Journal Entries: Some Spring Notes

Sunday 5 March 2000.

18-26 March 2000, In Search of Bigfoot - click here

Noisy Forestville

Thursday the 20th of April, year 2000.

30 April 2000?

Rattlesnake Soup For The Soul - Tastes Just Like Chicken. The Care and Feeding of Yourself When You're With Other Humans. Include the standard questions about souls - evolution, uh survival benefits of having a soul; when the soul, when souls evolved; what creatures have souls and how can you tell? Conspiracies - include links to searches of 'conspiracy theory', 'racial codewords', 'racial-ethnic codewords/keywords'

Music Composition Notes - click here

May 2000, to Area51 - click here

May-June 2000, Stonehenge - click here

Early Summertime Notes

Thursday, 8th of June 2000. Forestville

Thoughts on: How The Irish Saved Civilization - not on the book, just on the title, I haven't read the book. DID the Irish save Civilization? Was Civilization worth saving? Was that a Good Thing? Should the Irish be billed for damage caused by later civilized societies? Should they get royalties for the benefits of Civilization? Who does the cost-benefit analysis? Do you trust them? Does saving Western Civilization have any impact on the cost-benefit ratio of Eastern or Mid-Eastern Civilization? If Eastern Civilization invented the rudiments of technology but didn't utilize'em, is Western Civilization to be blamed for utilizing them without inventing them? If the Chinese invented gunpowder, should they be billed for damages? If American and African Civilizations were destroyed by European Civilizations that were saved by the Irish, do we blame the Irish? How do we figure the cost-benefit analysis of Alien and/or Divine and/or Random influences on interference with ANY Civilization? Are all such cost-benefit analyses just sick, twisted GAMES? Are ALL human intellectual activities... sick... twisted... games??? Do humans prefer or insist upon sick, twisted games? Are all human intellectual and other activities, by definition sick and twisted? Would you rather create, play, observe, or be inflicted with, sick, twisted human games? How about sick, twisted NON-human games? Are sick, twisted game the result of civilization, or do non-civilized people play them too? Is sick, twisted gaming a mark of intelligence? Is civilization a mark of intelligence? How can you tell?

But enough of that. I should set aside some time tomorrow to take care of Harry Oliver stuff: scan the latest bulletin that I have; respond to the guy who has the complete set of bulletins; scan the magazine this other fellow sent me; update [my] Harry Oliver pages; and maybe set up a HO.PITAS.COM - an open Harry Oliver weblog for anybody who's interested, rather than setting up a mailing list, so we don't fill up emails with that. And also have a HO.DA.RU entrance to it. Get back to Nikki, see about getting a, doing an exchange on the bulletin, on the scrapbook with her. And see if she wants to sell any of her other copies. O dang, there was a notice from eBay about a scrapbook coming up, I'd better follow that up. So I guess tomorrow, Friday's Harry Oliver Day ...

Other non-essential but desirable activies: work on the Games Guides texts; enter the texts of the few newish songs that I have, not that they're THAT new; rewrite my SkeptiChat archive files.btm job to make it all one unit again. And then there's the useful mandatory stuff, mostly setting-up for sale on eBay: dig out the 8mm camera; check the interface - oh! If that interface... damn... uh, if video doesn't work any better with the 8mm than it does with the digital camcorder, I'll have to do something about that Grabit! interface...

Sunday the 11th of June, year 2000, Forestville

Start by taking off the back of the dinette against the driver's seat, turning the dinette into a full-time bed. Build a table over the couch with shelves under it for laptop computers, use it as a workstation and hinged dining table. Put some seatbacks onto the bed to lean back against with PVC pipe bracing against the wall, so we can lean back and put our feet up on the couch while we pull out the under-table drawers and work at the workstation, or push those keyboard etc drawers in; have the table-top hinged, two pieces, say 26" and 13" - fold that out and you get 39", very comfortable to use as a dining table - folded up, it's not even as wide as the current couch. And so there's room to walk by. Drawers underneath for the workstations - no impediment. Supplies in shelves under the center of that table, or storage - well, we'll have two workstations, fulltime bed down now, OK so when I have the cabover bed open, in order to get in and out, I have to step on the lower bed. Big deal.

