A Forced Synchronicity Rounds the Earth

That was strange. I just got out of bed and soon after started to look at the internets on my desktop PC, when I realized that somehow the time on my computer’s clock had gotten an hour ahead. Well, I realized there was a discrepancy between that time and the one shown by the alarm clock near my bed, anyway. I didn’t know which was the right one, so I decided to check Time.gov just for the heck of it. (Then shortly afterward synchronized Windows’s clock over NTP.)

Funnily enough, only yesterday I watched the Deleted InfoWars Interview with Eddie Bravo about “The Flat Earth Conspiracy,” and, more recently in general, I had been variously skimming resources concerning arguments either in favor or in opposition to this whole idea which seems to have cropped up in increasing degrees over the past year or two. I had the video Eddie mentions, “The History of Flat Earth,” by Eric Dubay, queued to watch this morning. I have yet to do that. Time.gov got in the way momentarily.

Because what I saw, plainly displayed on that simple page in a crappy, low-resolution JPEG, on a website that looks like it was designed in Microsoft Frontpage in 1997, more clearly and concisely demonstrated that the Earth had to be round, than any of the myriad other arguments I’d mulled over in my never-ending consumption of this silly conspiracy insanity.

Light cones. One thing about this ordeal has always been clear to me: Personally, I’m a lot like a lawyer. I can find a way to rationalize anything if I really want to, and the guys making videos about “flat Earth” are no different. They always seem to have come up with an answer for 99 out of the 100 most common things you’d think to throw at them in this sort of debate. But those two simple words seemed to be enough. Light cones.

Motivation for Governments to Spend Twelve-Trillion Dollars on a Stupid Science Thing

If we are actually living in a computer simulation, like some think, then in or around 2012–or whenever the LHC first really went “live” smashing particles together–there could have been any number of effects like the common “time shift” some people in these sorts of circles talk about. I’m not up to speed on the latest conspiracy-theory-speak. But more importantly, if our Universe, or reality, or whatever, is like some sort of computer, then you could imagine these high energies causing something roughly analogous to a buffer overflow. It might be insubstantial. It might only overwrite some mostly meaningless bits of data in the program. Or perhaps the program is very robust and self-correcting in case of errors. It has been going “on” for a long time, after all. (Whatever that means.) Perhaps the 13.7 billion years or so beyond which we can’t look any further is simply the point in time when the program was instantiated. This would also seemingly imply that time is likely supranatural.

More important still, if the thinking elites–like Elon Musk and the people he mentions in all of those pop science articles–had been aware of this possibility all along, then they may have designed the machine with the intention of altering reality to their own ends. After all, these people created it largely with the intention of discovering the “God particle.” (That was somewhat tongue-in-cheek; I realize that’s not actually where the term comes from.)

But most probably, if this were in any way true, they would be grasping at straws, messing with something far beyond what they could comprehend, and causing all sorts of minor alterations to the timeline. Or something. This idea in general is probably not extremely original, but I hadn’t heard of it talked in this exact way.

Side note: Thirty minutes before thinking this up, I was lying in bed, having just awakened, and, for a brief moment, I glimpsed a little white dove right in front of my face. Its beak seemed to be pecking on the area roughly where my third eye would supposedly be. Like maybe it had been embedding something in my pineal gland. Lawl. It immediately began backing away from me–slowly at first, then at ever increasing speed, near instantaneously reaching something like light speed. And then vanished into the light. Sleep paralysis I’m sure. Or alien birds.

