hive is ordered and structured in a way that we can all search.

Meanwhile, guess what, we're living in web anarchy. For the adept, that's not so bad, as long as you're unemployed and have plenty time on your hands. Have you idly ever wondered who invented those infernal coat hangers? Look them up. Facts we can find. It's judgment that is lacking on web searches, evaluations, and because these are personal, the solution is for all of us to get in line and think the same. You don't think it'll happen? When's the last time you searched for an article and didn't find the best one on Wikipedia?

We've had critical mass marketing of groceries, tires, computers, eyeglasses, and we're rapidly entering critical mass marketing of ideas, where just finding yourself in the Book of Sand is an infinite task.

Insanity and Energy Perception

I've been re-reading that scorn of new age tripe, The Celestine Prophecy, and tried to stop before it got really crazy. At the time it came out, the author James Redfield really hit a nerve.

But at least toward the beginning, he said two things that made me think. The first was about our perception of beauty. Now, I'm not going to sit here and say that beauty is universal, so understand, all this is totally personal but nevertheless true for me, my opinion.

And what I'll say about it is , yes, seeing something beautiful is energizing, whether it strikes me as a beautiful scene, painting, woman, or piece of mathematics.

So rather than dwell on what the nature of beauty is (aesthetics) I want to think about why beauty has this energizing effect on me (and apparently on Redfield.)

Working from specific examples, a beautiful scene, for example, can evoke memory or associations with pleasurable memories, as well as pleasurable expectations. A beautiful woman can evoke expectations of physical pleasure. A painting, for me, can evoke pleasure in appreciating the competence of the artist, the use of color and form, or wit. In fact, laughter is a particularly energizing activity on its own. What is happening here, and does it really have to do with some sort of floating energy field, or what? Just why do we say it energizes, anyway?

Without researching it, I would surmise that aesthetic pleasure releases chemicals into our brains that stimulate us much as a hot fire would stimulate a kettle of water to boil. We feel this in a physiological sense, and relate it to what we've learned about energy in physics.

What bothers me, and what I would like to understand further, is why there is such a popular crazy sect out there that insists that seeing energy is similar to seeing an electric or magnetic field. This seems to me to be unrelated to seeing beauty. I can perceive beauty, basically conceptualize it and then I can understand as above the energizing effect it might have.

That is totally different to what the new agers call seeing energy, seeing we are all connected. Unless.

Unless they are talking about a conceptual leap, similar to the conceptual (you might say automatic or subconscious) leap that we make when we affirm something or someone is beautiful. To my mind, this feels like direct perception, but there is a mental process that takes place in between. That's what I call conceptualization.

Like any human act, conceptualization can be practiced and developed until it's practically automatic. If the new agers are talking about this and call it perceiving energy, then I wish they would discuss it that way, rather than as a directly visual perception.

Castaneda, a true master of prose and sorcerer of words, alluded to the indirectness of this in some of his books. His shaman, Don Juan called this 'seeing' a certain way of holding the eyes.

On the other hand, Carlos goes off and starts seeing fibers of light everywhere. This is certainly dramatic, but is totally different (and more incredible) than simply perceiving/conceptualizing/being energized.

I'd like to get some straight talk on it, but so far haven't found any resources, except for self-promoters selling mystical books and CDs.


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Quantum Behavior in the real world

It happens in photosynthesis.

And, it appears Roger Penrose predicted it before I did, of the human brain. That's why he gets the big bucks.

That being said, I stand by my conviction, made in ignorance of his comments, that our minds are capable of quantum entanglement and that the brain has the capability of viewing through time similar to the way a wormhole would go through time.

However, the new work leads me to a more precise general description of what is going on.

All the successful work with quantum entanglement including the study of photosynthesis points to the wave nature of the photon and other particles as where the real magic happens.

This shouldn't be any surprise, if we realize that almost all of our advances in science have been dependent on wave mechanics.

