In every life a little reign must fall…

Quality versus quantity of life…how do we qualify the ideas in that statement?

My father has been both the idol and the rival in my life.  I idolised my father — admiring his ability to make strong, manly decisions and not question what might have been.  I competed against him in mental games and intellectual pursuits.

My father has also been my friend, sharing interests such as motorsports (NASCAR, IndyCar, F1), balsa airplane models, classical music and spy novels.

In this stage of our relationship together, we approach the statement “quality versus quantity of life.”

I am not my father’s sole friend and vice versa.

We have age-appropriate relationships with our peers, my father having collected more friends through his life that is 27 years longer.

My father’s level of daily health has exhibited drastic changes in the last few months, indicating a downward trend that, combined with a new diagnosis, implies a decline with less change for improvement.

We approach a state of being labeled the “locked-in syndrome.”

Over the past few days, I’ve slowly approached the completed reading of a book titled “An Optimist’s Tour of the Future” which explains in layperson’s terms the current state of the state-of-the art, including genetic life extension research.

Looking at my father, a professor no longer able to profess or postulate, I wonder, will he accept his new role as a leader in the field of patient-based testing, putting the latest control assistive technology, such as NeuroSwitch, through critical pacing?

How does a locked-in brain use the power of seven, bunching shortterm/temporary memory lists of seven groups [(of seven groups of) of seven groups of…] seven items, to develop its image of the future?

Finally, how does that impact quality versus quantity of life for my father’s relationship with his buddies, his wife, his daughter, his grandchildren and, last but not least, me?

As my father’s reign over the family appears to end, what legacy of hope does my father want to give those whose lives are no longer attached to their heady days of physical activity and demonstrative speaking/arm-waving skills?

Does he have the desire to learn new skills in order to achieve something he never thought or never knew possible, operating electromechanical devices through the tiniest of nerve impulses to add data for improving the next generation of prosthetic devices that may one day lead to a brain of our species residing in a cybernetic/android “suit”?

Time Share

While computing quantum computer computations, the Committee today announced a joint agreement between major professional sports organisations and carpark services.

From now on, tickets to a sporting event are leased an on hourly basis only.

For instance, those attending American football events such as an NFL game may lease an assigned seat for up to two nonconsecutive quarter periods, but not the first and fourth, first and third, or first and first (figure out the last conundrum on parchment paper, preferably highly-combustible flash paper near a blast furnace).

In a motorsports event such as a Sprint Cup NASCAR race, tickets will be issued on either a per wreck or per time-period basis, as well as both.  One may use a seat for up to three wrecks in any fifteen-minute period, or three laps, whichever comes first.  No refunds for snoozefests.

Carparks may remove vehicles occupying a carpark space greater than 50% of the time length of a sporting event, towing vehicles to impound lots on the other side of the ocean via moldy cargo carriers, stowed behind impenetrable chainlink fences and guarded by dogs impervious to taser attacks.

Meanwhile, SpaceX has announced that, contrary to popular belief, Miss Baker‘s cryogenically-preserved body had not been fused with the DNA of Merkozy to create the lab specimen Francois Hollande allegedly planned for a secret launch to the ISS for the first orbital celebration of a French citizen taking office without getting elected or giving rivals the guillotine while smoking nicotine and drinking Ovaltine outside the Oval Office.

On a personal note, thanks to the cast of billions supporting my father’s health change adventure.  May the moral of this story (or the storal of this mory) be a tale worth regaling with humorous (or “humour us!”) afterthought, aftertaste and a sweet aroma of eau du backwash.

More as permits time (or Kermit mimes).

Numerologists share their excitement

Amazing the good luck numerologists felt today when their prediction that their supersecret number, 250, which translates to the expression 5^2x2x5, is also the most probably place where one will find the God particle, a/k/a the Higgs boson, in the range of 115-135 GeV.

Don’t get it, do you?  See, 115 plus 135 equals 250.

