In desperate times…

In a last-ditch effort to save his reelection chances, Obama announced today that the U.S. government was declaring a total amnesty on all college student loans, effectively cancelling them immediately in exchange for those with student loans to perform a minimum of two years of voluntary service for the U.S. government hand-building bridges, roads and other infrastructure in order to make way for the mandatory massive reeducation of all unemployed U.S. citizens.

Hillary Clinton said it was the best deal she could get for the American people to save this country by keeping large-scale manufacturing in Chinese hands and, at the same time, honour one of China’s leaders, Mao, by forcing the American people into the 21st century using tactics similar to Mao’s Great Leap Forward and the Cultural Revolution.

Those who refuse the education will be sent to Chinese factories to endure real hardships while traveling in real hard ships over a rough Pacific Ocean.

Long live the Revolution!  Calloused hands are the sign of weak, backward workers! REEDUCATE!

More as it develops!

Two data points

Would you believe that Vladimir Putin is a big fan of the actor, Jeff Daniels?

Yes, it is true.  Putin admits privately that his latest stunt, flying with cranes, was inspired by a film starring Jeff Daniels, Fly Away Home.

Men quit jobs due to Internet addiction but deny they’re asexual, claim it’s just a cat infection problem — news at 12, 1, 4, 5, 5:30, 6, 6:30, 8, 9, 9:30, 10, 10:30, 11, 11:30, 12…as soon as Tom Brokaw wakes up from his sleeping pill addiction, that is.

Drum roll, please!

Wake us up after the ECB finishes its latest fruitless fishing expedition — you won’t find many appetising meals in the EU economy.

13,755 Days to Go

In the warm evenings of the year, I sleep on a sofa in the sunroom, often woken up by my wife on her way to work.

This morning, after my wife left, I heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet and opened my eyes to see a squirrel licking up the dew on top of one of the skylights.

On the driveway yesterday, a line of ants moved back and forth from one location to another, unencumbered by hungry predators, the ants walking around dry leaves and hickory nuts that fall from trees in this miniseason of early autumn.

The sounds of residential construction hit my ears — hammering, sawing, splintering wood — and I wonder about not just the waste and fraud in the medical business but the waste and redundancy in construction.

As long as it’s cheaper to dump leftover construction material in landfills, we have no incentives to drive innovation in construction methods unless there’s also a profit motive.

How can we increase the profit motive without imposing fees or adding regulatory disincentives?

For instance, what happens to old material — shingles, tiles, sheet metal, nails, underlayment — after a house is reroofed?

Where are the innovators in the reuse/recycle field?

We can easily see the potential energy of water behind a dam but we can’t see the potential energy of material in a house before remodeling?

I look through the lens of my eyes and all I see are sets of states of energy devoid of anthropomorphic qualifications.

What if we all saw life that way, how some states of energy bond more readily than others, rather than superficial qualities that are in meme states only?

Outside the window, the redbud leaf that is full of holes and starting to yellow has a sense of beauty about it but beauty is truly only in the eyes of the beholder.  The holes chewed in the leaf indicate a set of states of energy found the leaf material useful for strengthening its bonds, not for any sense of beauty I may assign either one.

Let us not confuse our brain’s excess capacity for making sense of the world around us for more than what it always is — adapting to our environment to improve our chances to reproduce our sets of states of energy.

Some useful websites for today:

Fifty years until the next generation of real innovation?

I’m floating in a thought set of two Thai teas right now so my ability to pull memories out of the nether reaches of the brain is muddled.

What is the difference between idol worshipers and the idolised?

What makes groups of people find true innovation?

Imagine the following conversation…

= = = = =

Today, we have brought together some of the brilliant geniuses of the past (as opposed to the non-brilliant ones, that is) — Tesla, Eastman, Marconi, Edison, Nakamatsu, Einstein, Khayyám, Curie — in order to find out their thoughts about today’s revolution in technology.

Moderator: “Gentlemen and lady, welcome.”

All: “Thank you.”

Moderator: “During this time of year, technology vendors tell us about their latest offerings in the open market.  We’d like your opinions about their engineering achievements.”

Curie: “I am a scientist, not an engineer.”

Einstein: “Me, too.”

Moderator: “No problem.  We only want your opinion about the practical applications of research you performed in your lifetimes.”

Curie: “Please proceed, Monsieur.”

