Flashback, courtesy of my father, Dad

Real football -- no pads!

What do you see in a photo?

My father sees his 1966 Chrysler station wagon.

I see my racing bike which could leap over dirt ramps.

A doctor sees my broken wrist and cast.

Who sees the fashionable pants?

Who sees the helmet and cleated shoes?

The brick wall?

The potted plant?

The cracked sidewalk?

The jersey?

The window shutter?

The type of photo paper?

The date?

What else do you see in this nine-year old boy staring back at you, unable to play football because of a plaster-of-paris cast?

Will the real news anchor please step forward?

Hey, why should microbloggers use their real names if national TV broadcasters don’t?

Ask Lana del ray, lana del sol, lana del rey, manta ray, or whatever a singer’s sugar daddy’s publicist’s agent calls her these days.

BTW, our inside sources at the Vatican say that, after watching the Super Bowl, they have removed the singer commonly known as Madonna from their Public Enemy No. 1 list and replaced her with certain members of the U.S. Presidential Administration who, unfortunately, the Vatican cannot secretly have hoped were aborted by their mothers long ago.

After their great tickertape parade through the leaning towers of heroes in Manhattan, the NY Giants held a quiet buffet dinner to give out post-season awards.  This year, the newest one, the Welker Award, was handed to the receiver who did the worst job faking a dropped pass in a crucial situation.  We aren’t allowed to divulge the winner, however, due to concerns the Patriots may try to hire that player in the offseason.

While on the subject, a special edition candy bar will hit the stores soon.  Nestlé has announced that the jersey numbers of the Patriots’ Hernandez and Welker will adorn the end of Butterfinger candy bars.  Buy ’em quickly — only a limited run has hit the streets!

Avogadro’s Number, or is it PV = nRT?

In our supercomputer simulations, we represent sub/cultures and countries as molecules.

In one recent simulation, we asked the supercomputer network to calculate how many helium-filled balloons it would take to carry a payload into outer space.

The computer stopped immediately and asked exactly how we planned to fill the balloons with helium.

In other words, if one balloon is “full” of helium, it will burst at a lower elevation than a balloon only partially “full,” but the partially-filled balloon will not carry as large a payload.

A latex rubber knapsack problem intersecting a few gas laws.

You, the reader, are fully aware, aren’t you, what this means.

An enclosed space that we pretend contains largely a uniform distribution of a “pure” substance — gas or subcultural beliefs, for example — tends to behave according to simple mathematical formulae.

Telegraph a public message that contains little in the way of subtext and you can expect a ready answer in return.

On the other hand, atmospheric conditions are not uniform.  Pressure is related to density of gas molecules and gas ratio distribution, is it not?  Atmospheric disturbances, including solar heat related phenomena and patterns we give labels such as “Arctic Oscillation” also play into the picture.

People, are, for the most part predictable.  A person raised in a remote Pakistani village will probably not suddenly start dancing a perfect Argentinian tango from out of nowhere.

Which means we can tell the supercomputer to add layered parameters to the simulation, with every layer’s data passed into the simulation and the simulation rerun when the previous layer’s data has been crunched into output that is available to add to the next layer’s data crunching.

Inside every layer are matrices of changes, some predictable and some random, that we build from hypotheses and hallway discussions rather than tried-and-true scientific formulae broken down into simple subroutines.

Often, we save a set of output data, vary a layer’s matrix and rerun the simulation for one specific layer over and over with large numbers of matrix variations.

What’s the point of having a good hypothesis if you can’t subject it to rigorous testing and verification?

So, if I want a payload of a known mass that is not changed by atmospheric pressure changes to reach outer space, I give the supercomputer network the number of balloons I wish to attach to the payload and ask it to tell me at which elevations the balloon(s) burst until the last one carries the payload into outer space.

The same goes for the 3D chess game that is the constant interaction of sub/cultures.  A person is a molecule is a subculture is a balloon is a culture is a generalised personality archetype.

Bottom line: two issues hog some of the international news spotlight — the massacres in Syria and the nearly uncontrollable bankrupt behaviour of Greece.

It’s like telling Hernandez’ agent that the NY Giants will find a way to secretly reward him for his behaviour toward the end of the 2012 NFL Super Bowl.  Some things should be too obvious to mention.

But they aren’t.

So, we have to proceed with what’s next.

The Committee wants to box me into a corner and force me into making a decision that sways the next U.S. Presidential election.

Some want me to reveal what the supercomputer network says is a religious forecast that predicts the balance of faith-based belief for the next century or so.

