Sleeping next to someone (0.05 µSv)
This radiation dose chart (created by Randall Monroe of xkcd) explains in layman's terms some of the various sources of radiation and their relative dangers.My favorite notes:
Eating one banana (0.1 Β΅Sv).
A cell-phone's transmitter does not produce ionizing radiation and does not cause cancer (unless it's a bananaphone).
If you are basing radiation safety procedures on an internet PNG image and things go wrong, you have no one to blame but yourself.
Understanding Faith and Belief
I admire his genius. He doesn't rub my face in my stupidity. He tries to make it simple to understand. He has an easy smile. I trust that his professors knew what they were doing when they awarded his PhD. I hope all the people who pay him to flex his brain and all the others who fund his sermons employ incredibly intelligent fact checkers. I suspect they don't. I bet they take his intelligence at face value just like I do.
After the service—if I were given an open book test, permitted to query him at length and then write down his replies, I would still fail that test. I know I'll never get it. I'm doomed to being aware that I'm too stupid to formulate the question let alone comprehend my priest's answers.
I understand where my faith comes from. And. Now. I can speak intelligently about the reason I believe, and what I believe, and why I believe it. I should, now, be able to more-easily understand others who profess to have faith and believe. Shouldn't I?
My priest is theoretical physicist Michio Kaku. He was explaining the theory of everything. Eleven dimensions. Membranes. An infinite number of parallel universes (a word never supposed to be pluralized, now infinitized). Incredibly tiny vibrating strings. The big bang and the spaces that existed before it now explained as two membrane-like waves crashing into each other. According to Professor Kaku, the math works. It explains where gravity comes from and why it's weaker compared to the nuclear forces as well as electromagnetism (it bleeds over from a nearby parallel universe).My get-the-fuck-outta-here meter is glad it's my priest talking this crazy talk. Any other priest would never hold my attention.
He says the math works—but it's the sacrosanct alphanumeric equations scrawled on multiple blackboards in films about geniuses like Good Will Hunting and A Beautiful Mind. He knows we don't have the mental capacity to translate the equations, let alone follow the computations to their conclusions. I'm saddened by my inability to visualize the immensely large-and-tiny entities and landscapes Professor Kaku describes. I'm envious of anyone's ability to visualize eleven dimensions; I can just stretch my mind around four. Five gets me discombobulated. I watch my priest's conviction. His energy. He's obviously very eager to teach. I interpret his body language. I believe that he, honestly, understands what he is talking about. I have faith that he's speaking truthfully.
Could his sermon be fabricated from the same building blocks that Lafayette Hubbard used to construct Scientology? It's more fantastic than science fiction, but I have faith in Professor Kaku's explanations—that this theory is supported by quantifiable facts. I also choose to believe that he isn't in the midst of orchestrating a life-long hoax. My faith is grounded on an assumption that my priest has checked and will continue to check the equations of all his theoretical physicist, cosmologist, and mathematician peers who's combined work is constantly refining what we now believe about our multiverse—a bizarre, infinite, and phantasmagorical reality beyond my ken.
Can I get a witness?
Part II - March 2020 - Science Housekeeping
sommerzeit
During my first tooth-brushing decades I heard so many different theories about the origins of Daylight Savings Time... I stopped asking. But I never stopped wondering. A favorite was my mother's mother's ...so farmers would have more daylight hours. My still-believe-in-the-tooth-fairy-self pointed out her absence of logic—farmers would rise and shine when the sun rose and shone and not care about clock-time—she smiled and nodded and shrugged and said: it is what it is. The ubiquitous yet nonsensical reply given when one's sword of curiosity meets a shield of ignorance being wielded by the good-intentioned.My family (the poster family for that phrase), most of my blood relatives, and many hectares-o-tonnes of other humans I've met, valiantly shoulder that shield; ignorant of their own ignorance. Most have done this so often they think that saying "oh, well, it is what it is" is just being polite.
During my long-in-the-tooth decades, I recall replying - dunno - and - there are many guesstimates (remember using that word?) - as well as - I've heard of several reasons, but none that make any sense. But now, behold! Another opinion has been proffered. And since this one is on Squire's favorite chalkboard it... jus haz 2 B tru. Well, it sounds truer. In 1916, the Germans—to conserve coal during the last years of a war they were going to lose—bumped their clocks forward in the summer. And. The warring world followed suit. No logic sounds better. "Deeter did it. So, we're gonna do it too."
Like A Version: My Alpha-vile Autopsy
A personal A-thru-Z of things ranging from minor irritants to the despicably horrid.
