Mundane Laughter

Pseudo-holiday today. I say pseudo because its observed in its absence. Today is supposed to honor labor, but everything being done by the various governments and corporation of this Yankee republic are designed to destroy labor organizations and workers. Slavery is the intent. 

Not the chains and coffle type of slavery. That has too high an overhead. This type of slavery is basically serfdom carried to the point of permanent positioning. The only good thing about it is that it has a fatal flaw. At some point too many people are serfs and can’t buy enough goods to keep the corporations alive and the whole thing will collapse. Which will then be a time of fire and death. They always are, for some reason.

Rationality is in short supply among humans. Some say absent in bogs who make up 0.9 of humanity. If they are human.

Anyway, I went to park and walked and then got trapped by an arriving gaggle (giggle?) of women joggers. You know, the kind who take over any area they are in and deny motion to everyone else. It’s a form of entitlement and much to be feared because of their willingness to kill anything in their path. Make rabid wolves look cuddly and cute. Most happy to have escaped before they could flank me and tear my organs from my body.

Speaking of tearing organs, I note [Link] that Winders X users are now being blocked from some (questionable?) sites because of WX’s espionage activities. Excuse me for laughing. This is straight out of Sun Tzu. The chapter on spies. But also because it is now detrimental to run Winders. At least WX. It used to be detrimental to run Linux. Still is in the digital boonies like Greater Metropolitan Arab where they think land line telephone service is more important than internet connection. Of course the local ISP’s have been blocked themselves because of their inability to filter SPAM. 

The more the bogs want appliances the more they restrict themselves and are restricted by others. 

Another laughter comes from U Chicago, [Link] where they have discovered (?) that parents’ math anxiety gets observed by their bairns and whacks the children’s maths learning. What about their maths antipathy? The parents’ that is. If I had a dollar for every time a parent has pontificated (deludedly) that no one uses algebra after high schule, I would be able to buy the state of Alibam and maybe the whole old Confederacy. Which is a matter of laughter as I think about yet another day of doing maths quite a bit beyond algebra. 

So no surprise here. It did occur to me that if they didn’t have maths insecurity, the parents probably wouldn’t be bogs. Maybe not even geeks. But only in the mode. I have known some bogs who do not suffer from maths insecurity. No, scratch that. They have controlled, semi-rational maths insecurity. They can do arithmetic. Sorta. Enough to get by. To be a business person. NOT a STEM, obviously. And they have their insecurity enough under control not to pollute their children with self-fulfilling prophecies of maths failure. But such people are rare.

And more likely than not, their children will not learn maths either. (Arithmetic .NE. maths!) It seems that most humans cannot do maths. The fraction claimed by different authorities varies from 2/3 to 9/10. Anything in that range is enough to make maths ability a resource to be cherished and not something to be demeaned and suppressed. But it is. 

And the last peal of laughter is for an article [Link] about the nature of grocery store purchase lists: paper; electrons; other. Their sketchy numbers – part of the laughter – are: 0.53 of all people who buy groceries (based on a sample population unspecified in ANY detail) use paper lists while 0.42 use electronic lists. Millennials – GEN Ys – are 0.6 electronic. 

The first laugh is about the missing 0.05. Do they not make lists? Do they write the list on their palms or inner eyelids? What do they do. Do they just go to the grocery store and wander like the proverbial walking dipsomaniac? (Drunkard’s walk for those who have maths inability, although given your inability telling you that is probably an annoyance. More laughter!) But more fundamentally, what kind of people go to grocery store sans list? 

According to what I am told by psychologist colleagues, humans can only keep 3-7, mean 5, things in mind at a time. So are these 0.05 all residents of cities who shop every day on the way home from work and only buy 3-7 things? Or are they averse to lists? Are they anarchists or mentally defective in some manner? And if the latter can they be cured or helped? Do they need help? Too little information, too many questions.  Makes me wonder again about the mentation of contemporary journalists. 

I am not too concerned about the difference between paper and electronic. Clearly some people are rejecting electronic since the numbers who have slablets is greater than the number who use their slablets for grocery lists. I have to admit that I tried a grocery list app on my cellular telephone but gave up on in sine die. It was too burdensome. Added too much time to the shopping activity. It’s only plus was recurrence.

I am also interested in why so many GEN Y use electronic lists. Is it that their slablets are prostheses? Or is it that they don’t (can’t?) write. Not that a list takes much writing. I would like to know more on this. But not because of grocery lists per se. About humans.

I make a grocery list. On 3×5 index card turned backwards and sideways. It fits nicely in a combination card/notepad/pen case I got from NOCK, I can walk about the store with card in palm, pen clipped and strike off things as I transfer them to buggy or basket. And I can retrieve from old lists easily as a double check on what should be on the list. But not on my cellular telephone. For one thing it gets wonky inside the store. Probably has something to do with the shielding above interfering with handshakes and such. And it’s much less handy than the 3×5 card. Do GEN Y know what a 3×5 cand is?

And lastly, what about mixed mode? I knew a fellow – executive wannabe – who dictated his grocery list into a pocket recorder and then had his secretary transcribe his recordings – on a computer! – to paper. Pure Veblen? Conspicuous consumption? 

Enough humor. Off to think about vector renewals and weak deltas.

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