Others want to ensure their families are well provided for, as usual.

For me, it’s always the hardest task to give the supercomputer network a touch of irony and sarcasm in its output.

I don’t care whether a CPU is multicore and has interlaced optical memory or if some portions of the network still operate with relay-based and bubble memory.

I sit here, after the end of a grueling session with the Committee, with seven billion of us to manage, as individuals, multiplexed into subcultures or a combination of the two that I vary by degrees in simulation scenarios that either I see fit to estimate or is input by the hacker network I depend on to throw me an unexpected curve every now and then.

Change is constant.

If India completely rejects monetary aid from the UK, who will follow by example?  Will this influence future Saudi military contracts with the U.S.?  Will Greece break up into city-states once again?  Will Syria divide into Assad-controlled and international consortium-controlled sectors, leading to the creation of the next “Berlin Wall” and a lukewarm Cold War?

And, looking back 1000 years from now, will we say this next millennium was the era of extremophiles, our only encounter with “alien” or extraterrestrial lifeforms being a set of states of energy we were unable to see or comprehend with current technology in 2012 but wholly integrated into our way of life by 3011?

Questions, questions, questions.

The saga continues unabated.

Is any one life more important than maintenance of the status quo to preserve a subculture’s place in the jigsaw puzzle of global belief sets?

Yes and no.

At least according to one simulation after the next.

Every life is important.

Every life is canceled out at one level or another of scenario stacking.

One relationship disappears and another takes its place.

Interdependencies described in the world’s longest SQL statement.

All just to say what is the smallest number of balloons to take an indescribable payload into outer space.

Outer space is infinitely bigger than the sphere from which we calculate its intersection with us.

A finite sphere full of everyday drama begging for attention 24/7.

Time’s a-wastin’!

Labour Credits

According to my current bathroom reading material, “The Intellectual Devotional: American History,” when Cornelius Vanderbilt died in 1877, his estate, worth >$100 million, exceeded the holdings of the United States Treasury at the time.

Therefore, income inequality in the U.S. has cycled more than once through significant highs and lows.

If, as economic historian (or political scientist, if you will) Francis Fukuyama states in this interview,  the German economic model benefits the whole society, what, if any, are the negative aspects that prevent Americans from adopting the same or similar model?

Higher taxes?

Tariffs?

And if Greece is just a system of closed corporations, are any of them too big to fail?  If not, why not let them implode and give the dregs/leftovers/wreckage to the lowest bidders at that point?

A nod to many soon, including Juliette Binoche in “Certified Copy” and “Jet Lag” — may she inspire Julie Delpy to reprise her character Celine in the Before Sunrise/Sunset series.  Danielle at Mori Luggage reminds me of her so perhaps we can make a local production that imagines the ending to the trilogy…

Last, but not least, am I the only one who can’t look at the New England Patriots without trying to figure out how they cheated their way into the Super Bowl this time?  No matter how much the players will claim it is their hard work and talent that got the team there, something tells me that Belichick has another lying/cheating scandal waiting to be revealed by an investigative reporter someday soon.  Why the NFL did not boot him tells me a lot about the league and its owners.  Take that as a challenge to win, NY Giants!

Syria is Russia’s last hope that the Islamic movement infecting the Middle East does not spread.  Do EU countries care?  What about China or the U.S.?  Is Sharia a threat or a welcome change?  Do Buddhists or Hindus care?

Time for me to meditate on dinner and dancing the Charleston.  G’night!

The stuff of life

A nod to food lover’s celebration of National Croissant Day.

Last night, while I was working on the computer, my wife watched a television show centered on competing celebrity cooks.  One of the cooks, named Rachael, commented that a guest on the show, her publicist, was her closest friend only because she paid him to be (or something like that).  I’m sure she was joking but the look on the guy’s face…well, I won’t watch another show with my wife when that particular celebrity cook is on.  Either her jokes fall flat or her friends are being paid enough to pretend to like her.

Besides, here in the States, the quinessential professional sporting event that centers on husky guys bashing their minds to pieces is coming up — the NFL Super Bowl, of course.

Speaking of which, will the Indianapolis Colts survive as a/n inter/national brand if a new quarterback takes the helm from an elitist school like Stanford?  It’s one thing to be good or even great at the position — it’s another to be the complete “regular guy” package, John Elway an example of the exception rather than the rule.