If you want to know what's really going on in a society or ideology, follow the money. If money is flowing to advertising instead of to musicians, journalists, and artists, then a society is more concerned with manipulation than with truth or beauty. If content is worthless, then people will start to become empty-headed and content-less. The combination of hive mind and advertising has resulted in a new kind of social contract. The basic idea of this contract is that authors, journalists, musicians, and artists are encouraged to treat the fruits of their intellects and imaginations as fragments to be given without pay to the hive mind. Reciprocity takes the form of self-promotion. Culture is to become precisely nothing but advertising. — Jaron Lanier, You Are Not a Gadget (2010)
All that is necessary, as it seems to me, to convince any reasonable person that the Bible is simply and purely of human invention of barbarian invention is to read it. Read it as you would any other book; think of it as you would of any other; get the bandage of reverence from your eyes; drive from your heart the phantom of fear; push from the throne of your brain the coiled form of superstition then read the Holy Bible, and you will be amazed that you ever, for one moment, supposed a being of infinite wisdom, goodness and purity, to be the author of such ignorance and of such atrocity. — Robert G. Ingersoll, The Gods (1876)
Are you a public smoker that whines about the self-righteousness and 'negativity' of some people who refuse to suck on burning tubes of paper filled with chemical-soaked chopped up leaves? OK, so you painfully attack our lungs and nasal passages with your perverted public pollution and we're supposed to be positive, pat you on the back, and tell you that everything is fine? Everything is not fine. You violate our bodies. You give us pain. You're no better than a rapist. Until you come to your senses, you are the enemy. — Duane Alan Hahn, Random Terrain (.com)
Much of the public, and a dismaying number of psychiatrists, psychologists, and neuroscientists, mistakenly believe that if a behavior is influenced by genes or mediated by the brain then the actor cannot choose his actions. While every behavior has a biological correlate (and a genetic contribution) and every experience that changes behavior does so by changing the brain, the critical question is not whether brain changes occur (they do) but whether these changes block the influence of the factors that support self-control. — Gene M. Heyman, Addiction: A Disorder of Choice (2009)
There are over 600 chemical ingredients that have been linked to cancer or are believed toxic to the reproductive system. Many are used to manufacture perfume and cologne. In 1986, the National Academy of Sciences grouped fragrances with insecticides, heavy metals, solvents, food additives and certain air pollutants as the six categories of chemicals that should be given high priority for neurotoxicity testing. According to their report, 95% of chemicals used in fragrances are synthetic compounds derived from petroleum. They include benzene derivatives, aldehydes and many other known toxic substances linked to cancer, birth defects and allergic reactions. — Djehuty Ma'at-Ra, The Dangers of Perfume and Cologne (dherbs.com)
Does he repeat himself, lose things, need reminders, or seem less interested in social activities or hobbies? Is he more forgetful, irritable, angry, agitated, or suspicious? Are you concerned about his judgment? Does he have trouble remembering words, difficulty operating household appliances, or become anxious when separated from family? Is he confused by time or misjudge how much time has elapsed? Have you noticed changes in personal hygiene, personality, or behavior? Has he started seeing, hearing or believing things that are not real? — Alzheimer Checklist, Full Circle of Care (.org)
Every one of your acts of smallness and meanness throws light on the boundless wretchedness of the human animal. 'Why so tragic?' you ask. 'Do you feel responsible for all evil?' With remarks like that you condemn yourself. If, little man among millions, you were to shoulder the barest fraction of your responsibility, the world would be a very different place. Your great friends wouldn't perish, struck down by your smallness. — Wilhelm Reich, Listen, Little Man! (1945)
It is best not to be hypocritical, but I would rather be an honest hypocrite than a person who tries to make truth conform around his or her own desires and imperfections. In other words, I would rather be an honest hypocrite than lie about my imperfections. — Lonnie Lee Best, Hard Core Truth (.com)
Once master the machinery of Symbolic Logic, and you have a mental occupation always at hand, of absorbing interest, and one that will be of real use to you in any subject you may take up. It will give you clearness of thought—the ability to see your way through a puzzle—the habit of arranging your ideas in an orderly and get-at-able form—and, more valuable than all, the power to detect fallacies, and to tear to pieces the flimsy illogical arguments, which you will so continually encounter in books, in newspapers, in speeches, and even in sermons, and which so easily delude those who have never taken the trouble to master this fascinating Art. — Lewis Carroll, Symbolic Logic, Part 1: Elementary (1896)
That inverted patriotism whereby the love of one's own nation is transformed into the hatred of another nation, and the fierce craving to destroy individual members of that other nation is no new thing. Wars have not always, or perhaps commonly, demanded for their origin and support the pervasion of such a frenzy among the body of the people. ... Only in recent times, and even now over but a small part of the world, has the great mass of the individuals of any nation been placed in such quick touch with great political events that their opinions, their passion, and their will have played an appreciable part in originating strife or in determining ... the political conduct of a war. — John A. Hobson, The Psychology of Jingoism (1901)
Accurately details the paradox of low-to-middle income blue collar Americans voting against their own economic interests. — Review for Thomas Frank's What's The Matter With Kansas? (2005)
Speech is ... a form of music. It has tones and timbres, pitches and rhythms. It can be loud or soft, punchy or laid back, fast or slow. But when you are talking, things are not organized in advance the way they are in a song, so you must improvise on the spot. Speaking is much like singing a song that hasn't been written yet. ... Remember, your voice is one third of the impression you make ... make that one third count. — Renee Grant-Williams, Voice Power: Using Your Voice to Captivate, Persuade, and Command Attention (2002)
Isn't that the problem? That women have been swindled for centuries into substituting adornment for love, fashion (as it were) for passion? ... All the cosmetics names seemed obscenely obvious to me in their promises of sexual bliss. They were all 'firming' or 'uplifting' or 'invigorating'. They made you 'tingle'. Or 'glow'. Or 'feel young'. They were prepared with hormones or placentas or royal jelly. All the juice and joy missing in the lives of these women were to be supplied by the contents of jars and bottles. No wonder they would spend $20 for an ounce of face makeup or $30 for a half-ounce of hormone cream. What price bliss? What price sexual ecstasy? — Erica Jong, How to Save Your Own Life (1977)
