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This is my journal of experiences, thoughts, ideas, and experiments; it is erratic, sometimes fruitless, sometimes profound (at least for me). I don't advertise it, but I don't mind the occasional cyber-wanderer taking a gander at it. I tend to meander when I write, to jump to new topics without transition, and some things I say are tied to things I've talked about before, so feel free to hop around and just read what pops out at you.

Sticky poetry

Posted: Sunday, September 20, 2009 by Sir Lancealot in Labels: , , , , , , , , ,
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Diggin' on diplo,
reachin' for the moon,
carryin' the stars.
How far back was that?


The sun burns with
lust, and anger, and every vice
rolled up into one
big bright beautiful "good" over the world

Yes, we run from hell
But don't you know
life's a racetrack?

And an ice cream cone,
and a box of chocolates.
How about a fuckin' rainbow
while we're at it? We fall
at the dusty, time-worn
feet of time again today,
but since there's no floor

since there's no floor
we'll fall forever, and
it's called entropy, and
it was good.
When it happens
you only feel peace

or shock at the peace

knowing what was never really there.

Bags of sewage and hispanics (Separate, unrelated subjects of discussion!)

Posted: Friday, June 5, 2009 by Sir Lancealot in Labels: , , , , ,
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I already have a Yahoo account. I refuse to create a new one just to use Yahoo! Answers.

But I really want to jump in on the discussions!!!

So i'll speak my mind to you, empty sky... vast swirling thrashing intraglobal network of data streams... the most chaotic field ever to exist... for there is no directional flow, everything rushes in different directions simultaneously... yet somehow remains superefficient.

Some thoughts:

Here's my take on the hispanic/latino race question. The members online at Yah-Ans discussed this "resolved" question in terms of "social construct". This shows me that there is a major preoccupation in this society with human interactions on a more recent timetable, therein predominantly focusing on questions of oppression, dominance, globalization, identity, and feelings. And it reinforces my understanding of a common inability to see past our own self-righteous species and its supposed transcendence of nature.(yes i am simply reinforcing past prejudices in my own mind, but as long as i realize so, it's okay--right?)
But mine is a scientific mind, and as such i see us as animals, and still partaking in the cycle of things... so I read it as a question of evolution. I would say there was/is a course upon which South America was going in differentiating, adapting to its region! Life does that. Not even all hispanics/latinos look alike. But there is a differentiation, and who decides what makes a group different enough to be a new "race" or not? It is a source of identity, as there is much shared culture in the latino/hispanic, spanish-speaking hemisphere as in the "western" european/american hemisphere! caucasians, blacks, asians, hispanics... it works for me... different regions of the world, that have adapted definite physiologic differences from the rest of the world. I say if it isn't already a new race, it is was going there, and should be ALLOWED to be identified as a different race. It only makes sense considering its dominance of more than an entire continent and the fact that you can identify somebody of latin descent as different from white, as opposed to only the savvy (others of the race who have grown up with the race) differentiating Italians and Brits, or Koreans and Vietnamese.

In other, less controversial news:

NASA has developed semi-permeable bags (old news) that they are filling with sewage (newer news) and algae (newsest). They are producing biodiesel from it. They call the bags OMEGA!!! I find that remarkable, despicable, and hilarious. First, because i am remarking on it as we speak (so to speak [we need a meme to replace those phrases...]), second, in that they would associate the precious, worthy word that is omega with a sack of sewage, and third (which i'm not witty enough to do anything about myself) for the cultural potential of this. This is a major breakthrough!! I'll work on it so I can take credit for introducing it.... perhaps a running joke on products (or nutrients...?!) with the name Omega and the implications as junk food.... =D

Discovery Channel and Anthropomorphism

Posted: Saturday, May 30, 2009 by Sir Lancealot in
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What if, when we watch animals at play, at life, and remark, "oh look, the way they act.... it's like little people..."
....What if it is we that are mimicking them, and not they us? Our inspiration for everything is nature, you know... They were here before us, you know. Considering that we evolved from them, we have taken their mating styles, their instinctual reactions, and developed our civil and pretentious ways from them... but--to quote my mother's ex-husband, who is currently doing 15-30 in prison--our shit don't stink of no better roses.

I'm not talking about ascribing them romance. I was pushed toward this under-developed idea upon reading about bird mating rituals, and our manner of speaking that presumes we were the ones to initiate such an action and they were the ones to mimic it.