Enough of the chattering.  Time to give the reluctant leader his word on the state of the world economy:

Last night, as the Committee debated whether Greece should be more intricately tied into the global indebtedness scheme or cast aside as worthless chattel, I looked at the Committee members’ face, hooded as they are beneath a variety of caps, hats, hairstyles and heavy eyelids.

What were they thinking?  I can look back at supercomputer analysis of their previous behaviour and make a well-educated guess as to what they’ll do/say next, but in those moments before they speak or act, can I assess, can I surmise, can I imagine the vast difference between how their brains work and how the brains work of non-Committee members?

Therefore, I turned up the sensitivity of the brain readers mounted in the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room to answer my question.

The results amazed me.  It was not only the individual brains that astounded but also the smooth transition between chemical emissions of the individuals, basically how their/our whole bodies acted as one at the molecular level, that impressed me.

Which made me realise we are one species on one planet as always.

No matter how we decide to treat the disparity between the Greek economic output and monetary inflow, we must still deal with them — the Greek people and their in/efficient enterprising ways — as part of our species’ total interaction.

In other words, if the density of people per square hectare in certain parts of the world — I’m thinking of India and China, especially, but can think of other places, too, such as Bangladesh — encourages them to continue their outward migration, would Greece remain Greece if the traditional inhabitants loosely associated with descendancy from those Greeks who formed what we think of classic Greek art/architecture/philosophy/science (i.e., “Ancient Greece“) were completely replaced with people from other cultures, who may or may not have completely assimilated?

You get where this going, don’t you?  Are the Committee members dedicated to preserving Greece as the seat or foundation of Western Civilisation even if the people of Greece are no longer related to the founders of Ancient Greece?

Ultimately, are economic decisions purely economic?  After all, we aren’t unemotional robots moving numbers in a spreadsheet.  Culture still plays a part in our daily lives.

How do we want sub/culture — past, present and future — to influence us at the superficial and molecular level?

I guess the reluctant leader would like a view 1000 years from now to tell him which decisions worked best, wouldn’t he?

Let’s save that view for another blog entry.  Time for more music…

Pic of the day

Across the street from me, workers walk the roof beams of a new house under construction.  If I hold my fingers up and sight a worker between them, the worker is about ant-sized from here.

The house wasn’t there a week ago — the walls and roof are going up quicker than seeds in the former farm field took root.

Years have passed since the last time I heard an AgCat swoop in and out, spraying the fields full of soybean, corn or cotton.

Instead, row after row after row of suburban tracts spread east of here.

When, 1000 years from now, while we’re sitting here discussing this blog entry, will we understand the concept of suburban living?

Will we perceive a period of growth of our species when two-dimensional plans for living space were a common norm?

When did it become an uncommon norm?

Tiny bricks-and-sticks castles members of our species once called home.

I stapled sheets of galvanised metal mesh over holes under the eaves of our house to limit attic access by raccoons.

Although I didn’t mind watching the raccoons come and go, my wife couldn’t sleep at night when the baby raccoons bounced and chased each other above the roof over our bed.

Silence fills the space where the raccoons once played.

I’m sure the broad-headed skinks and bats will return to the attic and chimney, much quieter occupants that my wife will not know about — out of sight (and sound), out of mind, as they say.

When did people think grassy spaces were the preferred method of landscaping around one’s domicile that was most acceptable?

Sitting here on a celestial body devoid of ants, spiders, moles, trees, snakes, algae, fungus, ferns and mold, I wish I could explain why my ancestors let their yards grow wild.

You don’t appreciate what you had until it’s gone.

Sure, some of my workmates have found ways to play games once popular on Earth — golf, tennis, futball and such — but the dust they kick up tells the story, doesn’t it?  Nothing living that disturbs which we destroy to accommodate our leisure gamespace.

That’s the thing about living here.  No competitition against other species to keep us busy.  No insect/rodent exterminators, no crop insecticides, no preservatives or other means of fighting back nature’s way of seeking equilibrium, inertial or otherwise.

We’re not completely sterile, of course.

We’re so integrated with each other, though, that we detect the start of pathological infectious disease infestation in one of us so quickly that we can redirect resources, both internal and external, with the tiniest of thoughts, repairing and adding telomeres as long as we want to stay alive.

At 503 years of age, I’m older than most here on this colony but still younger than some lifeforms on Earth, both mobile and stationary.

Am I wiser?  I don’t think so.  Ubiquity of information makes all of us as wise as another.

Well, it’s time I revert back to your chronological space and share my mortal self with you, observing your ignorance and suppressing a smile at how antiquated everything you do seems to me and others 1000 years in the future.