The media organizations in charge of vetting our images of war have become fewer and bigger — and the news more uniform and gung ho. Six huge corporations now control the major U.S. media ... As Phil Donahue, the former host of MSNBC's highest-rated show who was fired by the network in February 2003 for bringing on anti-war voices, told Democracy Now!: "We have more (TV) outlets now, but most of them sell the Bowflex machine. The rest of them are Jesus and jewelry. There really isn't diversity in the media anymore. Dissent? Forget about it." — Amy & David Goodman, Why Media Ownership Matters (Seattle Times, 2005)
We had to LOL when we read how txt-msg lingo is replacing stndrd english in student academic pprs. 1 casualty of da trend is uz of capital letter to start a sentence. kids feel free to lowercase everything. pnktu8n is also dissed. tchaz try to help but its often 2 l8. ... who wudda thot the big threat to riting wd b the cellfone? — the revenge of e.e. cummings, 2008 Boston Globe editorial (after a study warned texting could hurt a writer's command of standardized English)
Americans can eat garbage, provided you sprinkle it liberally with ketchup, mustard, chili sauce, Tabasco sauce, cayenne pepper, or any other condiment which destroys the original flavor of the dish. — Henry Miller, (1891-1980)
The quintessential human, in this overpopulated world of 7 billion, is someone who is a right-handed 28 year old Chinese man, makes less than $12,000 a year, and has a cell phone but not a bank account. By 2030, that person will come from India. — National Geographic Magazine, 7 Billion
Why am I addicted to this crap, at a point in my life when I can tell the difference between worthwhile and worthless? When did this monster first rear its sordid head? ... Did I have a head trauma I don’t remember? ... Oh, I don’t care for all of it. ... Springer and the court shows hold no interest (she says proudly). I seem to prefer the relationship shows ... where everyone makes a fool of themselves, kisses are choreographed to crappy music, drinking abounds, hot tubs bubble away filled with narcissistic hardbodies and people come together who I know will leave each other by the time the show airs. ... Anyway, I’ve admitted it. And I’m ashamed. And maybe that’s a first step in weaning myself off this low-level entertainment. — Lea Lane, The Reality: An Addiction to Trash (Lea's Corner of the World)
I tell you people who have off road cars (in the city) are stupid and mad. They should be driven from the roads and birched to within an inch of their lives. Off road cars are daft, anti social, and idiotic. And the people who drive them are fools. ... You see them at the supermarket too and this is madness. If everyone in London changed their off-roaders for something smaller then every (traffic) jam would be halved at a stroke. — Jeremy Clarkson, BBC's Top Gear (from Neerav Bhatt's Road Less Traveled
)
Time has come today - Young hearts can go their way - Can't put it off another day - I don't care what others say - They say we don't listen anyway - Time has come today. ... Now the time has come - There's no place to run - I might get burned up by the sun - But I had my fun - I've been loved and put aside - I've been crushed by the tumbling tide - And my soul has been psychedelicized. ... TIME. — The Chambers Brothers, Time Has Come Today (1968) (video)
Radical environmental groups have shown their willingness to be physically provocative and Information Warfare offers them the ability to strike out in a new, imaginative, and less personally dangerous way at oil companies, logging companies, and other groups unsympathetic to endangered species. Information brokers and data bankers sell your name, your upper-middle-class zip code, and the date of your last underwear purchase to anyone with a floppy disk—all without your permission — Winn Schwartau, Information Warfare (1994)
There are certain well-defined and narrowly limited classes of speech, the prevention and punishment of which have never been thought to raise any constitutional problem. These include the lewd and obscene, the profane, the libelous, and the insulting or "fighting" words those which by their very utterance inflict injury or tend to incite an immediate breach of the peace. It has been well observed that such utterances are no essential part of any exposition of ideas, and are of such slight social value as a step to truth that any benefit that may be derived from them is clearly outweighed by the social interest in order and morality. — Justice Frank Murphy, re: Chaplinsky v. State of New Hampshire, 315 U.S. 568
Whether it be a sofa, a chair, even a love-seat, furniture should NOT give you splinters. Which is what wicker furniture, especially well-worn, heavily used wicker furniture, runs the risk of doing. When I’m watching a TV show and reach over for that bowl of popcorn, I don’t want to be nervous about dragging my arm across the wicker arm and pulling hairs from my flesh. I also just dislike the creak of wicker when moving or leaning whilst seated. It’s like nails on a chalkboard for me. — Ryan, Bad Word Pairs #21 "Wicker Furniture"
Sometimes cats that aren't necessarily bothered by changes within the house can react problematically with the arrival of company. The problem may not have been caused by lack of social interaction with enough people when it was a kitten, but it might be brought about by a single unfortunate troubling experience with a noisy, frightening, and unkind guest who unwittingly taught the cat to avoid all contact with future strangers, thus resulting in xenophobia or the fear of strangers. — How to Break Your Cat's Cycle of Xenophobia (WikiHow)
That in some fields of his country there are certain shining stones of several colours, whereof the YAHOOS are violently fond: and when part of these stones is fixed in the earth, as it sometimes happens, they will dig with their claws for whole days to get them out; then carry them away, and hide them by heaps in their kennels; but still looking round with great caution, for fear their comrades should find out their treasure. ...In the fields where the shining stones abound, the fiercest and most frequent battles are fought, occasioned by perpetual inroads of the neighbouring YAHOOS. — Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels (1726)
How long will humans last? This question gets almost no attention. Extrapolating the future courses of the many variables which will effect, may alter, or might determine our eventual outcome is prohibitive (to say the least). Homo Sapiens—its powerful brain focused on survival—controlled the apex by wiping out other species, expanding into every habitat and altering its environment rather than adapting to it. Tomorrow we will all have to re-assess survival in terms of sharing vanishing resources and removing the poisons from our air and water. Today, however, we can still get along as we have been for hundreds of millennia. — extrapolation from Evgeny Abramyan's, How to Save the Future? a view from Russia
This alphabetical autopsy was created in homage to John F. Ptak's: An Alpha-Vile Alphabet Autopsy of Lost Emotions, from his site Ptak Science Books.
