Naturally I just have to poke the shit out of that sleeping bear. That is why I display the Office Commando.
The Office Commando makes everybody profoundly uncomfortable. It's a little plastic bobble head statue. It depicts a man naked from the waist up save for an ammunition bandoleer, a headband, and a big-ass gun. He is standing on a plastic chair and peering over a plastic cubicle. His face is frozen in a rictus of hatred, his tubby belly barely obscuring the charts and graphs peppering the walls of his private hell.
Visually he is quite entertaining, but that isn't what makes him my pride and joy. It's the sound effects that really sell it. There's a control stick attached to him that, when pushed, will cause him to swivel in his chair as the sound of gunfire plays from his tinny speakers. He will shout various things like "Deadlines! DEADLINES!", "Here's a PERFORMANCE REVIEW FOR YOU!" and my favorite: a simple, inarticulate scream of rage.
People are fascinated by Office Commando. It reflects what they're all thinking, yet can never say. Some days they really would like to come in here and bust a cap or twenty. Here is my proof- I also have a giant red button from Staples that sits next to Office Commando. When it is pushed, it says "That was easy." Take a wild guess which of these gets messed with a dozen times a day. Go on, I'll wait.
We are violent and savage creatures at heart. That is the lesson of Office Commando. He does not dissemble, he does not hem and haw. He says "This is what you are thinking about. Yes, you, in the suit at the cubicle. You file that travel expense report, you call those meetings and sit in them and while away the years before your death. I know what you really want. You want to fuck your coworker and eat your boss's heart. You want to steal every last pen from the supply cabinet and bathe in the blood of Marketing."
You can watch them give in as they listen to him curse and fire his gun. Just for a second, there is something like primal joy in their eyes. I like to think that the recognition of our own natures is what keeps us sane, in the long run. Bless you then, Office Commando, for you are truly the sanest of us all.
When I first created this journal, I had this to say: "The act of reading is essentially the act of love writ small, a sort of falling all over again with the turn of every page, heartbreak occuring only when the story ends. The beauty of a journal like this one is that in many ways, it never does."
Well here's to renewing that relationship with you, readers! Or maybe just flipping over the corpse for a couple more minutes of squishing noises. Time will tell!
So, here's me trying to think of something to write, but I'm not doing such a good job. I've been alternating between staring blankly at the screen, perusing the interwebs and staring at James until he says "Hrmm?" *eyebrow raise* to which I reply "nothing" and pretend to type furiously for a few seconds. So far I've done that 3 times.
James and I sometimes disagree on the veracity of the information found on postsecret, but we nearly always agree when it comes to junk food - that pizza icecream is the best and should be consumed in copious amounts on special occasions, like Tuesdays, and the 3rd Wednesday of every of month of every 3rd leap year commencing at 1988. You know, simple things like that.
(I've done the staring thing four times now, man I love this game!)
So I just looked on James' screen and saw "Choose your own dress". I could leave it at that and let you think he's a cross dresser, or maybe a tranny, but I won't. It was actually an Achewood comic, but perhaps it would be more interesting and comment generating if you did think he was a cross dresser, so pretend like I didn't explain that and you didn't look at the link, mkay?
I think James may have some invisible friends that he never got over as a child. Of course, that is a completely unwarranted and unprovable statement, but I'd like to post it for all of his friends to ponder anyway. So has anyone else ever seen any signs of this? Here's my example that I may or may not have just made up on the spot:
It's a Tuesday. You're lounging after a hard days work in the garden, you've been fighting weeds, wreaking havoc on invasive vines that threaten to take over, watering, transplanting tender corn shoots and just caring for your summer food supply in general when all of a sudden you hear from around the side of the house "But no, I don't want to go there, I'd rather play here." Curiosity building, you walk to the side of the house, enough to see James, standing in the side yard gesturing, but that's about it. "Play? Do my ears deceive me? Surely this is just me not drinking enough water." Your curiosity piques and you continue to observe the scene in which you see James, seemingly talking to himself, and arguing about the merits of playing in the sideyard because it has more grass, even if it is in partial shade, versus the front, in full sun, but with less grass. It seems as though he wins, because he then smiles, says "I thought you'd see it my way chum" and then commences the weirdest game of tag you've ever seen. Sometimes he appears to be chasing, other times, being chased, and occasionally arguing over whether or not he was actually tagged. After about 15 min of tag and 3 arguments later, James comes around back. You ask him what all the commotion in the side yard was to which he replies "Commotion? What commotion?" and acts as if nothing happened.
