10 Minute Rule

I’ve been doing quite a bit of thinking about the way humans interact with machinery and how that can be enhanced through a BEI (Brain-Electrics-Interface). This sort of device is known by many names in many stories, perhaps most notable being called a Datajack. BEIs are the next stage in our technological evolution. The open the door to seemingly limitless possibilities and raise the question: Is there a limit to human performance?

The role of a BEI can be to accelerate speed at which impulses crash around the brain. Diffusion tensor imaging (DTI) is one way that we can record the speed of the human thought process. Now imagine there were a device within your brain that could speed up your thoughts. How fast could you think? Is there an upper limit? What sort of stress would this cause to the brain tissue?

Here is what I think: The faster things are in the physical world, the more wear an tear they seem to endure. This is not a perfect rule. In fact, I am basing this entirely on the concept of friction–which may not apply to thought. If there is in fact resistance that occurs in the transfer of thought, then this can effect the structural integrity at the higher levels of thought speed. Thought speed is related to the amount of dendrites built up in the brain. In this way the brain is like a muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it gets.

Here comes the tricky part. What if we could artificially manufacture and place dendrites. How would that effect brain conduction? Would we think faster if there were a way to create more dendrites and apply them to the required thought pathways?

This leads to many more conversations about regulations and the idea of sentience. I can see this leading to a story about a doctor who fumbles around in her lab and constructs such a thing (a la planet of the apes) and the resulting chaos that follows. This is of course how my mind works and the round about way in which I come to story concepts. And that is really the point of this article.

With the second week of school drawing to a close I find myself looking forward as opposed to stumbling towards a point where I have finally caught up. I haven’t caught up, not with everything I need to do, but life is quickly catching up to me. I am hunkered down and medically forced into a cycle that resembles a normal person’s sleeping habits, less my heart shrivel and pop like some cosmic reversal of the big bang.

Two weeks in and I really love my job. I still have a great amount of bitterness towards where I was, especially now that they’re enjoying a moment in the spotlight. I feel like the coach that left the program only to see that program grab the national championship two years later. This is a recurring pattern in my life. Wash out of the ISU football program and two years later they’re in the national spotlight. Leave the Flagstaff Hitmen in order to spend more time with my family, and two years later they win a league championship. This pattern repeats itself, Fibonacci-like, throughout my life leading to the conclusion that my purpose is to infuse a place with what it needs to win and then clear out before I screw it up.

I’m Bain Capital.

I’m also exhausted from the hard work and fat new body. It is possible I was much happier with my state of being when I was posting about being a work in progress as opposed to having reached the end of the working period and discovered that I lost all the gains I made plus more–physically. Mentally I am still right there on the cusp of a major evolutionary step. I don’t know what I’m waiting for. The ideas are floating around up there looking for safe harbor.

I just gotta give myself that push.

“No one’s ever asked to see my birth certificate. They know that this is the place that we were born and raised.” Said Mitt Romney to thunderous applause. At that moment I was reminded of another fine line. This one spoken by Senator Amadala in the Star Wars series. “So this is how liberty dies. With thunderous applause.”

We have struggled with the racist history of America for a very long time. Yet now, in a world where we have a racially mixed president, we are supposed to believe that racism is dead, and worse, we are expected to accept that election as proof of the end of racial divisiveness to the extent that any time you mention race you are immediately accused of ‘pulling the race card‘. In other words, we are being made to feel bad about bringing attention to racism, that when we notice it the notice is our own bigotry as minorities bubbling to the surface, or worse a ploy by the socialist Democratic party to draw black people to the polls.

Racism will not vanish until we discover another other to focus our unity upon. The structural functionalist in me believes that the other is necessary. Unless we have an outside group to rally against we will not rally together. This is a fact of human nature. We form community based on shared interests. As those interests become broader, we maintain community based on fear.

Right now the fear factor being used is this idea of racial backlash. We have a shrinking majority that is losing power. That group is both aging and splintering within its own ranks. Now they are saying that we can’t mention it when we feel abused less we become the bad guy. This prescriptive treatment is being shopped to women as well as they are told exactly what to do and say about their bodies. In fact, a political official was censured for saying the word vagina on the floor.