If you want to know what's really going on in a society or ideology, follow the money. If money is flowing to advertising instead of to musicians, journalists, and artists, then a society is more concerned with manipulation than with truth or beauty. If content is worthless, then people will start to become empty-headed and content-less. The combination of hive mind and advertising has resulted in a new kind of social contract. The basic idea of this contract is that authors, journalists, musicians, and artists are encouraged to treat the fruits of their intellects and imaginations as fragments to be given without pay to the hive mind. Reciprocity takes the form of self-promotion. Culture is to become precisely nothing but advertising. — Jaron Lanier, You Are Not a Gadget (2010)
All that is necessary, as it seems to me, to convince any reasonable person that the Bible is simply and purely of human invention of barbarian invention is to read it. Read it as you would any other book; think of it as you would of any other; get the bandage of reverence from your eyes; drive from your heart the phantom of fear; push from the throne of your brain the coiled form of superstition then read the Holy Bible, and you will be amazed that you ever, for one moment, supposed a being of infinite wisdom, goodness and purity, to be the author of such ignorance and of such atrocity. — Robert G. Ingersoll, The Gods (1876)
Are you a public smoker that whines about the self-righteousness and 'negativity' of some people who refuse to suck on burning tubes of paper filled with chemical-soaked chopped up leaves? OK, so you painfully attack our lungs and nasal passages with your perverted public pollution and we're supposed to be positive, pat you on the back, and tell you that everything is fine? Everything is not fine. You violate our bodies. You give us pain. You're no better than a rapist. Until you come to your senses, you are the enemy. — Duane Alan Hahn, Random Terrain (.com)
Much of the public, and a dismaying number of psychiatrists, psychologists, and neuroscientists, mistakenly believe that if a behavior is influenced by genes or mediated by the brain then the actor cannot choose his actions. While every behavior has a biological correlate (and a genetic contribution) and every experience that changes behavior does so by changing the brain, the critical question is not whether brain changes occur (they do) but whether these changes block the influence of the factors that support self-control. — Gene M. Heyman, Addiction: A Disorder of Choice (2009)
There are over 600 chemical ingredients that have been linked to cancer or are believed toxic to the reproductive system. Many are used to manufacture perfume and cologne. In 1986, the National Academy of Sciences grouped fragrances with insecticides, heavy metals, solvents, food additives and certain air pollutants as the six categories of chemicals that should be given high priority for neurotoxicity testing. According to their report, 95% of chemicals used in fragrances are synthetic compounds derived from petroleum. They include benzene derivatives, aldehydes and many other known toxic substances linked to cancer, birth defects and allergic reactions. — Djehuty Ma'at-Ra, The Dangers of Perfume and Cologne (dherbs.com)
Does he repeat himself, lose things, need reminders, or seem less interested in social activities or hobbies? Is he more forgetful, irritable, angry, agitated, or suspicious? Are you concerned about his judgment? Does he have trouble remembering words, difficulty operating household appliances, or become anxious when separated from family? Is he confused by time or misjudge how much time has elapsed? Have you noticed changes in personal hygiene, personality, or behavior? Has he started seeing, hearing or believing things that are not real? — Alzheimer Checklist, Full Circle of Care (.org)
Every one of your acts of smallness and meanness throws light on the boundless wretchedness of the human animal. 'Why so tragic?' you ask. 'Do you feel responsible for all evil?' With remarks like that you condemn yourself. If, little man among millions, you were to shoulder the barest fraction of your responsibility, the world would be a very different place. Your great friends wouldn't perish, struck down by your smallness. — Wilhelm Reich, Listen, Little Man! (1945)
It is best not to be hypocritical, but I would rather be an honest hypocrite than a person who tries to make truth conform around his or her own desires and imperfections. In other words, I would rather be an honest hypocrite than lie about my imperfections. — Lonnie Lee Best, Hard Core Truth (.com)
Once master the machinery of Symbolic Logic, and you have a mental occupation always at hand, of absorbing interest, and one that will be of real use to you in any subject you may take up. It will give you clearness of thought—the ability to see your way through a puzzle—the habit of arranging your ideas in an orderly and get-at-able form—and, more valuable than all, the power to detect fallacies, and to tear to pieces the flimsy illogical arguments, which you will so continually encounter in books, in newspapers, in speeches, and even in sermons, and which so easily delude those who have never taken the trouble to master this fascinating Art. — Lewis Carroll, Symbolic Logic, Part 1: Elementary (1896)
That inverted patriotism whereby the love of one's own nation is transformed into the hatred of another nation, and the fierce craving to destroy individual members of that other nation is no new thing. Wars have not always, or perhaps commonly, demanded for their origin and support the pervasion of such a frenzy among the body of the people. ... Only in recent times, and even now over but a small part of the world, has the great mass of the individuals of any nation been placed in such quick touch with great political events that their opinions, their passion, and their will have played an appreciable part in originating strife or in determining ... the political conduct of a war. — John A. Hobson, The Psychology of Jingoism (1901)
Accurately details the paradox of low-to-middle income blue collar Americans voting against their own economic interests. — Review for Thomas Frank's What's The Matter With Kansas? (2005)