More importantly, as humans, we are intimately connected with the physical world through wave information. There's no question that this has a direct bearing on our own interactions and also our social interactions. It's not hard to posit that complex wave activity is at the heart of most, if not all, of our macroscopic world. That we have been ignorant of this up until now is largely because our attention and most of our success in technology has been through the exploitation of the particle nature of mechanics and through digital information processing.

Personally, I can point to quite a few examples of wave mechanics and its significance to human perception: Holography creates three dimensional perception through wave mechanics. Another: A few years ago, the DX7 was a new form of music synthesizer that worked through wave modulation algorithms. It created fairly realistic sounds that were very difficult for non-engineers come up with. (Later, digital sampling came into prominence, and wave modulation synthesis took a back seat.)

It seems also that, tied to the whole process of entanglement, what we call chaos but what I would call fractal complexity is at work. Given that most of nature is fractal in composition, it seems to me that here is the real bridge between the quantum and the macroscopic world.

What is surprising is that we can get a handle on this level of complexity at all, but that's probably because of our success with scaling up complexity through computer reiteration.

Up until now, humans have been wave pattern perceivers. Now we are at the beginning of being wave pattern scientists. The pathway will be through set theory and number theory. In my opinion.

the third of may

The essence of automatic writing is not to think about it too much, to get lost in making the interesting curves of cursive writing.
Here, we see a rehearsal of interpretive dance, as members of the Peoria Ballet reenact Goya's painting, The Third of May.

The new reading underground

This generation doesn't read books. you hear it all the time. and its a load. Or at least a misload . Because this generation reads. A load. Just not of books.

I think all of that will be changing soon. What we're not at all prepared for is what a book will be in the very near future. Oh, I imagine microsoft and apple think they're prepared for it. But I'm talking about the authors and the publishers. And to a large extent, the rest of us.

Because the so-called book, biblio, reading object is going to grow anew out of this neural network we call the internet. It will be completely different, and will probably mirror our perception of reality closer than a string of paragraphs and chapters.

However, we have to be careful here. Mankind has certainly had the opportunity to add illustrations to books since the beginning of writing, and many times did. But there is something about the 'story' that pushed media other than the words into the margins.

Most likely it is because reading/word processing is an abstract activity that until now we have been accustomed to doing in isolation. But 50 years of computing have begun to change that. With a two and a half generations raised on visual media, we have adults living now who are ready to rewrite the book, so to speak, on books.

My guess is that we will see hybrids similar to illustrated books, and comics and things in between. But somewhere along the line, the mass market will ferret out humankind's new preference for narrative content. The experimentation taking place now has been going on for some time. I think we're beginning to tire of reality clips and mindless humor-attempting confabulations across different sources.

What I haven't seen yet, except in a recent re-enactment of "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" on Twitter, is real time drama (think live broadcast internet plays), perhaps because no one has thought of it before (I doubt that.)

We shall see.

Three Upcoming Memes

First of all, wiki(s). We'll see a slight upsurge in wikis as people figure out that wiki(s) can do something regular file management can't do: tag.

But then they'll flounder, as people realize that wiki(s) aren't any better than classic tree directories.

Replacing these will be shiftable hierarchies, with the most important five or so items/folders/projects taking the main space and shifting as the need arises, eventually going back down into the pile. Software that exploits this will be developed. Apples i-line of products will accelerate this.

Another meme I think you're going to see surface and hang around for a long time I like to call "Questions we forgot to ask." Here's one for the dating-relationship set: What do birth control pills do to libido?

Here's another one for the family health arena: Have studies on vaccinations and the recent increase in autism explored the possibility that fatal childhood diseases are filters for people genetically predisposed to autism? It's a logical question that begs to be asked, even as we see other illnesses on the rise such as allergies, attention deficit syndrome, and any other malady you want to blame vaccinations on, but in reverse.

And to round this set of memes up to three, there is this one: the singularity has already happened. Move over, Ray.