This follows that mental perspective of assuming that "we" are better than "they" until proven otherwise.

They Say it Takes Shock

Posted: Thursday, May 28, 2009 by Sir Lancealot in
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They say it takes a shock, a startle, something painful to enact change. Is this really true? Can humans not be driven by logic to change their lifestyles? Particularly Americans, must we wait until we make the planet so sick that it shows the late-onset symptoms, raising sea levels 25 feet, drying rivers and hiking food prices for drought and pollution and riots? Wait, that’s already here. So what if we procure a glorious presentation to illustrate it through the best media to re-sensitize people enough that they buy less, recycle more, walk and bike and take transit, or work at home and trade at the market!? These idiots and blind consumers, apathetic pigs I’m not allowed to kill, are going to make the next few years tough, but gradually until *WHAM* forcefully they’re going to have regulations imposed on them, or some of us smart people will get under their skin, into their heads, and affect the change we wish to see. We will have to make changes to the way we get things, what we get here, what is the most easy to attain--This can take place by dissolving borders, slowly adding pressure via legislation

What about biological diversity? How do we illustrate its imperative struggle? [People are like sheep: tell them they’re walking into a trap, and they’ll be critical; show them another getting ensared in all the wolf’s glory and gore, they’ll run like hell with no second thought to you.]

I had two reactions on two separate nights of researching and developing my persuasive presentation on the need for swift, immediate, bold reform regarding destruction of our living home, Earth. First night, I remembered the thought, which I can’t believe I had neglected when it first formed on my brain, that humans are most resembling of cancer, of pathogenic organisms that infect and plague their host until it dies. This sickened me, drove a knot to my stomach, and instilled me with force to find an alternative, something that proved it wrong, some justification (while still maintaining logic & objectivity). But I couldn’t escape the solidarity and validity of the correlation. The most stressful aspect of that concept was that there was no cure, that it would be impossible to remedy a population of organisms that has pervaded its own history as being ultimately predictable and already predicted. Of having no sentient thought on the higher organizational level of society and culture, but simply being a vast diffuse beast. Primarily, I thought of American history, in which we trampled the natives, and slaughtered buffalo and other great species, in pursuit of “manifest destiny.” And of Rome, and its own example of the cycle of life as an empire which expanded quickly, grew too large, and collapsed in on itself. I thought of the Holocaust, and the social factors that had horrifyingly escaped a society and allowed it to be primal and horrify the rest of the world in how disturbingly natural we truly are.
I remembered also when the thought had occurred to me, and why I hadn’t had such an intense reaction and broad application already: Upon entering Wichita, KS, after an extended period of distance and of developing my education and self, and having studied biology, my eyes were opened and I DID feel disgust, and it was directed at what I would later be informed was urban sprawl; the way the city had these appendages that grew outward to consume small towns, everybody knew it was happening, I’d been overhearing conversations about “a couple more years and the city will probably reach all the way to Goddard.” The same patterns present everywhere you looked, a great, oblivious, greedy homogenous mass of cells of people, that had expanded instead of advancing and developing in the correct, positive, living sense; they had not replaced the faulty businesses internally, they had just left them empty because they wanted their very own to accompany the very own cheap houses of people living out farther from the city because gas is cheap and so is spacious privacy. Cancer.
At this point I didn’t think I would ever be able to look humanity in the face and speak as though there were nothing wrong. I was going to have to email Ms. Cole and implore her to allow me to switch to the satirical presentation on time travel, because this project had stirred up such grave emotion in me that I would never be able to tone it down enough for a class presentation. I really don’t want to become the beheaded messenger, a scapegoat criticized and scrutinized, because that would really ruin my potential for achieving any social ends in the future.
The second night I worked on this, I returned to another ghost of my independent research past, the biology in a bottle experiment from high school. I started to use this visualization in high school for portrayal of the impending ecological crisis as well, but I was paralyzed in development of how to present it because of short attention and lack of external motivation: neither peer assistance nor mentor facilitation to develop this urgent message. This image provoked the solution I sought, finally the reconciliation I needed to the first night’s revelation: that these bacteria, unconscious and not sentient as far as I could tell, with no signs of advanced structure development, one of our oldest evolutionary stages, had been demonstrated to explode in population followed by mass die-off, yes…. But it was the growth curve! They had also been able to reach a very low but stable population level just as another organism had entered their wasteland and transformed the material into useable material again, thus beginning the formation of a healthy, complex ecosystem. Oh no, hold on. When I worked it out in my head, the organisms first followed the growth curve where, upon achieving a peak, they were able to either achieve a stable level just below it or fall off the cliff and drastically fall in numbers.
So, there is really not much comfort in the growth curve. Simply, that our future is very tentative. The probability that we are setting the stage for complete extinction is low, since we’ve already caught ourselves. But we also are not highly likely to escape unscathed. Mostly, I’m thinking behind my great social concern, about my personal future, and I’d really like to determine the safest place in the world.
Following that thought process, I also hit a crossroads: do I continue my campaign for awareness, throwing myself at preserving the planet the way it is (futilely) where less noble souls will immediately think of self-preservation and not the greater social good, and whereas I’ll be caught up in my crusade, which, yes, will hopefully raise the survival rate, perhaps I don’t want even this; maybe I should just shut up and move to where all the other smart people will move, and keep quiet, allowing “natural selection” to take course over the close-minded, less motivated, or less capable. For survivors would include those with knowledge and physical ability, and the wealthy, with just the few who lived there before…. I’m sure you’ll understand that I am not so noble as to be able to say immediately that I would not leave the people… It is, you see,… they who have brought it upon themselves…. I have reconciled my own existence with nature, you see………

