I try to never believe the story that makes me out to be the best...

...because it is almost entirely unlikely to be incorrect.  I might be inclined to believe the idea that I am the worst, as it certainly feels like the guilt should purchase that award, but the Truth lay somewhere in between, I am sure. The thing I know for sure is that it will be hard for me to remember correctly if I don't log it.  Even before I liked computers I liked remembering.  Computers just extended what the mind could do, because we have a weakness in time that we found we could fill with processors. The AI still cannot think ahead like we can, but they can predict based on models statistical or prejudicial it doesn't matter.  It becomes self-fulfilling.  They, neither, can excrete meaning from tragedy nor compress meaning into a rainbow.  That, too, is still our domain.  But when it comes to crunching numbers, these guys are the bees' knees. Plus, the things that drive so much of our lives are already algorithm driven, and have been, since I can remember, and I r

Why cause matters even if we live in a nondeterministic universe

First of all, and last of all:  Scope.   There will always be times when something has a higher amplitude or importance within a particular smaller scope but that does not outweigh the importance of things that might have to be postponed.  In example: relationships.  We build goodwill and strength into them, they are a joy battery, that is of course the most important over all.  Build it strong enough, and it can withstand some space in which other things, like school or work, are more important.  Feed it and we can make withdrawals against it in times of trouble.  When things get really bad, I might lay my body down, like a bridge.  But that is a final sacrifice and so reserved.  Other things are not as great a sacrifice but become more important because we can do them ALL THE TIME. There is a secret to that dichotomy.  It is only a paradox if one looks away, perhaps by turning the other cheek.  Jesus said that how you treat the least of His is how you treated Him.  Think on that next

Ghost (in the Machine) Rider

Our bodies are amazing things, and whatever we ask them to do consistently, it tries to do.  I've not gone in to it much, yet, but it seems like the Universe also tries to do what we repeatedly ask it.  I have a solution to the quandry of the double slit experiment that simply shows the universe thought that the identification of the particles was the most important part, and so it reulted in two bands instead of the interference pattern.  The particle waveforms resolved BEFORE they got to the screen, and so they already knew what to do when they got there.  The scientists expected the waveform to get identified and then that label to be applie to the particle when it resolved at the screen, but the particle had already been resolved when it passed through their filter. I think they don't understand time. But time is our superpower.  Time is the thing that makes us the ghost in the machine and time is the thing that allows us to go back and analyze the past to prepare for the f

The double slit experiment and a solution to the Fermi Paradox

 The double slit experiment and the quantum erasor experiments destroy my worldview.  I thought I would never have my mind blown better than at an MIT batchelor party, but I was wrong.  When I found out that quantum entanglement had been proven, repeatebly, and now even for macroscopic items, many houses of cards collapsed.  It doesn't change the math, but it changes the assumptions, and so it will possibly affect future exploration, but what it should do is echo back in time and eradicate some of the dead ends we travelled because of the incorrect theories. Theories being wrong over time don't negate the fact they served their purpose.  See, proving the theory wrong IS sort of the point, for a lot of scientists.  That is the beauty of the science construct, it lets peope who are creative and smart make things, and then people who are not creative but THOROUGH pick the idea to pieces.  The evolution of ideas through this process is robust.   My ex father in law was this kind of

Life is both more and less than I thought it was

I grew up in the west, thinking that Man had a destiny to tame the wilderness.  My heroes were cowboys and trappers.  My middle school was named after Jim Bridger, and my hometown boasted the the start of all three major westward expansions. I was limited in my understanding of how these things affected other cultures.  I was restricted in the education that I received and I was lied to when I asked questions.  Some of the people who lied were telling the truth as they knew it, but it was a lie anyway. That is a fundamental flaw in how we view the world, I think.  Everyone does what they think is best, all the time.  And they then say it like it is an excuse for doing the wrong thing.  They don't understand the math, they think it is not their choice.  They don't see they chose to do the default action when they refused to ponder the circumstances under which they lived. And they will see the restrictions in world views, the things that literally shape reality, and they blame t

Everything they didn't tell me

My suspicions grew during the weeks following the tanks in Tienamen Square.  I called my section chief and asked him if I needed to repack my gear for China, because it is still cold in the Fulda Gap during the Ides of April, 1989.  I was stationed in Erlangen, FRG, and it was colder than the bible belt.  Not so much in China, so I wanted to know if I could drop my extreme cold weather gear.  My chief laughed and told me to stand down; we would stay here and protect against the threat of Communist invasion from Russia, we couldn't worry about China. But as time passed, and the Stars and Stripes reported no change to our relationship to China, it gnawed at me.  We fight all these wars against Communism, we are told that Communism is the enemy of liberty and so we have to wage all these wars.  Blood and treasure, based on a lie. But when people stood up for Freedom we did nothing?  I started looking more closely at how we used our forces.  We were not a force for good in the world, w

On the Futility of Momentum

Everything starts from stillness.  That is the first paradox.  Balance becomes hardest when the speed approaches zero, and no one wants to dump their bike.  But experienced riders know that it is easy to ride fast but it takes skill to ride slow.  This is the second paradox.  To get better at speed, first learn to go slow.  This is the Wahlberg principle:  Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.