Me Too, Me Neither -I PAD notes

As you know, I tend to be non-conformist. It's not intentional, just more interesting. But, golly, I'm fascinated by the phenomenon of the Ipad. I don't own one, but do have a slate, and I love it.
So when I see a slate that potentially could be as big as the ipod and iphone (don't own either-non-conformist),the insights it spawns in others just amazes me.

One easy way to look at it is this: Apple has simply created another device, like the Wii. Something new and different. Not a replacement for anything, another product.

Like all new products, it has the potential to push out other products. Has Apple pushed out Pc's? Or Blackberries? Hardly.

Now we get to the really interesting part. Apple has, in the past, pushed ON other products. In other words, because of Apple, other gadget makers, including those of Pc's, are going to be making their products better: easier to use, more innovative, cheaper.

How, is wait and see. And that's what's confusing the gadget pundits. You can't predict the market, because the driver, the economic raison d'être is the user, hundreds of millions of them. We're in for a ride on this one .

Scaling is Everything

In as many days, there will be times and times again. This is something I've seen in my visions.

As usual, the world doesn't seem to worried, but I think we all need to be on alert. Just in case.

Next door to this posting is one on the Plank Scale in Wikipedia.

It's becoming obvious to me that scaling is much more fundamental to human perception than we credit to it. For example, the artwork on the left, so similar to "nude descending a staircase" is titled "sad young man on a train".

This forces us to change our perception of the scale of the picture. This is something we do everyday in perceiving things, and a source of many optical illusions and visual errors.

As long as humans perceive, scale will be important, not just visually but also conceptually. A common metaphor is 'stepping back for a larger view' , 'looking at the big picture', but we are talking about a mental ability to take a whole as a concept.

Most of human conflict and disagreement can be tracked to differences in metaphors, and scaling is one of the basic metaphorical tools that we use.

Something similar can be observed here (I apologize for the ad at the beginning of this video.) In this long film of scale change, we can see that our mental concept of a clay bowl breaks down into abstraction at extreme scales. We watch the video hoping to see something 'interesting' or 'understandable', but even visually, the zoomed-in bowl bears only a random resemblance to anything we would normally call 'clay'.

In other words, it's impossible to make a prediction of the final image based upon the initial overview of the bowl. Is it any wonder, then, that our prediction of the structure of electrons and protons and neutrons is also impossible to predict? We could start at a different point on the clay bowl and come upon a different set of zoomed frames. The same might be said in the zooming out process.

Visual characteristics at one scale make no predictions as to visual characteristics at another scale. And this is exactly what happens in physics during the transition from human scale to the quantum scale.

The Antidote

What happens when everything changes?

Don't be pretentious about it, it's happened before. The assemblage point moves and then all the facets in all the mirror-jewels of perception are rearranged.

This happened frequently in younger days, but now when it happens, the shift is quite noticeable.

Long ago it became obvious to me that Castaneda was actually saying something, but using his own brand of magic sorcery to turn it into something creative.

The assemblage point. There's not really another word or term to describe this view from the cocoon that makes up our world. And if you don't buy the concept of the cocoon in the first place, then you really won't get it.

Much more relaxing to say 'no, I'm not biased, I don't really have a point of view, blah blah blah.'
You liar.

Maybe another useful way to look at the bubble of perception is to relate it to a directory tree without an index. Once you get inside any directory, its contents become your world, because this is all you can see. Perception is like that. Borges' labyrinths. A sudoku process.

Anything can be found in Anything

Humans are so good at finding things.
I think we could all be as happy as kings.

Some words of explanation

For example, six years ago, or maybe it was seven, a whole shipload of people died in a series of hospital accidents. It was in the news, some of them had been pulled off of respirators by mistake, others were given blood thinners when they should have had thrombin applied to their wounds, still others were just left in the back corners of emergency rooms. It was quite a sensation.j

But the problem is, none of it made any sense. Not only did all the accidents seem unrelated, but they happened all over the country on the same day, in some cases down to the same fifteen minutes. That was just too much, and like other things that don't make any sense, people forgot about it.