To me this seems like a classic case of hiding an imaginary friends, or it could be me hallucinating from a lack of water, but I doubt that, anyone care to weigh in?
So I think everyone pretty much agrees on what the coolest magical creature is, but just for fun, lets have a poll:
a.) Unicorn
b.) Leopluridon
c.) Griffin
d.) Your Mom
I think I'm going to go with D, it's very similar to B, or maybe just the speech patterns, I'm not really sure, but yeah, D.
Okay I think that's all for now. Peace~Love~Bare feet
Julie
- Location:Red Couch
- Mood:
energetic
I GOT A JOB.
Woo! I'm not talking another minimum wage fest either- I gave up on even mentioning those anymore. At last count I had worked 11 of them over the last 6 years. No, I have an actual professional earned-with-a-degree job. But it's not in Oregon. It's in Atchison. It's in my home town and it's four frikkin blocks from my house. This may not seem funny to you, but I thought I had exhausted every possible outlet in or around Kansas City. I was at a point where I was looking at the coasts. And then this turns up.
Anyway, let me back up. There's a company in town called Atchison Products. They are basically a bag manufacturing and screen printing operation- they make the fancy shirts and gift bags and mugs and whatnot. Last year they were purchased by Bic, which was looking to expand out from just making pens. Bic proceeded to fire half of their staff and sextuple their production. This was all well and good but they suddenly found themselves expanding like mad, adding new operations and positions. They had one guy, a project manager, who knew something about IT and suddenly he became the professional tech support for the whole hundred person business.
This is about where I come in. I quit my job at the gas station last month, and on a whim I decided to go to this place and apply, maybe get a job in the factory area to keep bills down. I gave them my resume and all of that, and a couple of days later I got an email from the CEO. It just so happened that I knew the guy. We were in the gifted progam together in fifth grade. But he remembered me, and was happy to set up an interview for this position that they had just decided they needed the week before. A couple of interviews and tests later, and they offered me the new job.
So I am a Systems Analyst/Project Manager now. I'll be building this company's tech infrastructure from the ground up, writing software for them, integrating them with the Bic offices in Florida, doing general tech support for the old lady secretaries. It's a bona fide IT job, the kind I had given up hope of ever actually getting. It's going to be a hell of a lot of work, and I'm really excited. Bragging about pay is kind of tacky, but I don't think it's bragging to say that it is far, far more than I ever thought you could get in a town like Atchison. Far more than any of my parents are making, actually.
I will get the Oregon pictures up on facebook and on here some time in the next day. Right now I need to go dance, or something.
There was some controversy recently over my post about quantum waveforms and the idea of free agency. A number of people have asked me now what it is that I actually believe- am I still a brainless heathen, worshipping a false goddess? I say thee nay, for I have found the one true religion and I am ready to speak out about it.
Friends, I am an Otakukin. We believe that there are many worlds, so many in fact that every type of fiction and fantasy truly exists somewhere out there in the aether. We also believe in reincarnation. See where I'm going with this? That's right, I believe that everyone on this earth is secretly a reincarnated anime stereotype.
I am totally either Ein from Cowboy Bebop or Hiro from one of the gay Gundam Wing fanfics. Not the show, the gay fanfic. Because those exist somewhere too, right? Gay Hiro is the best Hiro.
Anyway I'm glad we had this talk. I hope you look deep within yourselves and find your own souls. I hope that, like mine, they are the reincarnation of a gay fanfiction version of a character from a japanese children's show. Or a dog. Either one works.
P.S. Here are some anime-inspired characters knocking the hell out of each other, for you true believers.
P.P.S. Here is a walrus dancing to smooth criminal, for those of you still unsure about the True Faith.
Did you know that there is a website that is like wikipedia, but for conservatives? I did not, but this morning I was enlightened. It is called www.conservapedia.com and it is full of horse shit. You see, wikipedia is the encyclopedia that anyone can edit, as long as they back their claims and keep things factual. Naturally this is completely liberally biased and there is a pressing need for yet another internet echo chamber. Conservapedia: it's the encyclopedia anyone can edit! (perceived liberal comments will be removed, and your account will be banned) You know what? Let's just split off the internet into two separate branches- those who promote open source, egalitarian projects, and those who shit all over those projects because they do not prop up certain sacred cows. Actually let's make a third internet for people who visit 4chan. I've had it with them too.
