…yet they still don’t know how to drive a car!

Using a few ballpark figures, I calculated that in the years we’ve had our two Cornish Rex cats (14 years for the first and 13 years for the second), we’ve spent at least $20,000 (I underestimated, I’m sure).

Wet food, dry food, cat litter, toys, treats, food/water bowls, litter boxes (plastic pans, covered boxes, electromechanical “automatic cleaning” boxes and plain cardboard boxes with plastic liners), cat carriers and medical care combined.

Not to mention developing/storing photographs, washing/drying bedcovers, shampooing the carpet and the cost of tapwater for all of the above, including for drinking.

In cat years, our feline companions are in their senior/elderly phase.

One is covered with “liver spots,” displaying two crooked ears from cat fights.

The other teeters and totters after his latest bout of vestibular disease, he, too, with a crooked ear (from an ear infection).

A couple of mouse-munching, cricket-crunching warriors.

They are unaware of our wars and national elections.

They warm up to us on cool days like this one.

They, like the redbud tree outside, teach me that the obsessions and vivid imaginations of our species are minor in comparison to the actions of the grander universe.

Yet they exist because of our species…

…our desire for change within our comfortable sameness.

A thought to remember again and again when members of our species get out-of-hand and seem out-of-control.

 

Solipsist on the lips that insist

Because I am a dying man, my life finite, my energy states infinitely remixed, I am not.

We seek fortune in fortunate times, inopportune times and impermanence.

For some reason I cannot fathom, I am alive, an entity diverted from procreativity to accumulate meanings, multiple meanings, in symbols, grouping sets and subsets with no meaning.

Meaning?

I am not a hard worker.

I am not a physical labourer.

I am because I have not chosen not to be.

There is enough space between me and my social connections that I can rarely talk to people in hours-long stretches but still feel socially viable, socially aware, socially engaged via virtual bonds.

I can listen to the unspoken communication/body language and not respond.

Somewhere in my thought patterns is a phrase, “I don’t care,” that tells me most social interactions are unnecessary.

I can give myself over to small talk when I want but find I’ve lost time, broken an internal conversation with myself that was planning out a new storyline.

Living inside my imagination where all around me is antiquated, quaint, nostalgic, is most often surreal but it’s what I have.

Such is the life of a solipsist.

A defense mechanism from childhood, perhaps?

Who knows.

I gave up analysing why a long time ago and went with the stronger feelings of my inner world, less and less interested in the day-to-day competition of members of my species for resources in the environment against/for other species in their local ecosystem.

If I’m going to die alone, my last thoughts unspoken, why not live the same way?

I need convince no one else my inner world is more exciting than their exciting imagination they’ve yet to discover.

My inner world needs no nourishment, no commercialisation.

My inner world knows no timeline, so it bounces from one thought set in historic placement to another without regard for logic.

I spend many hours a day lost in my inner world, sitting here occasionally to ask myself, to verify to myself, which is more real.

One day I might lose the distinction and babble on about a place and time that has never existed outside my thoughts.

Like melted wax, the two realities are fusing.

If you can’t tell when I’m talking about one or the other, that’s okay.

I look forward to that day.

Now, I sail into the sunset and dream within my inner world where everything is connected and we’ve stopped using labels like trees, animals and people to separate the components, the networked states of energy, that make us the temporary states of energy we once called ourselves “human.”

“Why I voted for the Green Party”

The words we choose follow in perpetuity, echoes crashing against canceling waves upon waves of grain and wheat and grapes and leaves.

A voice appears to appear in the middle of a laptop computer due to stereo speaker sounds competing for binaural ear stimulation interpretation.

I have no idea about today.

I live 1000 years from now, where sounds from this moment are embedded in layers of archaeological papers and electronic storage.

I have.

I live.

A historically accurate portrayal of Christa DeCicco vibrates the air from 2009.

Drumbeats.

Trumpets.

Happiness is sitting here, electricity lighting the air, my eyeballs, the wind, the desktop designed for a writing surface height, not a laptop computer keyboard.

Parties celebrate, mourn, serve, destroy.

Punch bowls, cookies, napkins, candy, cups.

Doing what I want, many expenses spared, nodding my head to the music.

Thinking ahead, behind, behead, ahind, letters and characters symbolically assembling thoughts rhythmically.

Composing the next video.

Looking for an artist, an ensemble, to complete the audiovisual puzzle.

Waiting…

As usual.

Waiting…

Very unusual…

Waiting…

Waiting…

Tables.

Bars.

Songs.

Nonsense words.

13,695 days to go…

Hum, did-ee, dumdum, doo-be, be-too.

Always looking for entertaining theories!

Another theory from a stranger from here:

Tony_Materna • 3 days ago −
Being a cofounder of a neural network technology company in the mid 1980s, I have been startled and disappointed at the lack of progress in developing “brain-like” machines. 25 years later, there are still no commercial neural net based products.

The conclusion I have reached is that there is more going on in the brain than just the strengthening of synapses.
It seems likely to me that the brain is using quantum effects to create consciousness. If that is in any way correct, then mechanical attempts to create ‘artificial intelligence’ will continue to be stuck where they have begun. We will not be able to make significant progress until we have mastered the construction and operation of quantum computers.

Samuel H. Kenyon IRT Tony_Materna • a day ago −
So let’s get this straight. Your company and other companies failed to productize neural nets, therefore consciousness is directly dependent on quantum effects. Sorry, but I’m missing the logic here.