Only I didn't forget about it, because my mother was one of the ones that died. She'd gone in for a stomach ache, and after she almost bled to death, a lung collapsed, and then her emphysema did the rest. Our family went to a lawyer, but we just didn't have the heart to pursue a long expensive legal battle.

I was the only one in my family who knew what had really happened. I still have a picture of her that I took at the funeral home, clearly showing her right hand. It's been itching under my skin for seven years and I just finally had to talk about it. Only I can't talk to a shrink, and if I talk to the wrong people, it would be pretty bad. So I've decided to tell the whole world about it, and probably then I can forget about it. Every last bit of it.

And just who is Norton Mansfield?

Why do you insist that you're a paranoid, the doctor asked me. Just because you don't use quotation marks?

Quotes would mark me as 20th Century, doctor, I said. Isn't that proof enough? But you don't want proof, do you. No matter what I might say, you're going to have me uncommited.

It's just that you couldn't be a paranoid and also have the mindset that you do. I'm convinced that it's all a facade, a misdirection of sorts. What bothers me, is I can't figure out a reason for it.

Have you ever read Heinlein? I asked. He was good at putting a finger on it. Never live in a country that requires ID cards, he wrote. So I do the next best thing, I have so many passwords and personalities that they'll never find me. And even when they do, they'll just think I'm a fictional character, not realizing that the character has to have an author.

That may be, said the doctor, but I still insist that you're faking. Right down to the absence of quotation marks.

It was enough. My time was up anyway, so I shook his hand and found my way out, all the time thinking that he probably wasn't one of them.

I know what you're thinking, that this is another one of those novels about a nutcase who thinks there are all sorts of folks out to get him and then sooner or later it turns out he's right. Well, if I wanted to make a buck or two, that might work. The old formulas are pretty reliable. But what if I don't want to make a buck or two? What if I just want this out there and what if I told you that's the best place to hide, in the bowels of a fictional disaster, a novel without a plot and certainly no characters that you would ever want to identify with?

You see, that doctor, the one I just left, shaking his head, he's right where I need for all of you to be. To him, I'm just barely between existing and not existing. In fact, ten minutes from now, he'll probably forget all about me, because he can't pigeonhole me into either a crazy or a normal.

But there's no time for that now, I have to make a plane.

Update: Still Living below the radar

The Hive Mind hasn't found me yet. I hope they never do. They would kill me if they did.

I'm sending this to you as a story because they DON'T READ. The Hive has no need for stories, they thrive instead on the multiple realities of all their members.

An Isolated like myself wouldn't stand a chance, but so far I don't think they're looking for us.

Virginia, I know this sounds like Paranoia, I KNOW you don't need to hear it, but be very careful what you say and who you say it to, especially in Airports and taxis. I went and saw the new Sherlock Holmes movie and all I could think about it was poor George C. Scott and what he had to put up with to make "They Might Be Giants". THAT is what we're up against. But none of the Hive has ever seen that movie...

Now the Hive is opening up legal marijuana use and you know what THAT means. Those of us who don't need it will begin to stand out, because WE'VE known for years how to induce the mind into going other places than the Hive. I'm thinking maybe I can hide behind this ridiculous paranoic facade for another few months before I'll have to go up against the Cuckoo's Nest machine, you know, the one that Big Chief Bromden told Ken Kesey about and that he wrote about. Last month they gave me an Asian surprise when I found out my new password was identical to the name of their first leader. Was it autosuggestion? Certainly it couldn't have been coincidence.

When someone gets inside your head the first time, it can be terrifying. But now I just change all my background profiles and move on.

So, my dear, consider this the first installment in a novel that probably won't find a publisher until mabye twenty years from now. By the way, there's a storehouse of bad novels in my attic, the hidden one that is behind the little doorway in my old upstairs bedroom. Look behind the water heater. Be careful not to fall through the rafters. In particular, check out 'the Coming Self-Destruction of the United States of America.' It was published under a pseudonym, and the author was recently swept up into the Hive.

