Superbowl Nature


Pure and simple, hormone excitation. 


Colding the Past 2

Greater Metropolitan Arab is warming up. Air temperature 7 degF up from 4 degF when I arose. And because the city government has decided the streets are undrivable, rubbish collection has been delayed one or two days – ambiguity here – the rubbish contractor has been featherbedded.

Meanwhile the Greater Metropolitan Arab constabulary has declared all the city roads drivable, which suggests either some political shenanigans or an outright rupture with the politicians. If the latter we may only hope it spreads nationwide. 

Also, the Arab Tribune, the city newsrag, has declared the Arab City Government to be stochastic, or so I have been told by my colleague Magnetic Inductance Force. This is truly amazing. I had no idea our conscript parents were intelligent enough to act in a probabilistic fashion.

Meanwhile, I am informed by the national media that the Deputy Fuhrer was school Monday by an AA Baptist minister. What amazed me was the stochasticity of a Yankee evilgelical attending services, even on a pseudo-holiday. And the advisory board of the Department of the Interior has resigned en mass.  Maybe there is still some good in society?

Meanwhile, I am contemplating particle movement at absolute zero of temperature. Seems appropriate somehow.

Also meanwhile, another colleague, Mass Magnetic Field, has declared that Alibam is CLOSED. He failed to mention that the only people dissenting with this are the idiots who are converting motorcars to coffins on the motorways.

Confederate Waterloo

“It had been a damned nice thing – the nearest run thing you ever saw in your life. (Waterloo 18 June 1815)

I have to admit to being bemused a bit about the election of Tuesday. 

Living in Alibam, I have to also admit that I didn’t expect very much. Alibam has the attraction of being primitive: I enjoy the primitiveness of its environment – except where it has been polluted by capitalist oligarchs – but I don’t enjoy dealing with some of the people. Especially the politicals and the ersatz Christianists.

When I approached the polling place I was a bit concerned that I would be met by a Christianist Fascist militia demanding loyalty oaths to their demigod, but the path was surprisingly void of any form of influence, including candidate propaganda signs. Inside the hall was as usual except for being a bit more crowded. But the density of scattergun toting ruffians in forest camouflage was no greater than usual. In fact, the notable thing was the density of women.

I presented my ID and was not greeted with growls about it being Federal in origin, but I was offered a privacy envelope for my ballot. I declined. Better to die young than suffer the transition from “Heart of Dixie” (license plate catch phrase) to “Heart of Pedophilia.” 

Even before the senator from the Campus of the Black Warrior had spurned his party’s candidate, I had reasoned my way past any consideration further. Simply put, the man was a pariah and if elected would reduce the number of Alibam senators to one even if he was seated. His career has been marked by an absence of cooperation with anyone so I would not expect any from him in the Congress.

I marked my ballot, admittedly in a booth, and walked to the nearest (of two) scanning machines. No one offered to look over my shoulder. I slid the ballot into the slot and the traction wheels drew it from my grasp into the bowels of the machine. I accepted an “I Voted” sticker and departed the hall, displaying my maternal programming by holding the door for three women leaving as I did. As Southrons used to do they thanked me and I “you’re welcome”‘d  them in reply before entering my motorcar and motoring to Castellum SCP. 

On the morrow, in gym, I was surprised to be informed by one of the Huntsville television stations that the other candidate had won. My efforts to steel myself to the reign of an ostracized sociopath proven needless. By a sparse but adequate margin, the citizens of Alibam had overwhelmed my fears of their depravity.

Not that such depravity is not still present, but it is demonstrated in smaller quantity than I feared.

One of my colleagues, Magnetic Inductance Force, related to me that he saw a clip – on the same station – of the loser in denial invoking among other things, the “Pursuit of Happiness.” We both rolled on the floor laughing over that. 

Why? Because the politician in question is a rather flaming evangelical bigot. Who evidently has no idea that that basic tenets of contemporary evangelical doctrine (dogma?) is antithetical to the “pursuit of happiness” in the Founding Fathers’ sense. As I understand it, contemporary evangelicals have no use for science unless they can warp it to support their interpretations of (many times translated and unknown authorship) scripture. 

The current theory and interpretation of “pursuit of happiness” is finding the deity by studying nature in a scientific fashion. It was practiced by the national founders and still, but also still rarely in number, today. 

And to my naive view, these two outlooks cannot be reconciled no matter how much shaken or stirred. But then I have scant ability at evangelical idea warping.

I find it hurtful that so many of our founding fathers who held political office “pursued happiness” and so few today. So no great victory of Amerika, only a small one for Alibam.

Language Porn

For those who have better things to attend to, it snowed yesterday in Nawth Alibam. Mostly a nuisance snow. The only dangerous part was sharing the roads with the typical Alibam driver who practices the somewhat suicidal idea that the best way to drive on low friction roads is as fast as possible. 

This is an intriguing concept based on minimizing the time of risk. The problem is that it doesn’t minimize risk; in fact, in many ways it maximizes risk. And I cannot decide why this is so: are Alibamians just naturally not-smart; or is it a blindness thing mentally like being unable to be rational or do maths? 