Don’t think of this as time travel.  Think of it as me immersing myself in your historical records, becoming one of you virtually while parallel thought processes of mine live in my time, too, “earning” my place in our mesh-network society.

Just a position – Juxtaposition

[One more break before the story recommences]

A nod to the family of Flo Trotter, a dear friend who corresponded with me years ago, sharing her strong belief in the Christian Bible by writing letters to me containing Bible verses upon which she expanded her lifeview — Flo, you will be missed greatly.

Sitting with three cigars in front of me and a 1pint-6oz bottle of brown ale by Legend Brewing Co. of Richmond, VA, I nod, also, to the ball coach of a little university in the state of Pennsylvania, who died of lung cancer — may your children and grandchildren outlive the highs and lows of your reputation.

A little while ago, I finished listening to a live performance by the organist Gail Archer, as part of Covenant Presbyterian Church’s Covenant Concerts, in concert with the Greater Huntsville Chapter of the American Guild of Organists.  The program included pieces by Buxtehude, Bach, Schumann, Hensel, Tower and Liszt.

I took notes during the concert but left them in another room of the house where my wife sleeps.

  Summary: Archer provided the right articulation and emotional input to make every piece of music a joy in itself.  I thank her for promoting the art of organ playing — I’ve waited 25 years to hear an organ concert in the Covenant Presbyterian church sanctuary and it was well worth the wait.

I listen to her An American Idyll CD while composing this journalistic blog entry.

Meanwhile, bulky guys with uniforms bounce off each other during an NFL playoff game of little to no interest to me (Ravens and Patriots).  I’ll wait until this evening’s game to sit and eat chips, drink beer and veg out during the Giants-49ers game.

Is public education ever going to keep up with the changing economy?

Or do children, like always, find a way to make a living despite an incomplete/inappropriate childhood education?

What is Russia doing to prevent meaningful military intervention in Syria’s internal strife/killing spree between two equally brutal forces?  Better yet, why, Russia, why?  Putin, I think better of you than this.  You, too, Medvedev.

Well, commercialised football viewing calls my name.  Talk with you tomorrow, when the hesitant leader of the Committee picks up the pace of making sure the scheduled event taking place 13,984 days from now goes off without a hitch.

Like the label says, “FRESH BEER – KEEP COOL”!

A Guinea Pig for Chemistry

Even behind-the-scenes writers and not-so-fortunate fortunetellers need a break every now and then.

All afternoon, I sat in a chair at the Salon Professional Academy while a friend, Tammie, coloured and cut my hair, changing me from a white-haired guy to a ginger-haired professorial type.

Thanks, Tammie, and to your colleagues, for the fun, friendship and new hairstyle.

Now, back to the story you know will keep you in your seats…

= = =

Thanks to MailPro; Richard, Ray and Julie at Lowe’s; USPS; B&N; Jonathan at Anaheim Chili.

Congrats to the NY Giants.

Honestly

While the LSU and Alabama [semipro] college football teams prepare to battle for a win in Snooze Fest 2.0 (aka the BCS National Football Championship (at least it’s not named a “World” title in usual American fashion)), rumour has it that the creators/financiers of the film “Drag0nheart” have settled for 50% of all earnings, both past and future, from the estate of J.K Rowling and the creators/financiers of the Harry Potter films and associated merchandising/memorabilia for obvious ripoffs of Dragonheart’s storyline and characters.

Iran denies it has the strength of China behind it in threatening to close down Hormuz and the U.S. denies that the people onboard the ship they rescued from pirates were high-ranked members of the Iranian government seeking to escape from a country getting choked on its own oil reserves and hoping to get their hands on offshore bank accounts.

Meanwhile, the people of Bolivia have expressed strong interest in swapping places with the people of Belize and the people of New Zealand have expressed an even stronger interest in not swapping places with the people of Australia.

Miners and other of the extracting persuasion are happy to give up their operations in the bitter cold of Antarctica in exchange for developing a pipeline of extraction in the area commonly known as the country of Afghanistan.

Kurds eating their curds and whey are on their way there, too, tired of dealing with the genocidal maniacs who claim allegiance to a political entity called Turkey (which, incidentally, is full of turkey and well-stuffed with good Armenian cooks…cooked stories about Armenian natural disappearances, that is).

And no, these two news items are not related, aren’t they?  [where’s a good triple-negative when you need one?]:

A nod to Ada Byron and the women of ENIAC, brainiacs who changed the world.