Still need a lot of equipment that I mentioned on the previous list. All in all, it costs a lot less than buying a new RV. The tricky part'll be supporting the table over the couch without drilling a lot of unsightly holes in walls that'd reduce resale value of Zippy. It WILL be necessary to get a larger inverter. It's be NICE to have a generator, but mostly we'll have to see how cost-effective that is. Get a subwoofer for a computer sound-system from HSC, that can run CDs, minidisks, shortwave, other stuff off of that there... Need to build storage organizers for the closet and the shower. Better catches for all the doors and drawers. Glue drawers back together. Reinforce their gliders. Ditch the inside ladder. Then see about getting it professionally detailed and, later, winterized... Install better shelf rims and dividers in bathroom cabinets. Water purifier, with output coming up thru the 3rd hole in the kitchen sink. Seriously pursue suitable bike-racks.

Monday, 12 June 2000, Forestville CA

Every tribe has its own central myth. It is the origin or survival myth that delineates the tribe and creates its separateness. To penetrate to the heart of the myth, is to understand the tribe's moment of creation, and the dawn of its history. --Zhamtsarano

The edge of despair is discovery. --me

Monday afternoon, heading for the dentist, the 12th of June, going past Graton, thinking of some songs, heavy techno stuff, just recurrent beats, fast, OK... one of'em, the lyrics:

You suck my brains out! ba-ba-ba-bum-ba-ba-ba... You suck my brains out! ba-ba-ba-bum-ba-ba-ba...

[repeated, etc] OK, the next one, a real fast beat, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, but slow words:

Half-way to hea-ven I got high-jacked... and: Revenge is the mother of enlightenment... and: It's a deoxyribonucleic nightmare! and: Suture my nerves up, I feel like dancin'!! and: There we go again Kemosabe!! and: They've ruined my mind but I don't mind, How could I mind? I have no mind. And: Do the Kama-Sutra, shake-shake-shake! and: Devoid of thought, devoid of energy, devoid of de void... and, If it's so damn obvious, why didn't *I* think of it?

I've been running out of songs lately. I can't think of now music of my own. I can barely think of song words, I can think of questions to put in the bulletins, and that's about it. I... what's happening here?

Search Napster for John Fahey, for Jim Kweskin, for Muldaur, Acapulco Gold. Is Orson Scott Card still alive? [Yes, unfortunately.]

Tuesday morning, 13 June, year 2000, Forestville.

Porcupine. Passport. Try again to put MIDI guitar interface on backpacker guitar. Take Ibanez guitar in for repair. Monitor Wireless DSL situation re: SONIC. Take pictures at Starbucks, see if they run me off, heh heh.

Wednesday, June 14, year 2000, 9:30 AM, Forestville.

SONG: We are living in a quantum reality / it's all much weirder than we think it should be / Things evaporate, popup between you & me / and I wouldn't have it any other way. The universe pumps perpetual motion / in a quantum froth like luxurious lotion / We're all fraught with thought & emotion / y'know I wouldn't have it any other way. We're occupied with lasers, masers, razors, phasers / we side-step energy, side-step thru barriers / all our information are virus carriers / y'know I wouldn't have it any other way. We don't really need any gods or demons / pretty soon, WE'LL be the aliens Down the home-stretch on the road to evolution / y'know I wouldn't have it any other way.

NOTES: White light. Moorpark apricots. Larian cherries. ... Start a service to provide, sell upgrade packages to low-cost academic conventions all over the US. ... Oriental furniture, Nigel's, Van Ness & SUtter, San Francisco. Big stuff. Big gorgeous oriental stuff. ...

Monday morning, what is this, the 19th of June? Year 2000, thereabouts. Maureen's driven off to work. Mauren's folks have gone back home after being here for the weekend - I get my bedroom back. They somehow suggested some imagery over the weekend, one of which was:

Kung-Fu Jesus! Kung-Fu Jesus, the ultimate fighting machine! SEE: Jesus deal with the temptation of the Devil in the wilderness. Get thee BEHIND me, Satan! Hai! SEE: Jesus deal with the betrayal by Judas Iscariot. Hai! Kick to the midsection! Chop behind the ear! Ai! SEE: Jesus break free from the cross. Hai! Kung-Fu Jesus! Coming to a theatre near you. Be there or be damned!

Other ideas: Buddha for the NRA. New-Age Mohammad. Roller-Derby Jesus! Roller-Derby Jesus, Roller-Derby Buddha, Roller-Derby Moses, Roller-Derby Mohammad. Total combat action with your favorite holy man! And for a special added bonus: the Girl's Team! Joan of Arc, Mother Teresa, and lead by the greatest of all team-leaders, Our Lady of Guadelupe! SEE: Bone-crushing action as they snap the whip! [Not to mention, the All-Goddess Kick-Boxing League!]