Where do we go from here? When you are told not to react you must react. You must shout and fight and flaunt your individuality less you be silenced for good.

I woke up yesterday $60 short. The money was promised long ago to a western sports game franchise called EA Sports. The money went to the Madden football game. I’ve been buying the game since the early 90’s, and year after year the game impresses. This year I failed to be impressed. What I wanted out of Madden 13 and what I received were so tragically far apart that I may be close to the point where I step away from the franchise forever.

Video Games and textbooks share a common financial strategy. They rely on the ability to release new versions of the product in order to maintain the profitability of the line. The difference is that Video Games need to offer something relevantly new–beyond the new players–in order to avoid players sticking with the old version. Madden impresses every other year. Apparently it takes that long to roll out a significant upgrade in complete form.  I’ve accepted that, and as such muddled through Madden 12 with all the glee of a kid about to get a visit from Santa in a few months. Santa came yesterday and dropped off that coal.

Gameplay isn’t the problem. I can see improvements there in locomotion and play reading. No, the problem is the all inclusive franchise/coaching mode. To start, you cannot move players up from the NCAA game in career mode. I spent weeks prepping a kid from High School to Heisman only to realize belatedly that my career stopped there. Weak sauce.

This is the big problem I have so far. This game was always a continuation of the college game as it is in real life. Now there is no importing of draft classes nor career continuation. Madden effectively tore out the connectivity that really made the game fun in replay. Sure, we can pull in random drafts built from the floor up by madden folk, but that isn’t what I asked for. I wanted a chance to construct my own thing, to live out that dream i failed at in real life. This didn’t go down the way it had and or the way I wanted.

 

My need for a chiropractor is starting to affect my behaviors. I worry about the growing neck pain more than I should, and it distracts me from nearly every activity. I should just go. I will just go, but I haven’t gone because of a long standing fear of doctors that dates back to the death of my stepfather. He went in for liver treatment and was given and later died of AIDS. The doctors apologized and claimed not to understand what kind of complications could of occurred. Later on they blamed bad blood. We were a young family and maybe more than a little naive. We didn’t take any sort of action. I don’t regret avoiding making money off of death. Money helps always, but you have to live with what you do.

Right now I’m living with this great sense of indecision and lack of intrinsic motivation. There are projects that make me really happy, but nothing that keeps that engine going. That leaves me in the constant start-stop leap from job to job, class to class, with no thread of purpose to hold it all together.

This could be an actual mid life crisis or merely the result of the 20 lbs of physical change negatively impacting my mental condition. Whatever the cause of this personal wasteland, I need to do something now. Starting with the physical condition seems to be the best course of action, but how do I get myself to start? Nike’s answer isn’t working.

Some Thoughts:

1. Vince Young, drafted as the 3rd pick and hope of a professional franchise in 2006, has been cut yet again. This could mark the end of his very brief NFL career. This was a career marred by failures and poor attitude. It sends the message that the athletic QB is to be lauded and courted but thoroughly vetted. Cam Newton he was not. He remains a lone dissapointment in a top 6 that produced 5 pro bowlers (including Young!)
2. Jets finally traded Wayne Hunter. He’ll do good in his new role, but the important part is they got a former #1 pick in return. Smith has a big price tag next year, so this is a one shot deal unless he renegotiates. That means they’ll be looking at Tackles in the next draft.

I experienced the toughest two hours of my life this morning against a backdrop of Pokemon-like monsters called Rinjitoto. My first born was tasked with writing a book report on Rinjitoto and set about reading the 100 pg book to the best of his ability. Sadly, the best of his ability is not very good. We spent two hours going through a single chapter. The issue on his end is a failure to comprehend. The issue on my end is a blatant inability to teach someone that young and distracted.

