March 4th, 2017

duh - bitch slap

Not to mention dementia.

I mainly cannot stand NPR's attempt to do sports. I don't even like sports to begin with, but NPR puts on this annoying fake chummy-chummy laughter and assholery that really bugs the crap out of me. Then they bring on that one guy who is often on, "Wait, Wait..." Charlie Pierce. (*finger/uvula*) He was once sometimes funny, but that is not enough to elevate him into being the official god of all sports comedy, whilst being completely unknown to non-NPR Republicans and general sports-watchers.

Anyway, one show NPR does is, "It's Only A Game," and this is actually pretty good. Well, not entirely. But it sometimes has good human-interest stories. (In sports, there are amazing human interest stories, btw. Like runners who win the Olympics despite virtually dying on the track). This morning, this show did a bit about some parents who took their son, James, to a baseball game. After an eerie premonition, a baseball hit their son on the head.

They took the boy to the hospital, where everyone declared him to be fine. On the way home, he had to vomit. Because, it turns out, he had a fractured skull. This reminded me of my life. Because, when I was about 5 years old, our family was hit by a drunk driver. My mother went through the windshield, and her head was all bloody. So, they kept her over. But I looked fine, so they sent me home.

But, because I had flown from the back of the car into the front, I had hurt my head, and ended up vomitting on the way home. I can still remember the poor plant I singled out to suffer this expression for some reason. That night, things were woozy. I went into my mother's bedroom and started putting on her clothes, probably as an attempt to bring back the security she offered. Stupidly, my siblings - and father - stuck their heads in the door of the bedroom, giggling at me, tauntingly.

This shows you the sensitivity of my family. I had a fractured skull, and I was home, where they were laughing at me. Need I say, my sisters used to dress me up as a girl. I don't know if this happened after the accident or before. But, I did have a fractured skull, so I was eventually brought back to the hospital. Where nothing much was done. But. This trauma is probably why I have CFS today. Because. It's only a game.
* - Elephant of Life

Going to extremes.

This is an odd little grab-bag post.Collapse )

It's all us.

It's always been all about us.

You want to kill the Trumpianism presidency, without knowing the enemy? You're full of shit.

KNOW THE FUCKING ENEMY. Read their shit. God!!!!!!! You are sending us off to the slaughter by your childish war of words, instead of working for monumental changes.

OK - the first thing I have to add is that I have been harping on about the limits of science for many years. Research my tags. AND. The same hubris that elected Trump to be Trump, or Obama to be Obama, is the hubris that makes science untenable, most markedly via its funding sources. It is the same hubris, of the apple-tantalised American public, at large. You. It has to do with you.

So - anyway - there is one OUT against any clamp-down on scientific or progressive thinking. It is this:

As a Noetic organism, we inspire each other with ideas and innovations, as does the entire universe. As this goes, you should be fucking amazed and thankful that you are any part of it at all. I have posted about this fantasmic existential orgasm at length, days of future and past. Ideas spring out of nowhere and nobody thinks to credit them to the wonder of the psychic human species, in the wondrous universe. Instead, we insert selfish capitalism. And, that is why religion, against state, ends up being a good thing.

The fact that scientific discoveries oddly tend to occur at the same nodes in history, sometimes as if psychically, is a harbinger against the possibility of technology and society being fully demolished, by its own top-heavy hubris.

So, to conclude this post. As Einstein said, "Imagination is more important than knowledge,"...

All I hope to do is to tweak the imagination of just one of you - enough to change this bullshit world. If you don't like that, then lets have a dysphoric miasma of impotent human will. Yes. Surely this is what we aspire to. Call it extreme. It is.S

o, anyway...  It is nice that I am hearing people on the radio machine questioning science, and mentioning the hubris associated with it.  It is the same hubris which is in the heads of politicians, and gets us into wars.  Because we tyhink we know it all.

The other day, I came up with this idea: The reason why there is an apparently permanent difference between quantum (micro) theory and Einstein's (macro) relativity is because of our assumption of TIME.  Our local time distorts how we observe, and how we measure.  I am sure I have had this thought in the past, but it was all well laid out for me, the other day.  The very next day, yesterday, I was listening to TED Radio, and they bring up this point.  A certain philosopher of science proposes that the reason why there is a difference between the two main theoies, micro and macro, is because of TIME.  My very same thought!  And they were holding this guy up to be some kind of intellectual genius, because of it!  You see...  Our thoughts are all dancing around together in our universal static.  We pull them out like rabitts from a hat.  Making origami of the universe.