Speech is ... a form of music. It has tones and timbres, pitches and rhythms. It can be loud or soft, punchy or laid back, fast or slow. But when you are talking, things are not organized in advance the way they are in a song, so you must improvise on the spot. Speaking is much like singing a song that hasn't been written yet. ... Remember, your voice is one third of the impression you make ... make that one third count. — Renee Grant-Williams, Voice Power: Using Your Voice to Captivate, Persuade, and Command Attention (2002)
Isn't that the problem? That women have been swindled for centuries into substituting adornment for love, fashion (as it were) for passion? ... All the cosmetics names seemed obscenely obvious to me in their promises of sexual bliss. They were all 'firming' or 'uplifting' or 'invigorating'. They made you 'tingle'. Or 'glow'. Or 'feel young'. They were prepared with hormones or placentas or royal jelly. All the juice and joy missing in the lives of these women were to be supplied by the contents of jars and bottles. No wonder they would spend $20 for an ounce of face makeup or $30 for a half-ounce of hormone cream. What price bliss? What price sexual ecstasy? — Erica Jong, How to Save Your Own Life (1977)
The media organizations in charge of vetting our images of war have become fewer and bigger — and the news more uniform and gung ho. Six huge corporations now control the major U.S. media ... As Phil Donahue, the former host of MSNBC's highest-rated show who was fired by the network in February 2003 for bringing on anti-war voices, told Democracy Now!: "We have more (TV) outlets now, but most of them sell the Bowflex machine. The rest of them are Jesus and jewelry. There really isn't diversity in the media anymore. Dissent? Forget about it." — Amy & David Goodman, Why Media Ownership Matters (Seattle Times, 2005)
We had to LOL when we read how txt-msg lingo is replacing stndrd english in student academic pprs. 1 casualty of da trend is uz of capital letter to start a sentence. kids feel free to lowercase everything. pnktu8n is also dissed. tchaz try to help but its often 2 l8. ... who wudda thot the big threat to riting wd b the cellfone? — the revenge of e.e. cummings, 2008 Boston Globe editorial (after a study warned texting could hurt a writer's command of standardized English)
Americans can eat garbage, provided you sprinkle it liberally with ketchup, mustard, chili sauce, Tabasco sauce, cayenne pepper, or any other condiment which destroys the original flavor of the dish. — Henry Miller, (1891-1980)
The quintessential human, in this overpopulated world of 7 billion, is someone who is a right-handed 28 year old Chinese man, makes less than $12,000 a year, and has a cell phone but not a bank account. By 2030, that person will come from India. — National Geographic Magazine, 7 Billion
Why am I addicted to this crap, at a point in my life when I can tell the difference between worthwhile and worthless? When did this monster first rear its sordid head? ... Did I have a head trauma I don’t remember? ... Oh, I don’t care for all of it. ... Springer and the court shows hold no interest (she says proudly). I seem to prefer the relationship shows ... where everyone makes a fool of themselves, kisses are choreographed to crappy music, drinking abounds, hot tubs bubble away filled with narcissistic hardbodies and people come together who I know will leave each other by the time the show airs. ... Anyway, I’ve admitted it. And I’m ashamed. And maybe that’s a first step in weaning myself off this low-level entertainment. — Lea Lane, The Reality: An Addiction to Trash (Lea's Corner of the World)
I tell you people who have off road cars (in the city) are stupid and mad. They should be driven from the roads and birched to within an inch of their lives. Off road cars are daft, anti social, and idiotic. And the people who drive them are fools. ... You see them at the supermarket too and this is madness. If everyone in London changed their off-roaders for something smaller then every (traffic) jam would be halved at a stroke. — Jeremy Clarkson, BBC's Top Gear (from Neerav Bhatt's Road Less Traveled
)Time has come today - Young hearts can go their way - Can't put it off another day - I don't care what others say - They say we don't listen anyway - Time has come today. ... Now the time has come - There's no place to run - I might get burned up by the sun - But I had my fun - I've been loved and put aside - I've been crushed by the tumbling tide - And my soul has been psychedelicized. ... TIME. — The Chambers Brothers, Time Has Come Today (1968) (video)
Radical environmental groups have shown their willingness to be physically provocative and Information Warfare offers them the ability to strike out in a new, imaginative, and less personally dangerous way at oil companies, logging companies, and other groups unsympathetic to endangered species. Information brokers and data bankers sell your name, your upper-middle-class zip code, and the date of your last underwear purchase to anyone with a floppy disk—all without your permission — Winn Schwartau, Information Warfare (1994)
There are certain well-defined and narrowly limited classes of speech, the prevention and punishment of which have never been thought to raise any constitutional problem. These include the lewd and obscene, the profane, the libelous, and the insulting or "fighting" words those which by their very utterance inflict injury or tend to incite an immediate breach of the peace. It has been well observed that such utterances are no essential part of any exposition of ideas, and are of such slight social value as a step to truth that any benefit that may be derived from them is clearly outweighed by the social interest in order and morality. — Justice Frank Murphy, re: Chaplinsky v. State of New Hampshire, 315 U.S. 568
Whether it be a sofa, a chair, even a love-seat, furniture should NOT give you splinters. Which is what wicker furniture, especially well-worn, heavily used wicker furniture, runs the risk of doing. When I’m watching a TV show and reach over for that bowl of popcorn, I don’t want to be nervous about dragging my arm across the wicker arm and pulling hairs from my flesh. I also just dislike the creak of wicker when moving or leaning whilst seated. It’s like nails on a chalkboard for me. — Ryan, Bad Word Pairs #21 "Wicker Furniture"