Moderator: “Thank you.  Over the past few days, we have seen many devices demonstrated by company executives that are meant to simplify…”

Eastman: “Are you saying that executives themselves are simplifying something?”

Moderator: “No.  Let me finish and you see what I am trying to say.”

Edison:  “As both inventor and company man, I can tell you that simplifying your work for the public is no easy challenge.  Why, look at Tesla here.  Does anyone remember who he is.  I bet Westinghouse would have a thing or two to add if he were he.  By the way, where is he?”

Moderator: “Well, we put out a call for him but instead, strangely enough, we received an RSVP from a musical act calling itself AC/DC.”

Edison: “Very interesting.  Yet, you also invited me.  Were you trying to send a message?”

Marconi: “Who, me?”

Moderator: “No.  Please let me continue…”

Curie: “Gentlemen.  Let our moderator finish what he had to say.”

Moderator: “Thank you.  Anyway, we have a lot of devices to talk about so I’ll get right to it.  We have placed on the table in front of you several of the latest products — some of them still in the prototype stage — that we would like you to comment upon.  Let’s start with this one, the Motorola Droid Razr Maxx HD.  Who would like to comment first?”

Tesla: “Okay, I will bite.  What is this interesting toy?”

Moderator: “This is a mobile phone.”

Tesla:  “A phone, you say?  Where is the receiver?”

Moderator: “Well, that’s the thing, sir.  You see, it is the receiver.”

Tesla: “A-ha.  I see this is like a tiny television, is it not?”

Moderator: “Yes.  Good analogy.  You’ll also be glad to know that it uses wireless technology to send and receive radio signals…”

Marconi:  “A wireless?  Why didn’t you say so?  How do you power this device?”

Moderator: “With a battery.”

Edison: “AC or DC current?”

Moderator: “DC.”

Edison: “Very exciting.  I can see why Westinghouse chose not to show up.  What about this musical act, AC/DC?  Did they finally decline the invitation?”

Moderator: “No, they decided to show up by proxy.  Here, let me show you.  Mr. Marconi, if you will hand me the phone…?”

Marconi: “Certainly.”

Moderator: “I’ll just bring up the music app…”

Eastman: “‘Music app’?”

Moderator: “Oh, sorry.  This phone has its own built-in memory…uh, well, not unlike camera film…”

Eastman: “Really?”

Moderator: “No…I mean…well, Ms. Curie, your research into radioactivity, combined with Einstein’s work on relativity, has opened up many engineering and science fields, including work on erasable memory.”

Tesla: “You can erase memories now?  Fascinating…”

Moderator: “Well, not human memories, I mean…”

Tesla: “Oh?  Well, that’s too bad.  Imagine being able to erase ordinary memories from your mind so you could create more room for important research…”

Moderator: “Anyway, let’s get back on schedule.  Inside this phone, like most of the devices we’ll review today, are miniaturised computing and memory units, not unlike the analog computers some of you are familiar with.  Back to the demo!  Here is what the rock band AC/DC sounds like…” [plays “Back in Black” by AC/DC]

Einstein: “Very interesting use of distortion…”

Moderator: “Yes, these are electrified instruments.  If you gather closer, you can see the band performing.”

Curie:  “Looks like that young man is wearing his pants a little short, n’est pas?”

Einstein: “I am impressed that the men can see what they’re playing with their hair so long.”

Moderator: “Yes, I understand what you mean.  Anyway, let’s move on.  Here is the next device, the Nokia Lumia 920.”

Tesla: “Why is it sitting on that little hot plate?”

Moderator: “Well, sir, this is exactly the sort of thing I thought you’d appreciate.  The ‘hot plate,’ as you call it, is a wireless charger for the battery.”

Tesla: “Wireless electricity?!  If I was still alive, I would be sainted for this, wouldn’t I?”

Moderator: “Yes, sir.  In fact, there is a movement to do just that.”

Tesla:  “All those years in isolation, fearing that no one would understand me in this or any century, let alone on this planet…”

Moderator: “And for you, Mr. Eastman, this phone has a camera.”

Eastman: “What do you mean?”

Moderator: “In fact, there are two cameras, one that faces away from you and one that faces you, which detects your face and will turn off if you stop looking at it.”

Eastman: “Amazing.  But this is all it can do?”

Moderator: “We have more product offerings to show you from manufacturers such as LG, HTC, Amazon and Apple…we can get to those later.  So far, what do you think about our incredible technical achievements?”