Article About Personal Hygiene and How it Relates to Depression

I had wondered for the longest time about how people kept their teeth in ancient or medieval times and such. Or cave-man times. And this will sound kind of gross to some, but I came across some Reddit thread about OKCupid, referencing how people were baffled that some didn’t brush more than twice daily.
Anyway.. I can easily imagine now, because I suddenly thought of it earlier when I woke up and actually either noticed–or more likely noticed and cared that my mouth was gross, because I am no longer in any way depressed, or at least 99.99% less so–that the biodiversity of the mouth’s uh, ecosystem, has entirely changed over time. Of course. It made sense. Their diets were likely extremely different. Not to make this a debate about the silly word “unnatural.” (What is unnatural?! How is that a possibility at all to exist?) Or GMOs or anything of that nature (pun un-intended.) I have my own opinions about that. And for posterity’s sake–to be clear–I do in fact hold a lot of conspiracy-theory-esque “beliefs,” that are actually not so much beliefs as logically demonstrable cases based upon fact and research I have accrued over time after actually looking in to so-called conspiracy theories. The origin and historicity of this term itself, conspiracy theories, is an entire can of worms for debate fodder about the nature of conspiracies and those who hold them, and how they are popularly received or accounted for in journalism, etc, but also admittedly sometimes heavily weighed by my natural intuition, which for other logically-argued positions outside the scope of the article herein I take as axioms that allow me to trust my intuition with what I perceive to be an accurate degree of rationality.
Those people preexisting modern civilization and sanitary practices, etc, etc, must have maintained diets consisting of “natural” and “organic” chemical compounds derived from unprocessed meats, fruits, vegetables, and grains. And they did so without consuming syrupy sodas which contained various preservatives and hydrogenated or processed food and vegetable oils, or whatever. (I am not a food chemist, nutritionist, biologist, or anything of this nature, obviously, so feel free to call me out for when I am talking out of my ass–this can easily happen when I speak on something outside of my expertise, but I am trying to be as thorough as I am able, afforded by my experience.) They may have ingested Ayahuasca teas or herbal teas and infusions. Perhaps natural essential oils, alcohols, or other fermented beverages, wine, and spirits, and things of that nature. But, as mentioned, the important detail is the changing evolution of the biodiversity of the mouth ecosystem. And, of course, this necessarily coincides with a call for differing practices over time. A natural learning curve. This is a theme I am noticing very consistently in almost every perceivable aspect of life that can be seen as constituting a problem to be dealt with, and the reasons thereof for said problems, evolving with the change of the world around it. That we must all maintain to be prudent in keeping our health and physicality.
And, of course, we will be “newbies,” even those of us who do go into dental hygiene, or are even at the prime of research on topics such as these, when we first begin making experiments with new ways to use technology and adapt to our own environment, to be more either more efficient or more complacent (whichever,) such that we maintain the kind of society and culture we wish to uphold and grow. So it was no wonder I had such a hard time understanding the concept! I had had a hard time learning a lot of new concepts, and the reason for this was mostly because I had had to spend years UNLEARNING old ones that were either present because of the natural entropy and decay of any kind of physical system, or because of power systems instituted for the entire purpose of keeping the average, lowest common denominator, from discovering and understanding these new concepts available to us, that were then taught to us in the institutions that had been created to this end.
I had been depressed. For some time going! And I had finally truly gotten over it in the biggest way. It was a long, hard battle. And it was a battle to learn a lot of things. Not because I was slow, or because I was, well, dumb, but because of the deck of cards stacked against me, whatever your beliefs about Tabula Rasa or genetic diversity and intellect and social ability, and conspiracy theories about societies and government and structures of power, and so on and so on. And so on.
But now that I’m not.. the solutions to my problem are simply clear. It was only ever a matter of doing the wrong thing, over and over, because I didn’t know any better, and the solution to the problem had been staring me in the face the entire time.

In The Flesh?: The Loss of Innocence and the Gaining of Concepts

(7:09:42 PM) daryl: so
(7:09:49 PM) daryl: what I’ve been thinking about lately a lot is
(7:09:59 PM) daryl: the lyrics to in the flesh?/in the flesh (mostly the former rather than the latter)
(7:10:16 PM) daryl: and the general concept of what it means to me
(7:10:37 PM) daryl: in my own terms from my own experience using those lyrics as a framework to think about the more abstract idea itself
(7:10:45 PM) daryl: which i guess i would summarize as something like
(7:11:20 PM) daryl: i think that innocence is the fundamental state of consciousness, where no concept exists or has been formed in the mind through its progression of experience
(7:11:33 PM) daryl: and that is the closest we can get to understanding the true nature of reality
(7:11:39 PM) daryl: and we possess that state by default
(7:11:47 PM) daryl: at the moment we are born or conceived or whatever
(7:12:05 PM) daryl: the moment of first consciousness as expressed physically, whereever or whatever that may be
(7:12:11 PM) daryl: and i think that as we grow and age
(7:12:42 PM) daryl: we absorb and create concepts that define and create out reality all the time and we get further from that purity of true understanding
(7:12:47 PM) daryl: by diluting it with abstractions
(7:12:54 PM) daryl: or something like that, i don’t know
(7:13:10 PM) daryl: but it’s always comforting and interesting to find my way back to what i remember thinking when i was 3-5
(7:13:15 PM) daryl: before i really thought anything of consequence
(7:13:30 PM) daryl: and i’m glad i still remember those moments of thinking, and that i had them, whether other people share that kind of similar experience or not
(7:13:36 PM) daryl: but my guess is they probably do
(7:13:54 PM) daryl: and simply forget them because they’re inconvenient or hard to deal with and replace them subsequently with all of the abstractions
(7:13:55 PM) daryl: of love
(7:13:56 PM) daryl: err
(7:13:57 PM) daryl: life
(7:14:04 PM) daryl: that become our reality over time

