The next time you start to idealise someone,
Or put them on a pedestal.
Remember this:
That person once had explosive diarrhoea.
The next time you start to idealise someone,
Or put them on a pedestal.
Remember this:
That person once had explosive diarrhoea.
Take thorazine
And swim with thorium
In the reactor core
There’s more room
For atomic decorum
I like the fuel rods
Like small gods
Energy
Bathed in neutrons
Captured by boron
Ever considered how comfortable we are with our electronic gadgets?
And, dare I say it, dependent upon them?
I don’t know your situation too well so I will take myself as an example.
My smartphone is my lifeline to the world. My touchpoint to my ‘digital self’ (and writing about this digital self is a separate article all together).
My phone expands my capabilities – with it I am able to record memories (or should I say data?) in the form of images and words, to communicate with others, to navigate, to track my food intake, to entertain myself with media (etc)
It’s a surrogate brain. My calendar is an example – I am not particularly good at remembering where I need to be at any time and so have outsourced most of that function (without fail) to my calendar.
If you compared your brain to that of a hunter gatherer of 30,000 years ago you might notice that your memory faculties are different, or that your attention span wasn’t quite as long as it needs to be.
Because the body is an adaptive system, and it is adapting to technology. Or put another way, technology is rewiring how our bodies operate.
Which leads me to the next point…
How many steps are we from having of all that wonderful smartphone functionality directly attached to us? Interfaced into your brain, perhaps? I don’t know – for that ask a technologist or a futurist.
Or ask a man called Kevin Warwick – dubbed the ‘World’s First Cyborg’. Kevin, currently Deputy Vice-Chancellor of Research at Coventry University, has got things off to a strong start – with personal modifications that include an RFID chip in his arm (see Project Cyborg for more of the what he’s been upto).
On a slightly more low tech note, some of my closest friends have silicon implants under their skin (not under the breasts, but on the arms – creating a series of ridges). This practice is part of the ‘Body Modification’ subculture.
But what is natural? Clothing? The skins of animals? You could argue that ’technology’ is anything beyond your naked flesh – be it that fancy Apple gadget or the sharp stick you pick up to fend off a wild animal. All of it is stuff that augments our natural human abilities. Body/technological augmentation is perhaps a matter of degree and perspective.
How much is too much? Your call. Where do we draw the line between hip replacement and cortex chips? Do we even draw that line?
If someone offered to wire my mobile phone into my arm, and interface it with my body (and they gave me some assurance of the process not causing any harm) – I’d say yes. I see no reason not to. For a start I’d never fear losing it again ^_^
Perhaps I am unusual. Perhaps not everybody (of our generation) would be too keen on the idea. I’d understand why. Maybe you hold the flesh sacred for religious reasons. Maybe you’re just scared of metal stuff jammed into your skin (though you may already have a piercing or two..?)
But, as time goes on, the older generations die off and societal norms change (as they inevitably must). I don’t see people resisting for long. After all, kids are growing up with tablets in their hands and Facebook accounts reserved for them by diligent parents…
So, if this were an idealogical war between flesh and ’not flesh’, I’m going to argue that the machines have reached a turning point.
If this wasn’t quite weird enough for you I’d like to push the boat out a little further.
There’s a parallel from consciousness and genes that we might be able to draw here.
Put simply: Genes ‘gave life’, life lead to consciousness, consciousness (eventually) lead to gene manipulation and the creation of life. Or, put simply, conciousness developed from life, and turned the tables on life.
Now think about consciousness and technology…
Consciousness lead to the creation of technology, which may lead to the creation of consciousness. Or, put simply, technology develops from consciousness and may perhaps turn the tables on consciousness
Or, perhaps this is stretching it :3
You don’t have to do anything. But, perhaps bear this in mind when you’re on public transport watching near everybody staring into their phones. Or when you give a tablet to your kid to keep them entertained during a moment of parental frustration :3
Maybe it won’t be Skynet or that computer from Wargames computer nuking everybody. Maybe the machine takeover will be bloodless, and so subtle that we don’t even notice it happen.