Einstein: “I don’t know.  I mean, we had telephones and cameras in my day…”

Tesla: “And I demonstrated wireless radio so long ago…”

Marconi: “No, I did.”

Tesla: “Whatever you choose to believe is up to you…”

Curie: “But what do they do, exactly?”

Moderator: “Madame, these devices — the smartphones and tablets, as we call them — allow scientists and doctors from around the world to gather together in realtime.”

Eastman: “So you have solved the problem of teleportation?”

Edison: “Yes, has the ultimate goal that us scientists, engineers and inventors kept from the public — traveling through space and time — reached fruition?”

Moderator: “Not exactly.  Check this out.  You can see one another’s faces and hear your voices nearly instantaneously, though.”

Tesla: “And all this takes place wirelessly?”

Moderator: “Yes.”

Tesla: “This is all you have achieved in the decades since I’ve been gone?”

Moderator: “Well, not exactly.  We have sent men to the moon…”

Curie: “No women?”

Moderator: “That’s right.  But more than one woman has gone into outer space…”

Curie: “…and cured cancer by now, I imagine.”

Moderator: “Not exactly.”

Together: A collective sigh.

Tesla: “So what you’re saying is that the work we’ve done is just being worked and reworked all over again, combining and recombining the hard years of research for which we sacrificed our lives, our reputations, our…”

Einstein: “Precisely my thoughts.  I suppose by now someone has absolutely proved or, God forbid, disproved my theories and moved on to more important science?”

Moderator: “Not exactly.”

Einstein: “I see.”

Nakamatsu: “You may think that these are unimportant achievements but I can tell you that the research does not progress as fast as you think it does.  Just like in your day, there is so much competition that a lot of redundancy prevents inventors like us from making significant progress.”

Khayyám: “These smartphones, as you call them.  What else can they do?  The tablets appear to be a magic slate of some kind.”

Moderator: “Yes, sir.  Let me show something that you might find interesting, as simple as it seems to us today — the graphing calculator function.  You just plug in the formula here…and a graph of the formula, or function, is displayed there.”

Khayyám: “Wonderful, wonderful.  It is poetry in motion!”

Tesla: “The more I see these things, the more I ask myself whether you have carried my research to its conclusion.  Can you control minds with these smartphones?  Is there a universal mind behind them?”

Moderator: “Sort of.  Some people call it the web browser-based search engine.  Others call it wikipedia, baidu or google.”

Khayyám: “‘Google’?  Is that a mathematical term?”

Moderator: “In a way, yes.  Some say it is an intentional misspelling of the word ‘googol,’ one followed by 100 zeroes.”

Khayyám: “So the universal mind is truly mathematical?  It is just as I thought.  I can return to my eternal meditation upon the true meaning of the philosophical poet who dabbles in mathematics.”

Moderator: “Well, that’s about all the time we have.  What I’m gathering from you is an intriguing mix of disappointment and satisfaction.”

Tesla: “Yes, your devices are fun to look at.  However, where are the brilliant minds of today?  Have they not advanced science any further?  Are they just building upon our old research?”

Einstein: “I suppose the atomic bomb is a thing of the past by now, given what you’ve shown us, opening up young people across the world to break down barriers of ignorance and connecting together their joy and vigour, ridding the world of unnecessary violence.  No, wait, don’t say it!”

Moderator and Einstein in unison: “Not exactly.”

Moderator: “Thanks again for joining us.  Since it seems I have not completely impressed you with our ‘all-in-one’ devices, let’s reconvene in…let’s say, oh, another 100 years and see if I can’t knock your socks off, as the saying goes.”

Curie: “Don’t call me until you’ve found a cure for radiation poisoning.”

Tesla: “Don’t bother me until they’ve found more practical applications for my inventions like mind control or creating earthquakes to move mountains.”

Khayyám: “Call me anytime but give me more time to wake up from my meditative sleep, next time.”

Einstein: “Hey, if you don’t have to put me back to sleep right now, I won’t complain.”

Nakamatsu: “Wasn’t the floppy disk a great invention?  I thought so.  The tiny memory card there is not so different, is it?  Let me show you what I think it’ll turn into next…”

Edison: “I want to know one thing.  How many iterations will it take until those things are so tiny they’ll fit inside your ear where DC power is the only way to go?  Take that, Westinghouse, wherever you are!”

Marconi: “I’m with Tesla on this one, despite our previous differences.”