Take care, and keep me in plain sight. That's the best way for me to survive.

Norton

It's just a robot

Two of these old Talon robots have been stolen from a military base in Afganistan. Look for them somewhere on Microsofts new auction site, MBay.

Avatar

I saw Avatar. It's good. Overhyped, but good. Go see it. Make sure you see the 3D version .

On the development of an alternate personality

On the development of an alternate personality.

I leave this scrap to the winds, hoping that professionals will learn from my own experience.

I'm in the process of developing an alternate personality. It's not something that I have total control over, and in fact am trying to resist its attempts to surface.

However, its logic is compelling, attempting to justify itself in order that I might bodily and morally have some sort of escape clause built into consequences of any of my actions. The escape clause is 'mental illness'.

So, you can see it's contrived , yet it actually isn't because, as you see, I'm trying to resist it. I would compare this to the compulsion to shoot yourself in the foot to avoid military enlistment.

It's not something I really want to do, but here it comes again, saying how easy it would be to slip into dissociation in a serious way, thereby eliminating all responsibilities of life.

Now, I want to say that some days can be really bad, and some situations we find ourselves in can be trying, or bleak, or relentless. So this little voice, or not even a voice, but a word game being typed, shows up and starts typing suggestions to you. And you actually find yourself wanting to type it a reply.

Is this from loneliness? Oh, the phantom typist can come up with all sorts of reasons why it is present.

Anyway, professional head doctors, this is how it develops.

Do you know what a defense against it is? To assert that reality is NOT fluid, and other materialistic types of statements. But this is just a shadow defense, because to say that assertions can affect our minds is to say that in some fashion, reality IS fluid, and if it is, then there you are.

And all of this without drugs!

The Lost World - A Careful Attention

The president was on TV today. I didn't watch. It's all so boring nowadays. The real machine is in California, and it won't be stopped.

In a few years, the 1900's and the days before it will be lost to us. We are losing the ability to read and reason and especially to step outside of our own skin and imagine what is like to be in someone else's .

I'm not saying that this is a bad thing. It's being replaced by something else, is all. The hive mind.

It won't be long before we are all connected by much more than just wireless communications. The day is upon us when our thoughts will be even more influenced than now by our peers.

Actually, this has happened before in civilization. We usually associate it with times of oppression, but really, the oppression is somewhat voluntarily accepted. There have been periods when individualism was celebrated, such as the Renaissance, and others when conformity was the only way to survive. But in most instances, those within the situation were unable to conceive of things being any different. Oh, we can judge other eras, but try judging your own. It's very difficult.

However, in the early 21st century A.D. , we have a unique opportunity to see our own world-view changing before our eyes. Technology is about to put us in more than constant touch with each other. Socialization is about to become the defining characteristic of society. (That sounds tautological, doesn't it.)

Many would argue, and many have, that this process has been continuous for decades, and in some sense they are right. But for many years, society has paid lip service to the concept of individual heroes, scientists, innovators, and celebrities. Never mind that many of these are manufactured by a mechanism of capitalism precisely for profit to the corporate world. It seems however, that our cynicism is about to give way to acceptance. Consider the rise of media-mob partnerships in choosing the next american idol, or the public awareness campaigns that have made cigarette smoking, global warming, and now avian flu into major evils in our society.

With the increase in available information (thanks to technology), the average human being is becoming gradually incapable of coping with life as an individual. George Orwell's groupthink is becoming a necessity for survival.

It is just a short step from this to the ridicule and eventual vilification of those who would dare go against the consensus. (Yes, Ayn Rand wrote about this 50 years ago. But her evaluation was itself appropriated and altered by the same capitalistic forces that she praised. Today her philosophy is equated with the mindless group materialism championed by the latest dysfunctional celebrity.)