Yet another desperate preacher on green living; hopefully a little different spin on it.

Posted: by Sir Lancealot in
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I wrote this my senior year of high school, and came across it as I was cleaning my computer. Give it a chance... Might just use it for getting into thick skulls back home in the middies.
Go green. Think globally, act locally. “10 Simple things to do to be green!” We hear these ads like a fad. Buzz words, they are. But it’s gonna take more than some alliteration and catchy phrases to constitute real change. It takes a cultural change, a movement of the masses, so to speak. What does that include? Not abstract, fuzzy generalizations. It takes cold, hard, on the ground (in the ground, in the case of gardening) action. Legislative reform, and individual responsibility. For example, if you see litter out by your yard, do you just leave it? If you spill a cup of coffee, do you just watch it run and say “oh well, it was bound to happen”? Noo! You whip it up, pick it up, put up a fence, set a coaster and a lid and take recovery action followed by preventative action. Make sure it can’t keep happening. This is what we have to do.


I see this sequence of cause-and-effects that has built up to our culture of laziness and unquenchable thirst to be entertained and do as little work as possible. We were happy people, people in Europe are happy people, in local townships and villages and compact living, as far as I’ve heard. But when we moved out to the vast Western frontier, we found seemingly unending space. Huge tracts of land that had never been laid claim to were snapped up. We still have miles between towns in the Midwest, more empty space than we know what to do with. Urban sprawl was born with the car; we can build new homes on the edge of town where land is cheap and it is much quieter, then a new grocery store and fast food restaurants and a gas station pop up to serve us, and boom! You have suburban living, a microcosm appendage of the greater body. We don’t have to interact with people we don’t want to. We have several feet of aluminum and steel, and glass, and pavement between us. Flip ‘em off, what are they gonna do? Then began the internet boom. We could go online and focus purely on what we wanted, ignore the critics and write THEM off as the fools. Anonymity let us be as cruel as we wanted to complete strangers. But suddenly we feel empty, and we can’t understand why. Do you feel as isolated as I? Well, I did, I felt isolated, bored, apathetic and unaware. Ennui has creeped in, America--we are blissfully unaware, in this state, of global issues that are driven by our lifestyles.


Water crises, for example, because we pay for transporting water from municipal sources hundreds of miles away from ourselves because somehow it is no longer of this earth if it is in a clear bottle with a pretty label carried by a truck…. A magical transformation takes place--yeah, the plastic leaches mildly toxic chemicals into your water, so I guess it is a little more artificial (read: delicious) to the human palate.

Thinking out Time Travel

Posted: Wednesday, May 20, 2009 by Sir Lancealot in
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I'm developing an argument for my final project in communications, to argue that time travel is more likely than we think and as such we should do what we can to limit experiments to make it happen.  


One of my points is traveling through wormholes, which are rifts in space that you can go through on a far shorter path than if you were to go the normal route through space.  Kip Thorne argues in an interview with PBS' NOVA ( http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/transcripts/2612time.html )

"KIP THORNE: There are several different ways to turn a wormhole into a time machine if you are a clever and infinitely advanced civilization. By an infinitely advanced civilization I mean, somebody who can do anything their heart desires except they can't violate the fundamental laws.