Maybe, as I think Kevin Kelly (and many of the Transhumanists) have said, humanity may just be ‘the midwife for technology’.
I saw a sticker in Covent Garden with a two letter acronym I recognised.
I calculated the odds of my guessing what it stood for correctly as 671 to 1 (26 (number of letters in alphabet) x 26 (number of letters))
Then after that I thought what other factors could effect the probability I was right…?
and so on…
Which brought me to the conclusion that it is extremely hard to know all the variables to any given situation or question and speak with absoloute certainty. You can never be completely right.
Life is less certain than we’d like to think, and this was, relatively speaking, a simple guess that I was trying to make. What about predicting economic outcomes or conflict scenarios?
Think about it in your planning. You’ve probably had plans go wrong at some time in your life right, why?
Because…
You calculate from a nigh on infinite range of variables, which increases your odds of getting something right, but you won’t catch them all. There are always variables you miss.
You just need for things to be just right enough. And you decide when it is right enough. But they are never completely right; at least, not in the sense of absolute, utter certainty. Like so many things, we put our faith in statistics and probability – even if unconsciously.
And what I mean by that is, if you ask the average person (and I have done this) they’re usually ‘fairly certain’ of a lot of things – but ‘completely 100% certain’ of only a few.
The implications in risk management are obvious. I guess you could say there’s always risk and there’s always unknowns. There is no form of insurance against everything happens to you, asides from, perhaps, just being happy.
Say what?
If you are supremely, intrinsically happy, you really won’t care what happens. I guess this is a goal of existential practice, and is a kind of spiritual invincibility.
Yes, certainty is an illusion that makes us feel comfortable.
I mean, apparently the universe exploded out of a tiny dot in an endless void of nothing, and we went from total entropy to pugs stealing human clothing in just a few billion years.
…who could have predicted that?
Disclaimer: Geology and the financial markets are complicated. I don’t offend your intelligence by presuming differently, but I make some gross simplifications in the differences between them for the sake of metaphor. Thanks…
It has peaks and valleys, jagged edges and all the formations of a sharp area of the earth’s geography.
What does it represent? A consensus in value, as projected by humans and plotted over time.
You may see this same jagged formation on the surface of the earth. Certain mountain ranges have harsh jagged edges that resemble more volatile times in the history of the financial markets. Other, more hilly ranges resemble times of less volatile mood.
The stochastic formations of the earth’s surface are the natural result of statistical probability.
The values of a financial market are the same thing. The sum of sentiment makes the trendline of the market. The collective agents (such as the rock and material) which make up the structure of the earth’s surface, form the sum which resembles a trendline. The surface is the trendline.
We plot a graph of a financial market to represent the action of this market over time. In a way we know what it represents (well, we designed it after all!).
Perhaps, the shapes of solid things around can be thought of as graphs.
Except instead of being plotted by man, they are plotted from the physical data going on in the background in our real world.
It is interesting to look at the shapes around us as plots of information. And if they are graphs, what is the data they represent?
Definitely they dictate geological data. We can analyse, and using the mathematics that understands pressure formations, work backwards and plot their formulation. We can use mathematical models to plot geological changes and ‘growth’ of a mountain range. So, in a way, by representing them as 3d objects these mountains are ‘graphlike’ manifestations of the data used in our mathematical model.
Of course there are a few differences. On earth, all natural solids (graphs?) are plotted in 3d, which would lead us to think the graph has more variables (to account for an extra dimension), though the same jagged pattern is unmistakable. As far as data goes, plotting in 3 dimensions gives us a larger range of possible variables to work with, within the same space.
Though consciously designed to plot financial market data, without any labelling, or prior knowledge of subject matter, a graph of the financial markets may hold very little meaning for the reader. With no labels on the side to indicate what the values are, it just looks like a jagged line.