Tony_Materna IRT Samuel H. Kenyon • 13 hours ago
Dear Sam,

My argument is not that because artificial neural networks have failed to produce anything useful, that leads ipso facto to the conclusion that the brain is using quantum effects.

What I was saying is that after a quarter century of study and development with nothing in the way of useful, i.e. commercial, results, the hypothesis that the brain is solely or mainly using synaptic strengthening to encode and process information may be insufficient. Undoubtedly synaptic strengthening is some part of the brain’s signal processing and sensor fusion, but it does not appear to lead to “thinking”, consciousness, or any result that beats traditional signal processing or probability analysis. Something else must be necessary to make the existence proof we have, our brains and consciousness, work.

What else can that be? The limitations of neural networks do not point us anywhere.

An alternate hypothesis can be formulated, and has been. Roger Penrose and Stuart Hameroff, among others, have proposed that the brain is using aspects of quantum particle behavior to effect consciousness.

While I don’t have any particular feelings on their specific theory of how this is coming about, I do find it interesting that Penrose came to it from physics and mathematics, while Hameroff independently arrived at it from his work as an anesthesiologist and that they ended up collaborating. I am also influenced in my musings by the work of Dutch cardiologist, Pim Van Lommel, who after making a prospective study of cardiac arrest patients, and the reports from a subset of them of their near-death experiences, also has concluded that consciousness is a ‘non local’ phenomenon and that quantum effects are potentially the mechanism.

The well documented phenomenon of some people who are brain dead, i.e. their brains are inactive and silent (to the degree that our science can determine it so) and yet they report, often with remarkable precision, the actions and conversation of people around them or even in adjacent rooms or floors (the out-of-body experience), is observational evidence that suggests that consciousness is not contained only inside living brain matter but may have an existence in another plane or dimension. (Van Lommel proposes that the brain is a transceiver to that quantum plane, which is where “you” are encoded right now.) Quantum phenomenon, with its ‘spooky action at a distance’, non local properties, multiple simultaneous states and quantum entanglement, may provide the mechanisms that make thinking and consciousness possible.

The often reported and documented phenomenon of a family member dying on one side of the Earth and a close relative on the other side sensing something seriously amiss within seconds or minutes, sometime even understanding to a certainty what has happened, is inexplicable with traditional hypothesis of brain function, but potentially yields to an understandable, if still theoretical, result of two quantum brains becoming entangled.

You can immediately read Van Lommel’s research on Near Death Experiences in a paper that was published in Lancet, the peer reviewed journal of the British Medical Society:

http://profezie3m.altervista.o…

I can also recommend to you Van Lommel’ follow-up book on the subject:

http://www.amazon.com/Consciou…

For a more easily consumed version of his observations, if you can handle his strong accent, you can watch this video interview with, Dr. Van Lommel:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v…

For a discussion of the possible mechanisms for quantum
conscienceness, this Wikipedia write up is a good introduction to the work of anesthesiologist Stuart Hameroff and his work with physicist Roger Penrose:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S…

If you’d like to hear some first hand accounts of Near
Death Experiences and in particular some of the out-of-body observations, you might enjoy watching these videos:

http://www.biography.com/tv/i-…

What is interesting to me is that whatever the brain is doing, it is doing it right now as you are reading my comments. Further, I suspect that all brains, dog and cat brains, mouse and wasp brains, have evolved using the same quantum mechanisms. As an engineer, and an entrepreneur, I
believe that as we fully understand them, we will be able to simulate these mechanisms, possibly with quantum computers, and then perhaps we can create thinking machines of our own design.

So…

So, the prevailing winds in Rumourton say (or hope) that members of the million-acre land owners club (Ted Turner, John Malone, et al) are preparing private armies for “The Day After Tomorrow” scenarios, using film sets as a cover for paramilitary coordination work between Mexican drug cartel killers, retired defense contractors and urban cowboys in order to “free” America from socialist tyranny.

Truth is in limited supply during election season so season this appetizer carefully before sharing as if any word combos, like Combos(R), are deliciously factual.

Meanwhile, I’ve gotta figure out more of the code words passing through old-fashioned CB communications channels, trying to determine if “guard your bunkers,” “lock and load,” and “time to stop hunkering down” are harmless gamers’ comments or hardcore takeovers of provincial government headquarters.

Millions of children and adults sitting in front of game consoles are about to learn if they’re made of the right stuff, eh?

D-E-V-O-tion, the short story turned game turned film turned over

Well, my little piggies, for whom shall we devote our vote which devolved in a dissolved dessicant disappearing into a detached decanter?

My adherents to the religion known as professional American football tell me the gods of good fortune have pointed us to a victory for the challenger, the incumbent having lost his chances with the defeat of the Redskins yesterday.

On the eve, the cusp, the edge, the cliff, we bait our weighted breath (although some wait with bated breath (rather, bad breath flavored with garlic, chives, garlic chives, cilantro and a hint of jalapeño)), breaking our baked bread, unleavened at your leisure, pleasure, or religious fervor.

Humour me, that’s all I ask.

Take the millions of privately-owned property to train militants for a proxy war of pixies, except not in the heart of Dixie, exception being the heartland, or Penn’s forest, take your pick, and your beer in a Dixie Cup.

Better yet, another nor’easter long before Easter but not on Easter Island, with da plane, da plane.

More as it develops…