Sometimes cats that aren't necessarily bothered by changes within the house can react problematically with the arrival of company. The problem may not have been caused by lack of social interaction with enough people when it was a kitten, but it might be brought about by a single unfortunate troubling experience with a noisy, frightening, and unkind guest who unwittingly taught the cat to avoid all contact with future strangers, thus resulting in xenophobia or the fear of strangers. — How to Break Your Cat's Cycle of Xenophobia (WikiHow)
That in some fields of his country there are certain shining stones of several colours, whereof the YAHOOS are violently fond: and when part of these stones is fixed in the earth, as it sometimes happens, they will dig with their claws for whole days to get them out; then carry them away, and hide them by heaps in their kennels; but still looking round with great caution, for fear their comrades should find out their treasure. ...In the fields where the shining stones abound, the fiercest and most frequent battles are fought, occasioned by perpetual inroads of the neighbouring YAHOOS. — Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels (1726)
How long will humans last? This question gets almost no attention. Extrapolating the future courses of the many variables which will effect, may alter, or might determine our eventual outcome is prohibitive (to say the least). Homo Sapiens—its powerful brain focused on survival—controlled the apex by wiping out other species, expanding into every habitat and altering its environment rather than adapting to it. Tomorrow we will all have to re-assess survival in terms of sharing vanishing resources and removing the poisons from our air and water. Today, however, we can still get along as we have been for hundreds of millennia. — extrapolation from Evgeny Abramyan's, How to Save the Future? a view from RussiaThis alphabetical autopsy was created in homage to John F. Ptak's: An Alpha-Vile Alphabet Autopsy of Lost Emotions, from his site Ptak Science Books.
relevant heART science
Scientific Chick provided the six-image heart X-ray
used to create this digital rendering. Thank you, Julie.
This is where I was AT thirty years ago
If one can have a favorite song for almost one's whole life . . . this is mine.
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Words You Remember
“Never work for someone who’ll pay you to stay home and cut fish.”
Said my 1984 mentor Master Sergeant Karp. One reason I remembered these words was his name. Another, his mutilation of the fish or cut bait adage, which I knew—after ten weeks of hating real Infantry shit on the Korean DMZ together—was intentional. He always strove for subtle-funny and probably thought cut bait hit the ear too close to its intended target. But, irony was the biggest reason I remember his words. MSG Karp—in his 27th year of service—was advising that if I reenlisted, I should retire as soon as pension-eligible.
I’d matured enough by the age of 25 to realize I was at one of life’s fulcrum points. Get out, and return to hometown-Indiana to a disdainful wife, financially worse-off than the day I enlisted...or re-up for the MP Corps and get some income, training, and a divorce.
I picked the serially-monogamous military life, and (following his advice) stopped fishing on the day they offered to pay me to sit home and masturbate.
“Get on. Stop bothering us. Goddamn little shit!”
I was six. Second grade. Recess. Running away from a horde of three girls who were making screeching giggle noises after me with a threat of kisses. Out of breath, fearing seven-year old classmate cooties as seriously as I’d ever feared anything, I sought refuge near the playground monitors. My teacher, Mrs Creane, and my teacher from the previous year, Mrs Devlin, were standing in a patch of morning sun, near the center of the cracked pavement, smoking cigarettes. I plead for them to intercede on my behalf. Mrs Devil said the words. Mrs Crayon chuckled and waived me away.
To be fair, she said the third sentence in a lower tone than the louder first two and she wasn’t looking at me when she said it. To my adult sensibility, this does differ from staring and saying, stop bothering us you goddamn little shit. That nuance was completely lost on the little tadpole running away from kisses. Instead, a revered teacher was the first person to cuss me out, and I was shattered to tears. The gigglers caught up to me as I walked into the shade of the building, failed to get their desired reaction, and left me alone. At six (Santa, Easter bunny, and the Tooth Fairy now in jeopardy) I came to the harsh realization that adults were no longer sacrosanct.
“Cheese. Regular cheese. Yellow. You know, American.”
“It’s kΓ¦-mul, not car-mal. Carmal’s a girl’s name...bloody American!”
Same vacation down under. Said by a middle-aged woman standing in line behind me in an ice cream shop. Her haughty, I’m an expert, what’s-the-world-coming-to mix of humor and disdain (specific to people with a Queen on their money) was barked at me after I asked the clerk for some caramel sauce.
She was probably not an all-the-time cunt. I suspect certain Australians in that tourist-laden northeast coastal city of Cairns—who pronounce their city’s name just like the rest of the world pronounces the film-festival-famous Mediterranean French city of Cannes (except the French of course, who don't pronounce the S)—have a mispronunciation sore spot. I could've been the eighteenth dumb-feckin-shatter that day to flagrantly pronounce a silent R, forcing otherwise quiet Sheila to snap.
Now I live in Oregon. When I hear people say Or-a-gone instead of Or-a-gun (which is the locally preferred way), I never get even the slightest impulse to point out their verbal faux pas. Would I have that same insight if I was never corrected by a cunt from Cairns?
The impetus of this post was Mary Whitsell at Resident Alien's post: Words You Remember. Although there are times I hear things I never forget, there are other times I read things which cause me to write. Thanks Mary.