So the only actual risk of the snow was the people who were not minimizing the risk for themselves and others. In particular, the rational, sedate drivers were at considerable risk of some typical Alibamian spinning out into them, or ramming them for driving too slowly.

Happily I was available to avoid both with some difficulty because of the high optical densities of falling snow flakes. The real kind, not the pseudo-curse word used by Repulsians.

After a night of dripping faucets to ameliorate the low temperatures, considerably below the liquid-to-solid phase transition of dihydrogen oxide, I ventured out this morning to gym. There I was exposed to a dialog on Faux News that reminded me that it an elected official announces that something is false, it is generally not. And since this politician’s tirade was singular negative, I was unable to establish the converse. 

Then driving home I met a fellow walking in the road – on the wrong side – that is, with the traffic flow. And his ears were muffled. 

So even without the snow, we have ample signs of the behavior – nationally.

Along the way I began to muse on a couple of phrases. One I heard yesterday – “We do not know the future” – and the other – “The future is not promised/guaranteed” – today. And I reflected on these. 

Yes, we do not know the future, even if, as Quantum Mechanics may indicate, the future reaches back – probabilistically – to drag us forward. But more the situation, we do not know much of anything about future, past, or even present. All we know is what we experience, what we sense. So while we know nothing about the future, we know astoundingly little about past or present. In effect, we can say that we know very little about anything that is not universal. 

If we live in Alibam, we cannot experience or sense what goes on in New York. In fact, other than what is immediately around us we cannot sense, so we only know about a small part of Alibam. 

So the “We do not know the future” is a rubbish statement. What is intriguing about it is that the majority of humanity doesn’t understand this. They keep uttering and believing this sort of garbage.

Similarly, “The future is not promised/guaranteed” is a rubbish statement. Who promises or guarantees the future? Other than that there will be a future? Time will not change. I resist saying “time will not stop” because we don’t know if time is discrete or continuous.

But the point is that no agency we have, human or social or legal, can guarantee or promise the future. Except as a prevarication. So the very idea of expecting a promise or guarantee of a future is void. To say nothing of how would we collect on a broken promise or a violated guarantee? Would we receive an apology or a return on investment? 

Time is not a commodity. We cannot contain it, nor can it be traded or refined. I can understand people not wanting to think about it since it is intangible. Hunter-gatherer genetic heritage does not make us natural philosophers. 

But we continually say things that are absolute garbage. Reeking and with maggots. And that is worrisome. 


No Answers Available?

Six Day. Had to wait to go to gym. AT least they opened on published schedule today. Blind squirrel, perhaps?

The nonsense of Black Fiveday continues. My email inbox has been clogged with multiple sales flatulences. Some of this has been good because it gave me an opportunity to relegate many senders to SPAM/JUNK status. 

But some of the content has been more than irritating and annoying. In a few cases it has given me pause to cogitate.

One such: under what conditions would I give someone a television receiver? I find myself at a loss to list even one condition. In fact, I can think of almost no gift more vapid and banal. 

For which matter, I am struggling with the idea of any electronics as a suitable gift. A gift should be something with high resonance to the receiver. Unless, of course, I consider the receiver unworthy of effort. So under what conditions would I be giving that person a gift? In-laws, perhaps. Or an organizational superior. But then I have to ask what kind of evil organization is it that superiors must be gifted? 

I suspect this is a variant on the matter of giving underwear. At least in utilitarian situations, not the gender harassment/intimidation shtick. But the action of parents gifting children with underwear is infamous, almost Hobbesian in terms of Dysfunction. 

This leads to the basic question: who should be satisfied – the giver or the recipient? 

(Several hours.)

Returned from a bit of run-about Greater Metropolitan Arab on errands with FD SCP. My role was primarily as toter, which, for those who don’t speak Old Confederate, is a person who totes. This is a role fulfilled by Southron men since the invention of the basket, which in turn, is the predecessor of the sack. (The anthropological theory I was exposed to is that the basket was originally woven strips of animal pelt or hide and with some bit of human rational ingenuity gave way to plant strips and diverged to whole pieces of pelt sewn together. Lots of technological advance there, comparable to the progress from Franklin’s kite to Bardeen’s transistor.)

One of the questions arising while out with FD SCP is why do so many people ignore STOP signs these days? This led me to consider that if robot motorcars were programmed to photograph and report human driven motorcars committing ANY crime, then the transition to all robot motorcars might be facilitated. Some of the people I see motoring in Greater Metropolitan Arab – especially of pickup trucks – would be forced into bankruptcy (and maybe life in jail) within a week. 

Happily we saw few others out. Which leads to ask if they have all motored nawth to Huntsville where there are actually stores that offer stuff worth buying – Arab is graced with a MalWart, which rather sets the scale for retail rubbish in town – or are they being rational and saving their money? 

That question seems a bit foolish, somehow.

Thankful Listness +1

I should also offer I am thankful for Jim Zeigler and Roy Moore as exemplars of how not to be. 

And probably that Verizon mole who will destroy net neutrality and give me lots more time to get research work done, none of which will benefit the Amerikans of today because they are too lazy and brain-whacked to care.