Gee, it's amazing how much dictating into this little tape deck resembles talking to myself. Especially to outside observers, who don't see the tape deck. Hah-hah.

Will I *ever* get the Harry Oliver stuff done? The Barbara Hambly page updated? Will I?

Search the Web & eBay for back-traction racks.

Monday morning, 19th June, 2000, thereabouts.

Maureen's driven off to work. Mauren's folks have gone back home after being here for the weekend - I get my bedroom back. They somehow suggested some imagery over the weekend, one of which was:

Kung-Fu Jesus! Kung-Fu Jesus, the ultimate fighting machine! SEE: Jesus deal with the temptation of the Devil in the wilderness. Get thee BEHIND me, Satan! Hai! SEE: Jesus deal with the betrayal by Judas Iscariot. Hai! Kick to the midsection! Chop behind the ear! Ai! SEE: Jesus break free from the cross. Hai! Kung-Fu Jesus! Coming to a theatre near you. Be there or be damned!

Other ideas: Buddha for the NRA. New-Age Mohammad. Roller-Derby Jesus! Roller-Derby Jesus, Roller-Derby Buddha, Roller-Derby Moses, Roller-Derby Mohammad. Total combat action with your favorite holy man! And for a special added bonus: the Girl's Team! Joan of Arc, Mother Teresa, and lead by the greatest of all team-leaders, Our Lady of Guadelupe! SEE: Bone-crushing action as they snap the whip! [Not to mention, the All-Goddess Kick-Boxing League!]

Gee, it's amazing how much dictating into this little tape deck resembles talking to myself. Especially to outside observers, who don't see the tape deck. Hah-hah.

Will I *ever* get the Harry Oliver stuff done? The Barbara Hambly page updated? Will I?

Some Dimensional Notes

19 June? year 2000, Forestville.

One is that if you have a dimension in which movement is allowed only in one direction, as in time, only moving forward thru time, then you can move in other directions in time by rotating the diagram, so that, if time is represented as up-down, one is only allowed to move UP, then rotate the diagram by 90 degrees, now we can only move thru one direction of SPACE, and you you can move back-and-forth in time. And there is evidence that a sufficiently dense mass of the right size can twist time and space enough to allow this.

The other implication is that since we can collapse movement in the 3 dimensions of space into one dimension for the purpose of charting it, we can also collapse 4 dimensions of space-time into one dimension, and chart a further dimension in the other direction on the page - not just another direction, but another set of dimensions. So that dimensions 1-2-3-4 are charted as going across on the page, and dimensions 5-6-7-8-9 are charted as going up-and-down on the page. Again, the whole page can be rotated to allow different forms of motion. One could also flip the page in relation to your viewing of it. Also, considering a 'dimension' as something you wish to track, to record, to chart, we could take some aspect of 3-dimensional space or 4-dimensional space-time and break down any one dimension into further dimensions, do that you would need more than 4 dimensions of charting to track what's happening there. I already suggested this before in terms of tracking speeds and vectors. So just as we can simplify multi-dimensional representations by collapsing dimensions for charting, we can complexify'em by expanding them.

Other fun things you can do with space and time, or at least with a page that is charting Feynmann diagrams representing space and time: You can xerox the page; make copies of your reality. You can crumple it up; burn it; wipe your ass with it; fold, spindle and mutilate it; overprint it with pretty pictures, and/or spill stuff on it; cut out protions of it; yeah, make paper dolls out of it; crush a plant you think is poison oak or poison ivy against it and see if the paper turns black. Suppose when you chart your universe, your reality, your time-space interactions on that paper, you use invisible ink? Or disappearing ink? Does your reality then materialize and dematerialize? If reality is whatever bites your ass; and you can chart reality in a Feynmann diagram; can you chart your ass-biting? If in quantum theory, nothing is real until you observe it, does your diagram not exist when you're not looking at it? Is reality whatever we think it is at the moment? Do we carve reality out of possibilities, probabilities? Good question.

20 June 2000, Forestville

Anyway, that's one point. Another is in my reading here of IN SEARCH OF SCHRODINGER'S CAT, that of course time slows down as you go faster, and when you get to the speed of light, time stops. And all photons travel at the speed of light. Therefore, to photons there is no time. Right NOW is the same as the Big Bang, 15 billion years ago! Put those together, and I come up with the line that, If I were a photon, I'd never be late to a job interview again!