NARRATOR: What they could do is take advantage of the twins paradox and send one mouth of a wormhole on a voyage into outer space. As the wormhole mouth approaches the speed of light, time slows down relative to the wormhole mouth that remains on earth.

At the end of its high speed voyage, the traveling wormhole mouth returns to earth where it can be picked up by its owner. Just like the twins paradox, less time has passed for this mouth of the wormhole than for the other end that stayed behind on earth. The wormhole is now a tunnel with each mouth located in a different time."


Yet in the twins paradox, time has only progressed differently in the perception of the individual.  They still end at the same point in time, next to each other.  If you have traveled through time, the experience of growing as an individual changes, yes, but when you come to an unperishable object, a pattern of movement--the wormhole--and send it through the same process, it will have experienced the same rippling and process of time, but it still ends in the same point in time and space.  

I posit that the wormhole would be immune to differences in time.  It sends you to an exact complementary portal at the other end a specific amount of time later.  Because if you go on that adventure, then return home and observe both ends simultaneously, as someone goes through it they will just come out the other end as usual!  Right?

But let's go with Kip's theory.  If you send a wormhole out to space and it ages slower through time, and returns to its original position attached to a more aged portal right next to it, shouldn't it still send you to the portal right next to you in the same amount of time?!  I severely want to believe his theory, I mean heck its the foundation of my thesis! But it just doesn't follow logically for me.  Any thoughts to help reconcile?

Perhaps it is next to the same exit portal, yet when you go through it, it is not attached to this version but instead a younger version back in time?  Would that change the "twin paradox" implications?


Tuck it up story game

Posted: Tuesday, May 19, 2009 by Sir Lancealot in
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Just wanted to throw down a couple scandals.... The first one I made up to try out Tucker Max's writing style, and the second one is bona fide real deal.  I even tried to keep exaggeration down, too.


So...
 Amanda was in my English class.  Blonde, okay looking--plenty that I knew i wouldn't think twice about taking every single liberty granted in the Bill o' Rights and the Kama Sutra, plus a few that weren't, if we were ever at a party together and happened to be standing next to each other (and I was conscious enough to notice/do something about it).  Then again, that's kinda true of pretty much any girl.  She also had that kinda voice that somehow managed to sound like she was both 12 and 20 at the same time.  The kinda voice that'd make you wish you were her daddy wishin' you weren't her daddy.  You get it.  Other than her voice and semi-innocence she wasn't much interest to me for the duration of the semester.  
Except there's another thing I didn't mention.  She was a spitting-fucking-image of my roommates girlfriend.  Not like long-lost twin status, but just like your neck would fall off from doing a double-take about it, and then it'd be fucking awkward for you the whole damn time cuz she thinks she caught you checking her out hard.  So she flirts and you can't do anything but be uncomfortable cuz no amount of coldness short of a hard diss would get her to stop.  I didn't have a thing for his girlfriend, either, but I always get strong urges to take other guys' girls--but I've learned to draw that line.  
This was just a funny little prank that put itself together in my ahead.  And what other luck would I get than that great prankster Gawd all-high, putting us at a party together before the semester was out.  There were plenty more colorful fish around, so I wasn't even there in my head.  We had our distance most of the night, though partly because she was in the crowd standing around as I was shouting to some guys about how I'd met the one's sister and she was so nasty in bed I had to stop, take the dog out the room and give her earplugs so she wouldn't shit herself--ya know, bullshit stories like that.
Well you know what happens next, shit cooled down, I talked to a group while she just stood there looking delicious to me.  Eventually we head back to campus, and I make sure she's all hot and bothered before I hit it--I want her to be as animated as possible.  I have one goal this evening: even bigger than getting some.  It was solely so I could be fucking this girl when my roommate walked in and freaked the fuck out.  How do you expect me to pass up an opportunity like that!?  And it worked out perfectly.  He's been playing fucking cartoon video games with his dork-as-shit friends all night.  None of their dreams of the ultimate life goes beyond their parent's basement...  He deserved to be mocked.  This   I don't like to brag--I'm also not a liar--but I wanna make it clear that it's no easy feat getting hard when you are suppressing a laugh and expecting another dude to walk in any minute!