What are the top articles being viewed on conservapedia?
Let's play a fun game. Read one of the pages above. Every time you find a misconstrued quote, blatant editorializing, flat out lie, unsupported accusation or thinly veiled hate, take a shot.
I am not responsible for your death by alcohol poisoning.
P.P.S. HAPPY EASTER!
Now I'm not going to tell you about my experiences with the Hare Krishnas, or as a pagan, or my recent inquest into the Mormon church (though if you wish to know more, they can have a missionary at your door in- DING DONG oh my! Right now!). These things are subjective and personal and frankly who likes reading a bunch of scripture if you don't understand the message behind it? So I will talk instead about a concept that is fundamental to all religion: free agency. And I will support this talk with something you all love to read about: vague math concepts.
You! Yes, you, sitting there reading this right now. Did you know that you are made of molecules? Even your brain. Scary, I know! But it is true. Furthermore, these molecules are governed by laws and universal constants which we can use to predict their behavior with a high degree of accuracy- 100% accuracy in point of fact. This is the reason your body even functions- because DNA is a series of chemicals which react in a certain way when exposed to other chemicals, every single time. Thus a cell in your foot runs just the same as a cell in your nose, or a cell in some other guy's nose, provided he does not have mutant nose powers. Everything about the human body is 100% predictable from a fundamental level on up to chemical reactions, hormones, Wayans brothers movies, and so on.
This leads to any number of disturbing questions. Every aspect of your body is predicted with perfect certainty by these laws. There is no randomness, no chaos- it is one orderly machine. Why then do you decide some mornings to brush your teeth, and others to rob a bank and speed the weekend in Tahiti? Is this behavior entirely predictable, if we develop a complex enough model? Is free will an illusion that we impose on ourselves to keep from losing our fragile minds? Is the sky actually falling or are we just rocketing towards it on awesome rocket boots? If free will does not exist, then how can the invisible sky-dwelling superhero of your choice possibly impose judgement upon you for what was essentially a forgone conclusion? (Answer: he is a bastard).
Well, there have been ninety nine million answers to this problem at one point or another, starting from long before the science was in place. Some, like the Calvinists, believed that predestination was absolutely real and that God knew with certainty who was going to "The hot place." This is why Calvinists do not get invited to a lot of parties. Others such as Nietzsche stated "God is dead" and went on to invent postmodernism and some of the most insipid art ever created. Most of these either rejected the certainty of the material universe, or the concept of choice- it was an either/or situation. Here is the crackpot theory that I personally buy into.
I have talked to you some about quantum theory. The most important experiment, and the one I will be basing my argument on, is probably the simplest- the double slit experiment. I quote (and bold) the relevant part here:
When two slits are open, probability wave fronts[1] emerge simultaneously from each slit and radiate in concentric circles. When the detector screen is reached, the sum of the two probability wave fronts at each point determines the probability that a photon will be observed at that point. The end result when many photons are directed at the screen is a series of bands. The interference of probability wave fronts is shown in the graph below.
When two slits are open but something is added to the experiment to allow a determination that a photon has passed through one or the other slit, then the interference pattern disappears and the experimental apparatus yields two simple patterns, one from each slit. (See below.)
The most baffling part of this experiment comes when only one photon at a time is fired at the barrier with both slits open. The pattern of interference remains the same as can be seen if many photons are emitted one at a time and recorded on the same sheet of photographic film. The clear implication is that something with a wavelike nature passes simultaneously through both slits and interferes with itself — even though there is only one photon present. (The experiment works with electrons, atoms, and even some molecules too.)
The final part is critical. The photon actually exists in every possible position simultaneously. You are probably saying at this point "Okay, Bill Nye, how does this in any way relate to free will?" I'm getting to that, nervous Nelly, hold your horses. The human brain is not unlike a photon- particularly the Republican brain. I kid, I kid! You see, a photon is both a wave and a particle. This gives it certain properties, such as the one we see above. A wave is a disturbance which propagates through space and time. A particle is a packet of matter. Big whoop, right? Except wait.
The human brain exhibits both of these properties. It is composed of particles (dur) and it has effects which propagate through time and space.