The author says that our everyday view of reality is based on 3 fundamental assumptions. First, that there ARE real things that exist, regardless of whether we observe them; second, that it is legitimate to draw general conclusions from consistent observations or experiments; and third, that no influence can propagate faster than the speed of light, which he calls 'locality'. Together, these fundamental assumptions are the basis of Local Realistic views of the world. But are those assumptions valid? Or meaningful? Experimental results clearly demonstrate that Local Realistic views of the world are false.

"The whole universe can be thought of as a delayed choice experiment in which the existence of observers who notice what is going on, is what imparts tangible reality to the origin of everything." --John Gribben

Up Close And Personal

Uh, funny words. I didn't do a bulletin yesterday, Monday. I might not do one today, Tuesday... I'm having scattered interactions on the mailing lists that I'm on, I'm starting to be argumentative to one dork on InTheShadows who insists that the NewWorldOrder is Satanic, and because I ironically wrote "The New World Order Is Our Friend" -- uh, "Big Brother Is Our Friend", that's what I wrote -- I didn't up an Irony Alert warning on that message... therefore, I'm Satanic, blah blah blah. Uh, what does it matter? Don't mean dogshit.

(deletia) None of this would make a good drama... I'm not a Soap Opera, not enough action... OK, a dramatic presentation, the one-person soap opera, all internalized: a person sits there, does nothing, sees nothing, says nothing; scratches, twitches a little; it's 5 minutes and 15 seconds with a person at a table. Then comes the question of course: if I feel like this, why do I let it affect me? Why don't I transcend it? Fock, I don't know. (mumble) (deletia)

Don't do any bulletins this week. Clean out the office. Build a new machine. Set the white balance on the cambcorders. (deletia) Search Napster for Sugar Shack, Fireballs, espresso, coffee, pain, sex, fuck, acid, grass, Acapulco, Africa, Asia, Buddy Holly, rockabilly, reality. Hey, search Google for reality. Reality check. Interrupted reality. (deletia)

Tuesday morning, 20 June 2000, Forestville.

Collapsing dimensions: How to get to Feynmann diagrams, and beyond. When we represent 3 dimensional space on a 2 dimensional plane, like when we draw a picture, or take a photograph even, a photograph represents 3 dimensions, we put it on a flat piece of paper, we are in essence collapsing 2 of the dimensions into one. Call the space dimension X Y & Z - X is back'n'forth, Y is up'n'down, and Z is front'n'back. When we collapse those 3 dimensions into 2 for projecting an image, we're collapsing the X and Z dimensions together -- we still have Y vertical, but X and Z now are horizontal. With a Feynmann space-time diagram, collapse X Y *and* Z together into the X dimension, horizontal -- the vertical now plots T, the time dimension. We can, if we wish, collapse T into the horizontal also.

So let me introduce a new dimension, the U dimension -- call that 'happiness'. Now the horizontal plots my location in space'n'time, and the vertical charts how happy I am at any point in space'n'time. Or I could be measuring the V dimension -- call that 'volubility' -- how loud am I speaking at any point that I'm at in space'n'time. Now that horizontal axis, my collapsed T-X-Y-Z dimension, let's call that R for 'reality'. Now I could be plotting MY reality (call it Reality1) horizontally, and plotting someone else's reality (R2) vertically. As we add these new dimensions, new factors that we're measuring, these new dimensions do not exist in parallel with the pre-existing dimensions -- they're always at right angles to them. EVERYTHING is at right angles.

And to work our way around different realities, all we have to do is rotate the page, flip it -- everything changes, yet everything stays the same. Everything happens, yet nothing is determined. Isn't that FUN?

Hey, that's a Game! Call that one: IF CREATING NEW UNIVERSES IS A GAME THEN HERE ARE THE RULES. (Note: these ideas are now at that page in an uninterrupted format.)

The Copenhagen Interpretation: nothing is real. The Many-Worlds Interpretation: everything is real. Take your pick, bubby.

Supersymmetry... supergravity... super you'n'me...
The universe is a vacuum fluctuation... ooh...

Deep, deep depth... Sorcery: the use of great power for base purposes. Hacking is sorcery. Sorcery is a two-edged sword - sooner or later it will cut you deep. Deep. To a deep, deep depth. Learning automata that do whatever you want, whether they should or not, are sorcerous.

bumpersticker: EAT A QUEER FETUS FOR JESUS!

How much of life is susceptible to UN-DO? Does life have a reset button? Is it a trigger?