Tesla: “It’s about time…”

Moderator: “Yes, the concept of time is still something we share in common.  Until next time, dear readers!”

 

Just Another Gnome, Elf, Ogre, Dwarf or Fairy Tale

From watching a film titled “Monsters” that started in San Jose, Central America, to earthquakes that take place in San Jose, Costa Rica, we find instantaneous coincidental incidences that drive our storytelling off the charts.

Do you want your STEM experts/geniuses to gather their education on the spur-of-the-moment JIT (or JIT) need or do you want them to be SMEs or members of SMEs for SMEs on the spot, all the time?

Again, look at what South Korea is doing.

Business and wealth accumulation are just one of the many religions on this planet but not the only ones.

I have bowed to the gods of business — Dale Carnegie, Jack Welch, Bill Gates and Steve Jobs — but I hesitate to bend over for any of them anymore, now that my pile of gold is big enough and tall enough to stand on its own and look me in the eye.

My newfound wealth is the joy of discovering life around me that has no ties to wealth accumulation — the joy of idleness.

There is peace in sitting still and listening to the sounds of the universe.

But I have no offspring to protect and nurture, no legacy to protect, I remind myself, so my goals, or lack of them, are not yours.

I have let the whirlwinds of your desire for power and wealth drag me into your business, which is indeed very entertaining and quite honestly a change from day after day of hours of meditation on the meaning of a piece of lint on another planet.

It is easy to see how managing a species of 7+ billion can be thrilling, even seductive.

My life is limited and slipping away, lost temporarily in your world of political maneuverings and power struggles.

I have watched the invention of the computer change very little in 50 years — going back and forth from one version of the dumb terminal

to another

ooh…look, honey, they’ve reduced a desktop computer down to the size of a handheld writing tablet with text too tiny to read with these middle-aged eyes!  And now it’s wireless!  Whoo-hoo!  Break out the moonshine — they’re calling ’em phablets now!!!  Why, afore you know it, they’ll figure out how to convert my blood straight to pure grain alcohol without the need o’ swallowin’ the dadgum rotgut to begin with.  Maybe even keep muh liver from picklin’, too!  Yee-haw!

Oh well, I’m just happy that there are young people today who care about formal education in moderation while keeping their eye on the big picture, whatever that means to them — advancing the field of pure science or working on the latest smartphone app for pure profit, or doing nothing at all, if they so please, living on the dole and telling each other tall tales (“Yes, I ran an ultramarathon in under 2 hours but the government wants to keep it a secret because I’m a special agent keeping you safe from invisible aliens.”).

The Uncool Factor

Do you watch minitrends come and go, wishing you’d joined in or at least made some snarky comment at the end of a news article about one?

Trendspotting is as much a trendy habit amongst the chattering classes as trainspotting used to be amongst the pocket watch clattering crowds.

Rich or poor, famous or obscure, we live and die, don’t we, as trends pass us by?

Billions of heads bobbing up and down in the soup of life we call our planetary atmosphere.

Will South Koreans stop chasing advanced college degrees in order to get good paying jobs because there aren’t enough jobs for people with tonnes of knowledge shoved into their neurons?

Will the U.S. continue to see a rise in minimum-wage jobs that count toward full employment, even if the workers themselves are underemployed?

How long can the billions, many climbing up to minimum wage jobs and many falling down into minimum wage jobs, survive on promises until the equilibrium is unethically inequal?  Promises compared to what?

These questions I ponder as I process the information I read from a product announcement made earlier today in New York City.

Plenty of people seemed desperate to tell me how great the newest Nokia smartphones will be in someone’s life, if not mine.

It was like listening to futurists tell me they were finally delivering the promises of yesterday’s future visions — flying cars, elevators to the Moon and immortality — that had already fallen out of fashion, no matter how fascinating, technically speaking.

All in a platform that seemed like something I’d seen before…iPod nano:

Versus the latest announcement, the Nokia Lumia 920:

What, no click wheel?  lol

Anyway, looks like the Ballmer/Elop/Harlow ship continues to spring leaks, but not the good kind.  Innovation is not the same as the “cool factor” that eludes many companies unaware of or unable to capture the zeitgeist for their personal use when trying to wow us with unavailable gizmos not a part of our general social sphere.