Now we're getting somewhere! Let's go back to the quantum slit experiment for a moment. As was stated, when one specifically observes the photon's path, it loses the special property that allows it to pass through all slits simultaneously. The waveform is said to have collapsed and the observer is directly responsible, and will probably be fined. There are two interpretations of this event- in one, the probabilities simply do not resolve themselves until observed, at which point they collapse into coherence. This provides probabilistic results- i.e. 70% of the time the photon will go one way, 30% the other. It is known as the Copenhagen Interpretation. The other is called the Many Worlds Interpretation, and it holds that each time a waveform collapse occurs, an entire universe branches off for each possible outcome. This is all good and well but largely irrelevant.
The point that I am trying to make is, the act of observing has a mathematically expressable impact on particle physics. If you put a rock next to this experiment, the rock would not affect it. Not even a really really smart rock! If you put photographic film down the film will record all the paths the particle may have taken. It is not until you actively observe (and by this I mean set it up so that you will see which path the particle takes) that anything changes. The waveform does not collapse without someone present to collapse it. This isn't religion- it's bad science. Ha! Okay no, it's a really simplified explanation. But it's accurate.
So. We know that the human brain is an unstable wave/packet on a quantum level. We also know from this experiment that the act of human observation is necessary to resolve just such a waveform into a real-world outcome. See where I'm going yet? Every time we observe one of these events we collapse it. When it's the reaction in our own brain (i.e. a "choice") we collapse it every time we make one. My explanation for free agency is this- our consciousness, the ability we have to make choices with free will, is the direct result of our observations collapsing our own mental waveform into one action or another, over and over and over again in an infinite cycle. This is why sociology works- it is a probabilistic model of human behavior. This is why you can't predict with perfect accuracy the behavior of an individual, either. This is how a universe of hard and fast laws can contain individuals capable of consciously choosing to affect it in one way or another, exempt from its influence. Some of us may even gain mutant nose powers. I make no promises.
Or, as the man himself would say:
Heh. No, not there yet.
I don't feel like dancing.
You'd think that I could muster up a little soft shoe, gentle sway
but I don't feel like dancing,
no sir no dancing today
Nope, still not feeling it. It's time to drop the bomb.
AHAHAHA
theeeere we go. Much better.
Gary Gygax, the mind behind Dungeons and Dragons, has failed his last saving throw.
We've all enjoyed at least a few hours thanks to this man. Hopefully his resurrection results in little to no constitution loss.
(Seriously, what a great guy. He will be missed.)
So in an effort to keep things lively, Julie and I cooked up another one. This is a joint effort- the writing is more authentic but the situation is more outlandish. Updates on the "Suitors" will soon follow, I'm sure.
http://saltlakecity.craigslist.org/w4m/5
Southern Girl Seeks Gentlemen Callers
I remember church on Sundays, when I was a little girl in my yellow sun dress. I'd sit there on the front row watching my daddy bang away on the pulpit, telling all us sinners how we were going to hell. Afterwards we'd go to Waffle House.
What I'm saying is, I really want a man who can pound me like the fist of an angry God.
So pretty much I'm the original party girl, one time I woke up in a tub full of Captain Morgans with a still-lit Virginia Slim in my hand and that afternoon Daddy had to fire the groundskeeper. What a fun Tuesday that turned out to be. I'm a natural red head (yes boys, curtains match the drapes *wink*) and I don't think anything beats turning down the lights, turning on some soft tunes and having a long, slow, satisfying, conversation after dark, I am from the south after all.
I'd love a man with an iron fist to take charge and make me feel like a real woman, maybe order my days for me or choose me some new friends. I need a tall strong fellow who can keep me in line and in the kitchen, where women belong. I like a man who knows how to scare the hell out of a crowd from up on stage but still manage to rake in the cash with every basket pass. I want a guy with a big smile- my dad used to have the best grin when he was casting out devils at our tent revivals.
Anybody out there who can satisfy a little preacher's daughter with a big heart?
Edit: Flagged for removal. Huh. The last one didn't get bumped, and I thought this one was certainly more realistic. Well, I'll mess with it tomorrow.
Okay, this is the last Craigslist roundup from this wave of ads. I will come up with some new ones to post tomorrow. Seriously I am absolutely appalled by my gender at the moment. Still no responses to my own ad, by the way.
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Lovely satire... fancy a shag?
Just kidding, about the shag part. Sort of. Maybe.
Honestly, one of the funniest posts I've seen on CL in a long time. Kudos.
-Stetson
It's too bad he was kidding- I could use some new carpet. I will accept his candy bar, though.
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So I know your looking for a multi-millionaire... I'm not him yet but I am a literally a multi-thousandaire :) I'm 6'1" 200 pounds and athletic. I always have a good time. Anyways, I've never responded to an ad but hell here I am. Send a pic and message when you get a minute.