Of course, the internet is both a cause and possible solution to this problem. The virtual frontier will become the shelter of the independent thinker, their bastion against the tide of group bohemianism that purports to know everything that is good for us. ( I believe this week it is hairball dissolvers).

For now the individual thinker is tolerated, though ridiculed. Eventually he or politically correct she will be looked upon with suspicion, and then discarded. The sad thing is that our own children will never miss us.

The world wants to do these things.

If you want to get published, just write a book on the following.

How to lose weight.
How to stop procrastinating
How to fall in love
How to write a book
How to be happy
How to get a tattoo
How to go on a road trip with no predetermined destination
How to drink more water
How to get married
How to travel the world
How to see the northern lights
How kiss in the rain
How to take more pictures
How learn spanish
How to save money

Sudoku Perception

There is an old saying, so old, that no one remembers it.

Which is my point: All of this information is here on the web right now. Most of it is unknown, unseen, the invisible web, but

that's just a metaphor for what is really invisible, which is the great mass of sensory information that we simply
miss. Lately I've been rather obsessed with this 'dark
information', because it is becoming more apparent to
me that it is key in understanding so much of what drives
and frustrates us.

This same paucity of true information exists in almost everything we're confronted with, simply because there is too much out there for analysis.

What this results in is literally a constructed reality. Witness the fossil record, a paltry handful of rocks that have been through a very selective process that can only hope to support the weight of theory that is in existence now.

In fact, you could characterize this phenomenon as a sociological process, similar to what Thomas Kuhn wrote about, in which a theory becomes more powerful than the data that support it.

True Power and Scientific Method Part 1.

Having just read the Wikipedia post on 'power', I thought I might explain something that most people miss.

Power is not limited to our influence on others, or even to others and our environment. Rather, power also encompasses our internal thoughts and the other worlds we might imagine we inhabit. Let me explain.

If one accepts the premise that the input from one's personal human perception is 'assembled' or 'constructed' into a view of reality, then it soon becomes apparent that we have more power over reality than it might first seem.

But because this premise is not universally accepted, and even may seem to have been disproven by the scientific method, we should first start there.

We can begin with the fact that our sense perceptions change as we age. A 60 year old will often be unable to hear frequencies that a younger person might have no trouble with. You might say that the 60 year old is handicapped, but what is really happening is simply that the 60 year old has a different set of perceptions to work with. Because a younger person may not be able to perceive things the older one might catch, such as mannerisms, tone of voice, and so on.

To take this further, another 60 year old may not be fluent in the same language, which means their perception will be quite different than another person of the same age.

It is easy to pass this distinction off as rare and unusual. My thesis is that it is much more pervasive than the average person realizes. Indeed, it can be the source of complete miscommunication, strife, wars, and other conflict. I'm not alone in this view. You can find information specialists that have a much better handle on this concept than me. What I want to point out is simply that it exists.

Since we obviously construct our world based on our abilities, emotions, and past experience, it may follow that the whole construction is too complex to dwell on. Perhaps we should just take our construction at face value.

Of course, this is what the vast majority of us do. It could even be said that all of us do this at least part of the time. Indeed, the scientific method is aimed not at confirming our world view, but at discovering inconsistencies in it and from these inconsistencies, expanding human knowledge.

To this end, we are constantly conceptualizing. We are taking our perceptions, rearranging them, constructing various categories and fashioning something we call 'reality' based upon a personal system that most likely follows a pattern of doing what worked before.

Now, there have been various methods of altering this construction that have been 'discovered' throughout history. The most prevalent today is, again, the scientific method. And that is well and good. The scientific method might be categorized as a method for developing reliable and repeatable constructions that can be shared among more than one person. It is this sharing that gives the method its power.

Like any method, however, it carries limitations. More on these later.

Ok, that was strange...

Just now, I did the last post twice, because the first time, when I posted it, it went to someone elses blog.

So I had to rewrite it, and left part of it for this post, since it was on a different subject, sort of.