I think my mind is made up (and I don’t have a mind!) — without pricing or release date for the Nokia/Windows8 phones to go on, and the Nokia 800/900 being a Windows 7 deadend (or nearly so), I’m throwing my money at Samsung and one of its smartphones — probably the Galaxy SIII but possibly the Note II because having a phablet is the whole point of my venture into the smartphone world.

[And Hezbollah, you can kick my shiny, white Aston Martin.]

Two books for the day

More to add to the reading backlog list:

As they say, it’s better to play dumb and be dumb than to play dead and be dead…

Another Miracle Cure for the Near-Sighted

Do you ever wonder what your doctor is not telling you?

We here at the Research Centre have the medical answers you seek.

Did you know that most people who are near-sighted can trace their eye problems to sleep posture?  How about far-sighted people or people with astigmatism?

Yes, that’s right!  Depending on how you sleep on your side, you place an undue amount of continuous pressure on your eyeballs, pressing your pillow or your hand into your orbs and causing permanent compression problems.

Surely, you’ve noticed how you wake up in the morning and one eyeball seems to have more difficulty seeing than the other?

Don’t let that stand in your way of a life of perfect eyesight.

The Research Centre has developed a special device that fits you and only you, gently cupping the area around your eyes and preventing foreign objects from pressing against them.

Send us the 3D image of your head captured by your gaming system like a Kinect or any 3D scanning device and we will convert that image into a perfect, personalised JKin3000 Eye Protection System just for you.

No worries about your bed partner accidentally using yours.

In fact, if you order now, we’ll build a second unit for your partner at 50% off the retail price.

But wait, that’s not all!!!

If you order in the next 2 microseconds, we’ll create a whole set of eye protection systems for your entire family (limited to two adults and two children, please, although four consenting adults may enjoy this offer for just 10% more).

No more bullies at school calling your children “four eyes”!

No more cleaning sweat off your glasses after a 10 kilometre run!

But don’t take our word for it.  Listen to the way our paid actors read compensated testimonials!

“I used to worry that I wasn’t getting second dates because of my glasses.  After six weeks of wearing the JKin3000, clearing up my eyesight, it’s not my glasses that turn off dates but the giant, hairy wart at the end of my nose.  Thank you, Research Centre, for ‘opening my eyes’ to the possibilities of plastic surgery!”

“The JKin3000 saved my life.  A tree limb fell through our roof and would have ended my marriage if it weren’t for glancing off my wife’s JKin3000 instead of puncturing her skull and piercing my shoulder, instead, rendering my arm useless.  Thank you, Research Centre, for putting me on permanent disability!”

“My kids used to give me a hard time about my contact lenses, calling me old-fashioned because I wouldn’t consider LASIK surgery.  Thanks to the JKin3000, the kids no longer make fun of my contact lenses.  Instead, they call me ‘Horse Blinders’ because of the photo of me sleeping in my JKin3000 they posted on the Internet.  Thank you, Research Centre, for giving my kids something to share about me on their facebook page!”

See how the actors’ professional acting classes make the testimonials seem much more exciting!  We thought so!

Don’t delay.  Your social calendar and your life itself may depend on us.

The JKin3000 Eye Protection System is available in any other colour or pattern you choose but the first one you think of or the favourite one you prefer.

And for you do-it-yourselfers, we offer the JKin3000 Eye Protection System templates for your 3D printers.  Buy our introductory kit and start your own JKin3000 franchise from home.

The Research Centre is not responsible for the misuse of this product, which may or may not help those with imperfect eyeball shapes.  The Research Centre makes no claims that this product is anything more than a decorative item you wear for private enjoyment in your bedroom or anywhere you feel confident enough to wear modified patent-expired horse blinders in public.  Requests for refunds will be forwarded to our answering machine which we haven’t checked in the four weeks we’ve been in business.

From blacksmiths to international banking institutions…

One benefit, if benefit is the right word, of my father and mother in-law no longer an influence on my daily thought patterns, is that my mother is not one to fret over the workings of people we know only from television images and newspaper stories — the megawealthy, the overambitious politicians, the steroid-filled athletes, the exhibitionist actors, etc.

We can live taciturn lives without concern about those outside our day-to-day circle of influence.

Otherwise, I can serve on the committees that determine who gets wireless spectrum segments, whose technological development is the de facto standard, how to protect ourselves from monopolistic predators with no social benefits, and which laws protect people or corporations more.

At the end of the day, only I can truly tell myself if I am better off today than I was yesterday, or if I’ve put myself in a position to potentially be better off tomorrow.