Aww, you ejits can’t add, can you?

Well, the numerologists have got more up their sleeves than arm hair, so don’t go ’round making fun of their predictions that six sigma’s not that far behind 2.2 sigma, which leads to five sigma and you know what that means!

Solar storms and asteroid hits in the next few decades putting major crimps in me plan to dominate the solar system, that’s what!

So I’ll raise a cautious pint to them numerologists and hope their predictions are right on, if not Right on!

Night, y’all!

The joy of OS resets

While I watch Windows 8 play funny games with my ancient laptop PC, here’s another in the series of “The More Things Change…,” brought to you by the cartoonists of Punch magazine — Vital Discussion, circa 1961.09.20:

I’m not paranoid but entities are tracking me!

Finally, after all these years!

You know what they say, just because you don’t believe people are tracking you doesn’t me they aren’t.

Well, here’s the proof.  I read an article about Collusion and downloaded the app.  Attached below is a chart of the entities that’ve tracked me while I surfed the interwebs in firefox for a few minutes.  Imagine what yours will look like after a few weeks!

When an artificial hand cuts off your finger…

Wow!  Now I know what it means when the right hand doesn’t know what the left hand is doing.

I was tweaking some code in the Arduino servo subroutine to pull a thumb and forefinger together, totally missing the fact that the artificial hand had decided to pick up an X-ACTO knife on its own initiative.

Well, you can guess what happened.  I’m using my one-handed keyboard from Matias to complete this blog entry.

As soon as my iPad 3 arrives, I’ll download the half-keybd app to write the next blog entry while my scientists regrow a pinky finger for me, with nearly identical prints to the one that’s no longer attached.

But now is not the time to count the number of confessed Democrats who switched sides and voted for Rick Santorum in the Tennessee election yesterday, led by famed anarchist XYZipper, a part-time paid volunteer for pharmaceutical test labs, whose intake of every failed drug has turned the anarchist into a genderless zombie unable to feel sympathy and thus willing to vote willynilly, as the wind blows or the politicos crow.

I exchanged texts with him earlier this morning:

ME: Yo, it’s me.

XYZipper: Yo, me. is it really me or are you someone else?

ME: It’s me.

X: Whoaa…i’m tawking to myself again.

ME: Maybe. Say, you voted yesterday?

X: I did?

ME: That’s what local news outlets reported.

X: Kewl. What does voted meen?

ME: You got in line with people and selected names on a ballot.

X: Oh, yeah.  Did i win?

ME: Win?

X: Yeah, that was lottery ticket, right?  Powerball’s up to $300 m, ain’t it?

ME: A lottery to some, not you.

X: I didn’t win?

ME: No.

X: So thinking I selek names insted of numbers don’t werk in the lotto?

ME: No.

X: Bummer.  Hey, u wanna score some weed?  I gotta pay rent.

ME: No thx.  CU later.

X: Bye.

What can I say that XYZipper didn’t say already?  With his mohawk haircut and totally tattooed body, he could probably win any number of elections, except where adverts blast the airwaves with “I’m more conservative than myself.”

Gotta go.  The scientists have rigged my solar-powered pinky with a laser cutter and ad-hoc wireless hub that I requested.  Let’s see if it fits!

[Copy to be inserted into e-brochure]

Welcome to the wonderful world of space travel.  The package you have selected includes the following itinerary:

Days 1-7: Orientation — physical fitness examination, G-force simulation routines, safety procedures

Days 8-9: Travel to first destination — launch from spaceport, short G-force experience followed by two days of weightlessness, sightseeing from viewing ports, preparation for docking

Day 10: International Space Station excursion — shuttles will take those who paid for this 8-hour tour of the ISS, starting with a quick Q&A session between you and the ISS crew members (subject to crew member availability; specific crew members requests cannot be made at this time), introduction to the features of at least two modules and more as time permits

Days 11-12: Travel to Bigelow Space Hotel — in-flight entertainment includes an acrobat show, singalongs and 3D roulette wheel gambling, not to forget the 24-hour freeze-dried food buffet!

