Archive for December, 2012

Don’t Mess, Yo

Sunday, December 30th, 2012

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The Past is Fuckin’ Venomous

Friday, December 28th, 2012

Unless cursed by photographic memory, we only have precarious, tentative evidence that we are persistent creatures and have existed for more than one day through our unreliable and rapidly deteriorating memories. Our memories are just enough to give us some loose semblance of identity.

And I am glad for that.

My past is my source root of insecurity. From where the E in Existence that stands for Embarrassment draws its sapping strength.

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Give world leaders and politicians a photographic memory pill. They need it. But for me? I wouldn’t mind sacrificing some consistency for a memory-erasing pill. I think it’d be liberating.

We Aren’t Name People

Wednesday, December 19th, 2012

When folk don’t remember my name, they always tell me about how bad they are with names, how they are better with faces.

Really, just ask me my name, and save a breath of oxygen. I will understand, and it will expedite the process!

I want to (and sometimes) tell them that we are ALL bad with names. And better with faces.

Save those that have to wrack with prosopagnosia.

We are Humans

We are Face People.

Good Weekend

Monday, December 17th, 2012

Here’s how you known you’ve had a good weekend:

-See Jessica Chastain in a really good play (The Heiress). Actually, the play doesn’t matter. Seeing Jessica Chastain in the flesh is enough.

-Watch some trash talking and an almost fight occur between drunk Santas and dancing Hasidic Jews.

-Meet a living Dungeons & Dragons character — in this case, a bearded Brooklynite dwarf rogue who can lockpick and smith.

-Watch cute baby outsnore his father on airplane.

World-Simulation

Wednesday, December 12th, 2012

As outlined in this recent paper, “Constraints on the Universe as a Numerical Simulation,” some physicists have proposed a method to test whether our universe is a numerical simulation. Given that the technical aspects of the paper are hard to understand without the requisite education, the philosophical side of the coin captures me more — though I would love a cogent summary of what a “lattice QCD” is.

The graduate thesis of some slacking student who belongs to a inconceivably advanced civilization — I’d be curious to see if that’s all we are.

In some of the comments discussing this paper online, people have questioned the societal ramifications and implications should we discover that we are residing in a civilization, that we ourselves are essentially more nuanced Sims. The obvious notion that there would be adamant rejection of the conclusion by a set of the global populace, especially and ironically by the heavily religious, was mentioned. Others discussed the possibility that throngs of people would give up spending effort on their lives, no longer seeing any point to their simulated existence.

Me? I’d marvel at the discovery for a couple minutes. Then I’d go back to checking my EMail. And dream about my next adventure.

So what if we are a simulation? I’d still want to make this the most pleasant and habitable numerically simulated Earth possible.