For example, have you ever worked with a team to develop the de facto standard for a telecommunications method like ADSL?

For those who missed the whole dialup/ADSL/cable/satellite modem portion of history class, there once was a time when people were unable to get instant access to world events such as game scores, election results or regime changes except through mass media announcements.

Then, as technology progressed, we were able to communicate gossip about world events not just by landline voice lines but also through nonvoice methods like dialup modems, which some of us might only recognise through old films like “You’ve Got Mail” or ringtones that simulate a modem sync-up tone series.

Well, I guess it’s time for me to skip all that and join the new evolution in communication technology — a smartphone with builtin WiFi hotspot.

First, I’ll have to buy the smartphone, which is, for me, right now, a choice between the Samsung Galaxy SIII and the latest Nokia 9xx to be announced on 5th September (my wife leans toward the Apple iPhone 4/5 series).

Then, we’ll take the smartphones home, test their WiFi hotspot throughput, see if it’s faster than our ADSL line or a potential cable modem, and concede defeat that we can’t outcompete the advances of technology by continuing to stick with ADSL, a telecommunications method that a team I once worked with at Conexant (the descendant of Rockwell Semiconductor in the days of the Hayes modem and the AT command set) put into a play several products including a residential gateway.

After all, it doesn’t look like I’ll ever get the gigabit throughput that Chattanooga residents enjoy, let alone the speed that AT&T U-verse promises but hasn’t delivered to my household here in the so-called advanced metropolis of the Rocket City, a/k/a Huntsville, Alabama, USA, Western Hemisphere, Earth, Orion–Cygnus Arm, Milky Way galaxy, Local Group, Virgo Supercluster, Observable Universe.

In retrospective, all of this seems a bit slow, doesn’t it?

Well, we’ll leave that chapter in this story for another blog entry…

Yet Another Workday

She sat down with her friends.  “We are Womyn — hear us roar!!!” she proclaimed to the rushing waters of the river in the bottom of the canyon below them.

They rested for a moment, some taking swigs from their collapsible, BPA-free drinking jugs, some chewing on energy bars and some photographing their friends.

Palatia looked at her mobile phone.  “Does anyone have a recent photo of Ellen?  This ol’ talk show still photo doesn’t do her justice.”

The tinest piece of lint floated out of a space between Palatia’s thumb and her mobile phone.

The lint followed the invisible, random path of static electricity, air currents, solar radiation and macromolecules suspended in the dry air.

None of the day hikers knew what the lint was doing there, let alone why.

The lint had no discernible thought patterns to speak of.

But the lint was the most important link between that moment and a moment hundreds of years later.

Palatia pushed earbuds millimetres from her eardrums, cranked up some retro k.d. lang tune on her mobile phone and stood up.  “Bag your trash!  Pack your gear!  Let’s roll!”

The lint was dragged along with the hikers for a while before a cool breeze from the valley pushed up over the canyon rim and turned the lint in another direction.

History was in the making.

Palatia was a key component of the cogs and wheels of social change on the day she decided to call in sick and skip her shift at the fast food factory labeled “Grab-n-Go Burgers, 24/7.”

The deliverer of a piece of lint.

Lint that carried a genetic message.

A message intended for someone not yet “born,” the culmination of years of research, a being not quite any one species, neither completely organic nor completely electromechanical.

The lint didn’t earn a wage, didn’t pay taxes, didn’t travel roads or depend on national defense to perform its function.

The lint didn’t breathe, it didn’t eat, it didn’t earn an education, it didn’t produce heirs and it didn’t vote.

Yet the lint was more important than all the billions of people who earn a wage, pay taxes, travel roads, depend on national defense to perform their function, breathe, eat, earn an education, produce heirs and vote.

Events millions of years later in a single galaxy were traced to the piece of lint.

The lint, though inanimate, was analysed, idolised and denigrated as if it was once alive.

What if a cloud had obscured the Sun from a group of hikers one day?

What if it had rained?

More than one “if” fills volumes of historic pondering about a piece of lint.

We call them genetic markers.

The lint called itself nothing.

Yet here it is, studied as if it had intent in at least one “if.”

All because a worker in a minimum-wage job decided to tell her shift supervisor “fuck you” and take the day off, absolutely no thought about changing the course of galactic history.

Simple scenario, you ask, too simple?

The truth is plainer than you think it is.