 

The lyrics, of course, to the referenced song entitled “In The Flesh?,” are copyright by Roger Waters, formerly of Pink Floyd, and published by Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

Edit: Updated link to reflect correct lyrics; specifically I am referring to the song literally entitled “In The Flesh?,” with question mark, which is song one on Side one of the original Pink Floyd album The Wall. There is a second song on the fourth side of the record echoing the theme presented therein from the first, which has similar elements but a different focus.

 

The Fake Equation

A few days ago, I was inside of a Wal-Mart (imagine that), and there was a girl who caught my eye. I’m a lonely person, but that’s mostly by choice: I don’t like people. Still, though, I am a hapless romantic at heart. One of my new favorite films is Buffalo ’66. I also liked Garden State [if you are going to flame me, please use my GMail address instead!!!!].

At the same time, I’m a pretty confident person, at least when it comes to girls, because I don’t give a shit really, if nothing else. Normally, then, I don’t go obsessing over some chick I barely know anything about. In fact, I don’t think that’s necessarily what I’m doing now. What I’m doing now is just reflection. I am, on the other hand, a somewhat socially anxious person, in that I almost always go home and consider every line I’ve uttered that day, in detail (the difference being I always see my conversations with the female sex in a positive light, for whatever reason, as opposed to the horrible torture that is me mulling over my attempts to have an actual friend [because everyone knows you can’t be “just friends” with a girl]).

But I see these as missed opportunities. It isn’t focused on an individual. In fact, it’s shifted since that day to yet another lady I didn’t meet. Many, many girls out there accidentally glance my way, smile, and then shyly turn away, and many of them flirt with me, on the rare days that I actually see the light of day, and manage to remind myself what a female looks like with her clothes on. However, one of the reasons I don’t like people is because I know very few people who I think of as not being stupid. Since females happen to be a subset of people, depending upon your beliefs, that means females are pretty stupid, too; I’m much more interested in having a partner that might not quite fit in with the rest of the bunch, and the last two candidates I’ve spoken of to this point, in my mind, seemed to be somewhat interesting to me–and how many more interesting ladies am I really going to meet, given the likelihood of most of the girls I encounter being stupid (and to disregard, here, the fact that I’m too lazy to go out so as to increase the chance I’ll find more who aren’t)?

I see it, then, as just another day wasted, in what’s going to amount to my pathetically short and boring life. If you’re stupid: I’ve seen the goal posts, but I didn’t go in…
So in the interest of feeding my appetite of romanticism for the day, I’ve decided to take action. I don’t intend on doing something as extreme as what this guy did, but I do intend on doing some serious math. And math is serious.

To be honest, I don’t know the first thing about mathematics, but I do know how to be a passionate, devoted, hard-working individual, and, if you don’t like it, you can go to hell. I’ve managed to come up with an equation to calculate my chances of meeting this chick once again:

Cm = Pt / Nw * Pr * Pg * Pf * Pd * Ht * (Ss/St) * Pva

Pt: Number of total people in my city of residence
Nw: Number of Wal-Marts
Pr: Percentage of population in permanent residence (alternatively percent chance of the girl being a resident)
Pg: Percentage of 15-25 female demographic
Pf: Percentage of young females who have families they go shopping with
Pd: Percentage of people who visit Wal-Mart daily
Ht: Average number of hours these people spend in a Wal-Mart each day (some go more than once)
St: Size of Wal-Mart, total, in square feet
Ss: Size of the spot where the chick was found sitting
Pva: Number of days (out of any arbitrary time frame) I will visit Wal-Mart for the average amount of time

Cm: chance of meeting chick (alternatively Cogl, with a term that describes in joules my ability to charm females, which is like 200 trillion)

Here are the numbers I have plugged in to the equation:

Cm = 100,000 / 2 * .98 * .30 * 1.00 * .75 * .08 * (5.0 / 300,000) * 1.00
= 0.0147
= 1.47%

If you disagree, you’re stupid, and you probably don’t believe in aliens either.