Game theorists well tell you that any market is a ‘game’ environment. Here I define a game as ‘an environment in which different agents play out under a certain set of environmental rules, and there of course is an element of chance’. If there wasn’t any chance involved it wouldn’t be interesting, cos we’d know the outcome and would lose all novelty and sense of unpredictability.
Note: Just because it is a game, doesn’t mean that it is trivial. Ask any football fan if his game is trivial and you’ll see what I mean!
You could look at life as a game, a very complicated game, with nearly infinite variables. Our mountain range is just part of the game.
Look at the (3d) world around you. If it is some sort of graph, what data is it manifesting? If we work out what the data is that makes up the graph, can we work out what this data means?
Think of the physical universe as a big, dynamic graph, manifesting certain underlying physical data.
Here are some questions if this is the case:
What controls the variables in this underlying data?
What put the data there?
What happens if you change a value?
How many values and variables could there be?
Could it be derived from one equation?
I do my best to avoid asteroids, the urge to be destroyed,
Absorbed, exploited or decisive in any way
My disposition makes me defensive
And I analyse all you say
The canvas has dried up, and cracked
The colours ran away
I cant cry due to a lack of tears
You ‘standard’ people are fucked up
Your politics is weird
I cant find myself a place in a world that won’t pay out
There’s nothing for me to talk about
Still I do try to feel
Though I don’t feel I was ever here
And none of this is real
I watch people running by and wonder if they wonder
Of such small wonders like today running seamless into tomorrow
And consider how the world seems to go on
How time gives not a fuck
And it all cares for no one
And I wonder if it is possible to be rational
And still feel compassion if so alienated
And why people here insist on subscribing to these fashions:
Now you talk all the same and feel all the same
Look at you
Business suits
Daily commutes
Why do you do it?
Such angular lives
It seems not to fit to your magical gifts
Artistry I am unfit to describe…
Are you angling social position for better breeding rights?
Lining up circumstance
So that you can be The Progenitor?
Daddy to your own clutch of genes
And do proud that primal tradition
Of tacking on branches to the family tree
A swath of new lives
Wrapped in swaddling
And gripping tight to the Waking Dream
Breathing and smiling
Laughing and running
Goal directed and fully engaged
Completely subscribed
Going on regardless
And earning:
A wage,
A place
On this little place
In endless space
Where we are
Intent on carving out all things possible
Within the allotted time
And even when
There’s a bullet or a germ with your name on it
And you forgot that you’ve got to die
What the fuck is the point?
And who the fuck am I to comment on it all?
All colours running outward on a familiar scene
And if you should try to describe what I am seeing
You might end up like me
There a black hat sat at a keyboard
Tap tap tap
Viagra was his keyword
Tap tap tap
Computer hacker stereotype
Or archetype
Typing
Binary bound to the petabytes,
A houndtooth bite into an ethernet jack
Tap tap tap
Overweight the server crashed
Perhaps a power spike
Wardriven into the wireless
He hammers
..tap
Pay per click affiliate cache
Website hexed by green eyes
And clear sight
A trojan skipped a heuristic check
Tap tap tap…
If you could see him you could not suspect
The cialis and erections
Snuck into your inbox
(minus the spellcheck)
Tap tap tap…
And the spambot empire built on the back
Of public information grids
Academic computations, redirected
And now instead
It helps you with
Recontacting your
Nigerian relatives
“HELLO FRIEND”
And getting them to ship you those
Canadian meds
…tap tap tap
Trojans and rootkits
Bank accounts logged
The internet about to die
Or gone to the dogs.
Cryptography crawls in
To crack your code
The spider harvest finds your address
A worm drops the payload
..tap
Email your affiliate links
And profit from the confusion
Scrape directories
And Facebook apps
Rape telephony
deviant.php
And behind a firewall proxy
With a whitelist
There a black hat sat
Tap tap tap…