Ciao, Jake
Literally? Because a metaphorical or figurative thousandaire would simply not do. Since he always has a good time he should have no trouble at dinner. By himself. Crying into his box of tissues and his Jergens hand lotion.
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Ever seen a crisp 50- lets meet for fun times
Ever seen a crisp restraining order? Seriously... are fifties that rare? Perhaps you've heard of my friend... Alexander Hamilton?
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very interested in you sexy, horny, smart post.
I am twenty-seven, Blonde hair, Blue eyes, 6' tall, and 185 lbs.
I live in provo, independent buisness owner. I have my own place built last year, I am looking for an oppertunity to relax and enjoy the conversation and passion of a sexy women? Looking for a lady willing to express her fantasies totaly uninhibitated.
I have pic if interested, do you?
Let me know if you interested.
Look forward to hearing from you soon.
I do not think this is the "Oppertunity" you're looking for, Yosemite. You're going to have to find someone more uninhibitated, or gain a better understanding of the english language. Unless your "Buisness" is some form of law enforcement, I have a feeling you'll be arrested for crimes against humanity soon. This letter will be all the evidence they need.
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I really like your add and am pretty sure I can check yes about me in every thing you ask for in from a man. I am 5'9", blond hair, blue eyes and am working at the hospital right now. email me back about how we can get together, soon I hope
Wow. Not many men can check "Yes" to a doctorate in nuclear physics. Even fewer of them work in hospitals. Quite a few seem to be dropouts from the school of critical reading. Die in a fire, soon I hope.
Julie's ad continues to rake in the crazies (hornies?) from all over Utah. My own is still sitting at a flat zero responses. Here are the latest gems. My comments are in bold, as usual.
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Hey there!
I live in Minnesota but am coming to Provo April 1st for 2 weeks. I'd like someone to show me around a bit and possibly grab a drink... Do you know someone who could do that?
D
Step inside my white unmarked van! Don't worry about the windows being blacked out.
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everything and more worth your time
Brief, abrupt, intriguing, with a clear understanding of the dangers of punctuation. I'm curious about what more than everything encompasses- an extra head? It's worth the time, anyway.
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I love you already... And what would happen if I flashed a couple of $100s?
In Utah, Mormon capital of the world? Mugging. Definitely mugging. It's nice to see a man ready to commit, though. I often fall in love at first want-ad.
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You sound very interesting.. I hope you are real and not just selling a website with photos. I am a wellhung man who know how to please a lady. I give a great massage. Let me know if you are real.
Jay
I think I met a man from wellhung once. You can tell them by the swarthy skin. I wonder if he would give a massage anyway if we turned out to be imaginary? He know how to please a lady- perhaps even a figurative one.
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Interesting post,
says the Mormon boy
32 170
(Random face shot attached)
Boring email, says the cynic. 17 163!
As of the time of this writing, I have received 0 responses. She has received nearly a dozen. Here are some of the winners. My comments are in bold.
Women, let this be a lesson to you. Show a little humor and talk yourself up, but most of all- name your price! Apparently if men find you affordable they will throw themselves at you like heroic Iraq war vets on a live IED. If some lives and limbs are lost in the process- well, that is the price we must pay for love.
So I tried my hand at writing some Craigslist ads today. I think I've got a knack for it.
Loaded Lothario Seeks Vivacious Vixen
Hello, ladies. I am a former international diplomat and man of mystery now living off of a ten million dollar inheritance in a state of absolute decadence. In my spare time I start wildfires, and then put them out. I also tame lions, right wrongs, and cure rare diseases. I hold 15 degrees, but don't worry- 8 are honorary. Those ivy leagues are just giving them away!
Needless to say my life of constant success and luxury is quite dull and while I am capable of satisfying any woman on earth WITH THE POWER OF MY MIND I do wish from time to time for an actual companion.
My tastes are very refined. I date only the offspring of Portugese supermodels, raised on a steady diet of Chianti and pork sausages. You must be inquisitive, willing to travel, and able to hold your breath for at LEAST 38 seconds. Looking good in spandex and chainmail is also a plus.
Perhaps you fit the bill?
http://lawrence.craigslist.org/m4w/58712
There we go. I think that will go over well.
Edit: Whoops, I guess attribution would help. This comes from wikipedia, via Dresden Codak.