The topic before was spending coherent time wisely, as opposed to the post into another person's blog, which I doubt has happened to many other people. I would regard that as a state of incoherent time, especially since I thought I was in this blog. What I finished the first version of that post up with was my comments on blogs. Since no one reads them, aren't they just an exercise in solipsism? (See my book.)

The upshot of it is that the blog becomes more of a seashell journal. It is out there for someone to pick up, but the likelihood is small. What turned me to this thought was my perusal of the hype behind The Secret', a movie and book that basically repeat Napoleon Hill's classic series starting with 'Think and Grow Rich'. What they have that Napoleon didn't have is a hype machine backing them up.

Because it's all popular for fifteen minutes or so, that will be the subject of another entry later. For now, the important thing is to realize that the hype takes on a life of its own. Or is the important part really that the hype is different from the actual concept. Or is the important thing that the hype is not the important thing, in fact, that hype is overused in this paragraph.

These and other rhetorical questions will be answered later, or maybe never.

What else is there to read?

As my time in this world (the one other people can understand) grows short, I'm trying to spend moments reading better things than the daily news. As a result, I've taken to finding authors on the Nobel Prize winning list, because, why should I waste my time on drivel. George Bernard Shaw famously said "90% of everything is trash".

So lately it's The Glass Bead Game by Hermann Hesse, the book mentioned below, and now a book of short stories by Gabriel Garcia-Marquez.

I've said this better before, so I won't say it again:

The prozac isn't working anymore

Start here.

Luigi Pirandello

One, No one, and a Hundred Thousand.

This is a book by Luigi Pirandello. He won the nobel prize for literature. It is a book about how to go insane. Excellent, though obviously fiction. He left some things out, and put in some things that are made up. Still, it gives clues that are fairly accurate. One: start with your nose.

Borges liked him. Castaneda borrowed from him.

Book Review: Pounce by Ken Stern

Investment Strategy books have to remake themselves every few years, so there is no lack of publications for you to spend your investment profits on.

Ken Stern has written other books, but this one is interesting because it attempts to sell itself to today's chaotic market. The best you can say about Pounce is that it is timely. Just how do you make money in the stock market, now that it has lost half of its value?

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Mr. Stern promises a rational approach, and spends time, a'la Black Swan Theory, explaining that we don't know what we think we know, and we invest our money stupidly.

However, his rational approach is so complex that only the most diligent readers will make it to the end of the book, where he finally outlines how to put his theories/tactics/strategies into action.

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I picked up the book because I think its important to read what investors are reading. However, I don't think this book will make much of an impact (that is, adding to the already overabundance of 'proven' investment strategies) because of its convoluted exposition. Mr. Sterns utilizes a three pronged approach to investing, using market sentiment, economic and market trending, and valuation, combined with several named strategies designed for different situations and utilizing stock screening software. How's that for a straightforward approach? In various places he refers to his strategies as 'cocktails'. So much for objectivity.

However, that being said about the presentation, Mr. Stern is obviously knowlegeable about the market and forces that move it. From that standpoint, one can obtain insight. However, you will have to work hard to glean it from the book.

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Given that most of us have had a rough experience with our actual investments to date, regardless of strategy, who would have the resolve to put their faith in Mr. Stern's cocktails to insure the future of their retirement?

Mary Chapin Carpenter: Goodnight America

I usually find these things long after the fact. Mary Chapin Carpenter released Goodnight America on her CD 'Between Here and Gone' in 2004. It just made it to our main library this week. If you haven't heard it, check it out on Amazon, or get it on itunes.

Mary's voice is wonderful and she's not afraid to play a slow song slow all the way through. A critique, which I'm sure has been noted before: too many of the songs on this CD are in the same key.

But this isn't the CD. This is one song. You don't hear many like this, a song that pulls you out onto the road and into the world. Glen Campbell used to do it with Jim Webb's songs. Robert Pirsig did it with Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. And a few others. It's all too rare today, but maybe that's the way it should be. Shifts of the assemblage point can be precious, and should be guarded.