My wife started the lesson. 10 minutes in, she was quite through with him. I took over, hoping to apply some of my education and patience to the situation. The next two hours was a lot like playing tug of war with a dead bear. You tug and tug, but all it does is lay there and stink. At one point I dropped everything and started giving the boy dyslexia tests. They were inconclusive. The 2nd grade comprehension tests I dug up didn’t tell me much either. I learned that my 5 yr old can answer the questions just about as well as the 3rd grader, which is to say near perfect scores. That either tells me that the 5 yr old is doing well, or the tests are a bit screwy. Either way, it didn’t give me the information I needed to help this boy.

The real problem is that I cannot help this boy. I cannot teach him in the way he needs to be taught. Because I cannot teach the boy, I feel really helpless when it is time for him to learn. So, I’m more angry at me than I am at him for not being able to comprehend what he is supposed to at this point in his learning.

Not quite sure how to deal with that yet…

Some Thoughts:
1. Jets play in 2 hours. Last dress rehearsal for a group of offensive players that appear to have nearly no game and even less pass protection. Maybe something will happen tonight. If not, pray for free agency.

2. I think I fixed the facebook problem. Time will tell

How do people get culture? Is it news? TV? Conversation? Maybe video games play a role. While preparing for class this week I stumbled across some interesting numbers. The American newspaper industry is a 34 Billion dollar industry circa 2011. The American video game industry was a 21 Billion dollar industry in 2008. Globally, video games generated about 49 billion that year. in 2012 they generated 74 billion.

It seems that the video game industry may generate more cash than the newspaper industry, which is to say that games reach more people than papers and they do so more often. Games are invasive. They’re on your phone, in your paper, and on TV. So it is fair to assume that games have more contact with people than newspapers. I surmise from this information that games have more impact on people than newspapers.

What does this mean from a social perspective? Clearly our Internet lives influence us more than papers, but in the hierarchy of things it was nice to believe that Newspapers trumped Sonic the Hedgehog. This is no longer the case, which means reality is also no longer the case. I wonder how that will shape our next generation?

Recent scientific advancements point to the ability to store data in DNA. We already know that the mind somehow synthesizes memory and now it is clear that DNA can also do so–though the ability of that DNA to function is compromised. I wonder if, in some long forgotten time, the people of a past or even distant world coded a message in human DNA and that message could somehow be retrieved.

When thinking about memory it is hard not to presume that our memories are the only things that separate us from other high order animals. In fact, the entire idea of high order is predicated on this belief that we have free will/sentience. Do we? The more I watch children develop into adults, the more I see trained pets or even computers learning scripts, the more I feel like we are mistaken in our presumption of sentience.

What if everything we say or do is actually a function, a development of being extremely complex biological computers that are tasked with running very basic routines? What if our idea of self is born out of the need for us to preserve our machine selves and continue running these nameless processes? What if we are broken machines that have abandoned the primary function and exist only on broken code and a need to replicate if for no other reason than to root out the malfunction–something we refer to as evolution.

If this is true, then it is also true that the human conscious can, for what it is worth, be replicated as part of a digital matrix. It can be that this is the only possible form of immortality. Even this leaves open the question of the soul. Should the soul actually exist, can that ‘starting energy’ be transferred as well?

Perhaps as we learn more about DNA and the transfer of information we will learn how to code our memories and grow them into new versions of ourselves so that when we die we might simply wake up in a new form and continue a life worth living.

 

Been waking up early, trying to get a good start to the day. My first moments involve clicking on the TV and looking for something interesting on the news. That failing, I slide towards the sports channels and hope for news. Lately there is none.

There also isn’t much to write about on this Thursday night that comes to mind. Sad, that.

Some Thoughts:

1. The asian marrying white meme is not going away. More surprisingly, this is a more openly acceptable interracial match than any other I’ve talked with people about. Fact is, people don’t care about that match at all. It doesn’t even register on their racial radar. There has to be a story there. Or maybe just a sociology article.
2. Wayne Hunter: Benched. See, Coach Ryan isn’t as dumb as he sometimes leads people to believe. No, I think he has a lot of ideas jammed up them sleeves, but needs to stay silent until they pan out.