"Belle of Lost Souls"
James Nicholas to Julie Forbes, February 11, 2008
Time takes a break under a blue cathedral-dome sky;
A couple, caught out, share a frozen moment on the prairie.
The girl stands hand extended, fine-boned fingers curved,
a perfect pitcher's stance.
The stone waits patiently in mid-flight for the inevitable;
The train (her target) thunders on in stillness, oblivious.
Time steps out for a smoke, slams the door behind;
A couple, conferring, fit a diner scene perfectly in their moment.
The boy sits hand extended, thick fingers gently touching her,
a lover's longing grasp.
A thought in his head hurries toward completion;
Her smile (green eyes!) obliterates it in a silent burst of joy.
Time throws up its hands, walks off the job;
A couple, cuddling, lay in bed keeping thoughts to themselves (timeless anyway).
The man thinks of her and he dreams of the future,
Dances in fields and kisses stolen by starlight.
The woman thinks nothing but dreams of the past,
A brand that never healed, a hole as big as childhood.
Her hands cry "Don't leave me" and his respond silently, steadily,
in an answer as old as life itself.
Time gets to work, makes fools of us all;
A couple, caressing, relaxes on a new kitchen floor, a house wholly theirs.
There's no need for thoughts, no words exchanged,
just hands and love and husband and wife and
eternity,
A million moments taken together, shared as one.
Time tolls the bell of lost souls, sings the song of the world
I was commenting on a friend's journal the other day about the advances that have been made in computing power over the past 10 years. Specifically the advances in graphical displays. We've gone from rough approximations of the human form, seen here:
To simulations which are so lifelike that they are virtually indistinguishable from photographs, seen here:
This is due primarily to the exponential growth of processing power over the last few decades. This property of computing power is described by a theory called Moore's Law. Essentially what Moore's Law states is that the number of transistors that can be placed on a chip will double every 18 to 24 months. This prediction has held true for well over fifty years and is expected to continue to hold for several more at the very least. Let me give you a graph to sort of illustrate to you what this means.
Graph courtesy of intel:
It should be noted here that the scale on this graph is not linear, it is logarithmic- that means that every dot on the vertical axis is ten times the value of the dot below it. Essentially a chip in 2005 was one million times more powerful than a chip from 1970. A chip in 2010 will be fifteen times more powerful than that. This is why your digital cameras depreciate so rapidly: every year they are being completely outmoded. This growth extends to storage space and display quality as well. It extends to anything related to physical space, really.
This becomes particularly interesting when you start looking at the change in relation to political science. It brings us to something called the Law of Disruption:
"The systems that make up human civilization, including commercial systems, change over time, but they do so on an incremental basis. Law, for example, evolves to encompass the unique features of new technologies, but it does so at an agonizingly slow pace, as anyone who has studied railroad, banking, or telecommunications law can attest. Technology change instead follows the track of Metcalfe's curve. Once there is a critical mass of users, the rate of change-what you might think of as the disruption index-accelerates exponentially. It is in the growing chasm between the different rates of change that secondary effects occur."
Or, to make another pretty picture out of it,
The combination of these two laws- the exponential growth of technology as dictated by Moore's Law, and the inability of society to keep up, as dictated by the Metcalfe Curve, is responsible for many of the deeply unsettling trends we see in the world today. This is one of the major reasons I chose computer science as my major instead of something more traditionally humanitarian. If you want to get really frightened, watch this lecture from a recent CS convention where a man explains how basic computer science principals (including exponential growth) have been applied to biological sciences, especially in the fields of genome mapping and editing.
Programming DNA
Why am I bringing this up? I'm not sure actually, I had planned to talk to you today about my favorite video game ever, Dwarf Fortress. I suppose it will have to wait until tomorrow. Perhaps all of this has given you some idea of what I do at my "Day jobs" when I'm not writing amateur fiction here.
I know this is a writing journal and very little writing has occurred in the past couple of months. I blame this on World of Warcraft, failed romances, and elves. Right now most of my energy is being put into job hunting and warhammer 40k painting, because the one pays me and the other relaxes me. I may just start putting up novel excerpts again, to give you all something to read.
Somebody pointed out to me that this journal is very informal and personal, in terms of writing style. I tend to agree and I think it's a mode of writing I need to get out of. As an author I can't assume that you know anything about me- just the opposite, in fact. So from now on a lot of the writing may seem a bit less personal. Hopefully it comes off as better. No more life updates unless it's behind a friends n' family cut, though.
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