2011's rainy days - 6 games, 7 books, 7 films
Games: Stacking, I Am Alive, LA Noire, Portal 2, From Dust, Agent
Books: Dark Command, Judging Eye, Wise Mans Fear, Ancestor, Terminal State, The Weight, Best European Fiction 2011
Films: Rango, I Am Number Four, Adjustment Bureau, Battle: Los Angeles, Sucker Punch, Cowboys vs Aliens, Green Lantern
How does one plan for the inevitable need to while away at least 500 indoor hours of the coming year, on those days when the battleship-grey weather shiver-whispers: Even a barely functioning moron would never golf or hike with his cat on a day like today....By spending about $500, that's how.
How Many Chicken-Little Wridiots Crying Wolf Does It Take?
I watch Discovery Channel. So, I was one of the many-millions who learned (a few years ago) that scientists had discovered the Earth routinely has a magnetic pole reversal. Sorry, I don't remember off-hand how often they reversed in the days of dinosaurs-past, but I do recall a geologist explaining about ancient lavarocks being flow-born and the iron inside them aligning when they cooled with the then-strongest pole (which may not have been a pole at the time). The geologist went on to relate that the earth's current magnetic reversal was long-overdue by a few thousand years.
Which is very similar to what a vulcanologist said on the History Channel (also a few years ago). He was explaining about the caldera under Yellowstone National Park. According to his calculations, it erupts pretty regularly and is also overdue by thousands of years.
We the contemplative, the superstitious, the nearly hairless, bipedal, opposable thumbed apes...oh how we love to hear about all things imminent. Anything. Even if it isn't cataclysmic; if it's huge and impending, we can't get enough of it.
Of course, everyone has already heard their fill of all the ologists-of-one-stripe-or-another regarding global warming. It may be world-wide. It may even qualify as a cataclysm. But global warming is only going to result in a slow and gradual rising of temperatures and sea levels. We're already bored with the eventual centuries-long creep of Venice, California and (hopefully) Los Angeles turning into Venice, Italy...we need to hear about imminent disaster!
Why?
Because we're all aware of our own mortality. We're reminded of it daily (hourly?). So, the notion that life might-possibly come to an end for all the douchebag-lickers on the planet—instead of just non-d-lickin me—that's supremely comforting in a everyone-else-is-an-idiot-and-they-don't-deserve-what-I-don't-have kinda way.
With all the reports of birds dropping out of the mid-western skies, a die-off of bats in the north, the frogs are disappearing all over the world, honey Bees, ditto...all over the United States. So goes the coral reefs. So goes. So goes. Just click any organism death and you'll learn an ologist's sad description of something else which is guaranteed to be gone by tomorrow or the next day.
Why hasn't anyone put all these deaths together into one big scheme?
Oh they have. It's 2012 (in 2013 they'll say, 'hey we added the calendars together wrong, so now it's...'). It's global warming. It's the magnetic reversal. But, we all know chickenlittle is full of big-bunky-bullshit. There isn't one single terrible cause. Well...except...humans. And most of us refuse to claim ownership of that cloak of shame because once we accept responsibility, then what...fix it? Fucqdat...we say. (Our usual name for things which aren't our monkey to pet.)
Could the die-offs be just a matter of nature doing it's thing? Could the only difference between the current deaths and the gazillion-trillions which have happened throughout history be: today we have a full bowl of ologists paying very close attention with mini-visual technology, data-crunching with powerful hand-held technology, and incessantly reporting with world wide technology? Oh hell, THAT certainly won't get much coverage.
Today's fauxpocalypse-du jour is the alleged one-final-blow and collective bigboy cum overall-reason for last year's storms in England, this year's Australian cyclones, and America's most recent superstorm blizzard. And they're going to get more powerful and more frequent, says Terrance Aym (a chicken little-esque, internet-equivalent-of-a-National-Enquirer-writer-idiot, or wridiot...who gets his kicks crying wolf). My first hint that he drew his conclusions from a tool-bag of lies? He tailored this story for his audience, pointing only at storms in English-speaking countries, many of which were much less damaging than those occurring during the same time-frame in non-English-reading countries.
Aym is a blatant and intentional distorter of facts. Couched comfortably in the solid science of others, Aym decries the unavoidable and ever-worsening future superstorms which he claims are, and will be, caused by the measurable shift in the magnetic north pole combined with the complete cessation of the earth's wobble. Written by a crowded-theater-fire!-shouter, Terrance Aym's article is nothing more than the fabricated blathering of a smooth-talker with a penchant for driving custom-made bandwagons that he cobbles together (from raw materials provided by others) and then gets others to jump on. What a giggle the fictionalizers-of-non-fiction—like Terrance Aym—must get when someone foolishly references them as an authority.
The truth is broken and twisted in all of Aym's "articles". In this one (which he hot-linked to dead-ends and pay-sites in order to dissuade fact-checkers) the truth is simple: The earth's magnetic pole is shifting as it has for billions of years, and its slight wobble—only measured for a century—paused for a brief period in the middle of the last decade. Neither of these geologic occurrences are anomalies. And, neither have any effect on the earth's climate or weather.
However...pumping carbon into the air (as we've done, are doing, and will continue to do) is definitely changing the weather. A fact Terrance Aym doesn't write about. It's not imminent enough. Not cataclysmic. And not the fauxpocalypse he loves to predict.