Days 13-19: Your ultimate destination for luxury space accommodations, BIGELOW SPACE HOTEL!!!  During your stay, your personal assistant — programmed to look like the person of your choice, including a wide range of celebrities or a “friend” from your past — will provide anything and everything you want to make your stay the guaranteed most wonderful experience of this or any of your previous/next regenerated lifetimes!

Days 20-21: Return to Earth.

Days 22-24: Gently reintroducing you to the drudgeries of your daily life, including Earth’s painful gravitational pull, global warming and overcrowding, just enough incentive to get you to book your next trip with us very, very soon!  We guarantee it because we have your personality profile on immediate e-memory recall!

Mixing hobbies

For the next project, taking an Arduino starter set, a box of servos from my old RC airplane hobby, and a robotic hand kit I received on my birthday to create…something to go along with my space buddies, E-stache and E-crab (wasn’t that their names? hmm…memory lapse due to sugar high from eating a handful of candy cane Hershey kisses…mmm…), adding more to their “family.”

Coming soon!

= = = = =

A shoutout to the road crew guys who cleaned out the drainage ditch pipes in the front yard earlier today:

BTW, Eastern redbud (Cercis canadensis), vinca (Vinca major) and marsh marigold (Caltha palustris) are blooming at the same time this year:

You can see berries of the nandina (Nandina domestica) and leaves of the surprise lily (Lycoris squamigera) in this photo:

Like molecules bouncing around

Do you ever read through blogs, look at the list of followers and likers, create a related network diagram, listen to ‘Krzysztof Penderecki and Jonny Greenwood‘ in it entirety, and see how our personalities, as represented by blogs/tweet/social network nodes, act like molecules bouncing around in a chamber, some getting attracted and forming a macromolecule, or forming locally-dense collections of similar molecules?

How often do we honestly pay attention to voices in dissent against our own?

How often do we need to?

Two data points for the moment – nope, make it your usual three:

 

You Can’t Satisfy Everyone

How many times has my agent told me, “Stop trying to write for a worldwide audience!  Pick a niche.  Any niche.  And make me bloody rich.  Why do I have to get writers who want to save the world?  Why not just save my home mortgage and children’s holidays to the Swiss Alps for once?”

That’s why I love pseudonyms.  I can write books that make me, and only me, “bloody rich,” while my agent is trying to scrape by on my novels, essays, screenplays and films that have no target audience in mind.

More like out of my mind when I write those for his cut off the top.

Life’s not fair but we can show a sense of fair play when being kind is acceptable and taught at a young age.

Not me and my agent, though.

We go way back to our youthful misadventures when school assignments were tediously simple and boring, leaving us the rest of our day to fill with torturing our fellow students, intent as they were on completing homework with difficulty.

If college is not for everyone, general primary/secondary education isn’t, either!

Do you know how much fun we had “borrowing” schoolbooks from student lockers, removing pages and substituting facsimiles with totally different questions, math equations and essay topics?

Why do you think I and my band of merry cohorts took a bookbinding class at a local print shop?  We got easy, permanent access to bookbinding and digital lithography equipment that allowed us to create awesome reproductions of schoolbooks we randomly inserted into a pile at the end of semester for the next year’s kids to mull over and get confused about.

The assistant principal at school, who was constantly reprimanding, paddling or scolding me, told me he was surprised that a good boy like me had such a mean streak.

I didn’t see myself as mean. I saw myself as trying to enlighten students to separate themselves from the indoctrination/brainwashing they were receiving.

There are more questions about life than what you’ll answer in those books.  Infinitely more!

Like the motivational speaker will often say, “If I reach out and influence only one person today, my job is done.”  Not a very efficient job, mind you, but if that’s what the market will bear, so be it…

There’re ways to increase your website traffic that have nothing to do with your target audience, but do you really want to?