Read any of Terrance Aym's short stories posing as non-fiction articles, and you'll quickly know who he is. He's the greasy bottle-dude on the corner with the cardboard sign, ripped vocal chords, and brain stuck on its rambling-confusion channel. He's a hack-writer mixing the paranoia of others with his own brand of deceit and conspiracy. No different than a fabricator of computer viruses, Aym uses legitimate information to plant his insidious data onto Squire, which he hopes will worm into your brain, your conversations, and your beliefs. When Glen Beck looks up 'whackjob' in the dictionary—he reads about Terrance Aym.
Not Many Best Films - 2010
On Groundhog Day I received this comment-question in a film-related article I posted near the end of 2009:Hey there :)Well...hey back in your brain-addled and anonymous direction.
What was the best and worst film of last year in your oppinion?
For me it might have to be:
Very best: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1
Worst: A Nightmare on Elm Street
Thanks a lot :) <3
Your unfamiliarity with spealcheque, date/time stamps, and your emoticon abuse/misuse (colon end-paren less than three is...happy dick-n-balls) causes me to assume you're a 4th grader playing on mummy's computer and bored with Myspace? But, here's the thing, (I thought for a long three seconds to come up with an analogy you could relate to) when it comes to film opponion I'm like Eric Cartman when someone starts Come Sail Away.
Consequently...even though last year was a dreadful year in American film...I will finish what you've begun: 2010 started with me keeping track of every film I watched, but I quit that foolishness in April because I'd yet to see one newly-released American-film worth recommending.
The vast majority of 2010 films were average-to-unmemorable dreck. I didn't see either of the movies you mentioned, anonymous-commenter, so I can't provide you with my oppioidin on them. I can, however, explain why I chose not to see them.
I'll probably watch the first-half of the last Potter film, just before I watch the second-half...maybe sometime this year. Stephen King fleeced his avid-reader's with six mini-books released monthly in the mid 90's, which I realize was before you were born, Anon-commenter, but—nonetheless—they (The Green Mile series) were an early example of a financially-successful-yet-scummy way to make more money than would otherwise be possible. I felt almost the same way when Quentin Tarantino released Kill Bill in two parts (wouldn't a four-hour film with an intermission have been fantastic?)
There were so many worst films of 2010. So very many. I successfully avoided watching most of them by paying attention to their metric and choosing to only see those films with a score higher than 60. This is not a very good way of deciding, because...
Individual vs Society (HR 3962)
Acceptance of this adage is due to combining desired improvement with words (society, individual) which present differing meanings to different people.
Republicans think positively about individual; to them, an individual is: a leader, a stalwart, a trail-blazer or a commander. In the mind’s-eye of a Republican, an individual is always self-sufficient. On the other hand, Democrats have difficulty detaching the silent and invisible adjective selfish which always seems to precede individual in their mind's-eye.
Not so with society. Democrats hear society and think about the large group they’re part of, which includes many who are less fortunate than they are. Republicans hear society and see the slothful looking for hand-outs, welfare abusers, and human parasites.
During a recent lengthy discussion with my sister (economic-free market-pessimist / social-conservative / professional-successful businesswoman) she used the term Obama care. So, I asked her why she was against 2009's health care bill. She mistook my question as a statement of protest, and I needed to repeat myself a few times before my clarification “just because I voted for him doesn’t mean I support everything he does,” got heard.
I didn’t know much about the health care bill before today (and still don't know much). I knew it was almost 2,000 pages big and was supposed to improve health care in the US (there's that word again improve, now it’s appended to health care...which hits the mind’s-eye just like society, and not like individual.)
Since my sister is an adjunct to the medical, legal, and insurance professions I thought she'd have a rational, fact-based, explanation for dismissing it. She does not. Instead, she fell into an all too familiar rant-rut: government...bad...social security...fail... Medicaid...broken...goes without saying...blah...new health care...ditto.
I assumed she’s too close to the issue (the forest-from-the-trees analogy) but she says she sees the issue better than most because of her perspective, which is why she is amazingly confident in her ability to forecast the future failure of the 2009 heath care bill, which gradually becomes law over the next four years.
So I found it and skimmed it. Bill HR 3962. It delineates (repetitively and in legal jargon) the new law, while it also updates previous laws, describes new responsibilities, outlines oversight, enrollment, and fines, as well as updates the Native American health care laws, and revises some Medicaid laws.
In a nutshell, all US taxpayers (with exceptions) will be required, by 2014, to purchase health insurance or pay healthcare bills with cash. No more county clinic walk-ins claiming 'too poor to pay'; failure to do so will mean facing an annual fine (like a tax) which will be assessed by the IRS.
I have not paid much attention to this bill because I (retired military) and my fiancΓ©e (Native American) are two exceptions. Reading portions of the bill did not clarify, for me, why it's expected to reduce health care costs, although I do see how it'll improve coverages and close loop holes. I don’t know why my sister says it's all total bullshit. I suspect, though, that in the next few years there will be a dramatic increase in US taxpayers joining the Christian Science Church because, after 2014, the IRS can't fine you for refusing to own health insurance if you are a member of The First Church of Christ, Scientist. Which begs the question: Are we sure we want the separation of church and state to be negated by an organization that advocates the creation of zombies on their registered logo?
Quadrantid Meteor Shower Tonight
I read in 2010:
2010 Charted
Compared to last year - golfing supplanted hiking, vacations (including scuba) and camping trips resumed this year, creativity suffered, and house-stuff (cleaning, driving, food prep, etc) was done more by my wonderful fiancΓ©e and, therefore, less by me.
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