Saturday, November 20, 2010
Expreso: Forbidden Planets and Fatal Errors
Expreso: Forbidden Planets and Fatal Errors
This post reflects from rather ordinary dreams and is a change of topic to address some of the more linguistic issues especially relating to the internet and its effects on us. What will be the next influential medium and what will the idea of virtual property mean in a world of growing limited resources, unsustainable perhaps? Sultan has been influential in the linguistic study of our social networks as a language- forbidden sites and fatal errors such dramatic terms that on the face of it at first blush buzz the heart. Expreso, or expresso I poetically use here as the theme of some sort of language real and artificial. Sometimes we need to keep the old habits of dead or contrived symbols and language- unlike descendants of the Vulcans the Federation is allied with the Clingons who speak Esperanto with all its Orcish checks and balances to social and scientific evolution of more gentle tongues.
Well, somewhere in the artist rendition of alien architecture I dreamed I built a new building with a somewhat Japanese influence- and for some dream reason it was in Arkansas. (Most likely the contemplation of Uncle Bob dying around 30 and the documentary last night by Prince Charles called Harmony- Bob had Inuit blood so the question from the film was- are Polar Bears really obese? Bob in the last part of his life homesteaded in Arkansas.) It was some sort of manufacturing as well as soft ware- I mean, Industrialism as the Nietzschean meaning of God-is-Dead is something that cannot be sustained like the rain forest and the world's resources squandered for bits of pulp wood and paper. But must we have Harmony as the Indian physicist lady who wanted the earth seen a spiritual place as well the sacred cows and rivers?
I suppose when you reach a point of speculation after some solid breakthroughs you make strange associations not clear they are in the cloud of useful meaning and information of one's dreams. The harmonic series a case in point after yesterdays applying some number theory to string theory- Harmonic and Harmony? hmmmm. So the sum of fractions of successive cubes- goes to 10 minus pi-squared. But each step of the way, k(k+1) cubed, of course the doubling of the triangle numbers, 2 6 12 20 ...but that is obvious in the search for some meaningful literal view of cubes in the arithmetic- or how it is plotted in a balanced square, pi and square root of ten- all this trying to count on my fingers the surds and transcendentals.
The more our ideas connect in the cloud- even if the idea is that such a thing can never become aware and an intellect of sorts on its own- it certainly appears so. In that sense our internet experience is as if a God returned and we the prophets. How the machine seems alive and watching us just recording the history of what sites we visited and what was typed. This mirror as interactive seems as real as those from the other side of such mirrors cannot be but assumed real and authentic behind the print and photographs. We interact in some higher cloud and in real life too in order to measure and share, discern as close as we can our own and another's heart.
So, on one hand I can imagine great value in technology and the pixel like fixing of some land not rented or shared by the masses- not even fenced in by any generation of the natives (the Noble Savage idea- one Pinker suggests is myth) or if in the idea of harmony- (do not get me wrong, I love the Prince, in my cloudy eyes that cannot read the true and higher spirituality beyond my poetic soul I am thankful for his tasting the organic soil and for giving my lantern at Ely stain glassed windows so we can still read in the pictures.)
But my virtual dream of the building (consciously I would have made a more five fold design but we have to deal with real construction, resources, and know-how) if we go back to nature as a guide (heck I did this in candle design- told my workers to go into the forest and garden and find in nature her deep design- one was in the stalks of weeds of candles dipped and cut the eyes where light shown through had tipple irises). So nature has a hive for its larval borer denizens- thus my illustration above of the dead wood- perhaps the corpse of the dead but still growing god- now replaced by the decay of Dionysian dreams, the byproduct alcohol that became in the end the creator of the madman after all to consume him, Nietzsche in worship of his Laughing God. Is it not said that he whom the gods would destroy they first make mad? Guess it OK to relax and go mad once in awhile- did not feel much like celebrating in the bars for one of my son's birthday last night.
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Facebook Status and commentary explaining it to Ed O'Brien:
L. Edgar Otto
We saw the equations in the sand between the tides and felt justly proud we were human.
L. Edgar Otto
This was for physicists friends outside academia with years of study and books on the blogs, unrecognized, dedicating their short lives, love letters in the sand as the grunions mate a rare day of clarity and epiphany. All vanished with t...he tides. All awareness a shared vision that returns. Think not dear poets and spirit filled souls more aware than work-a-day or rhythm of life in the body-says Thoreau- You at least saw the equation in a blink of season- the Sky Father is proud of you and so should you be- your human achievement is not lost.
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Well, There must be some truth in these issues of global warming and some figuring out who is on the right and left with their agendas so confusing and wrong colors to the nature of philosophies of science- surely time is a mystery in the sense that we have half-lives at least in the measure- but carbon dating does not go back far enough it seems. Not our short lives as much as our half-lives, uncle Bob that can only be measured after the living although felt intensely while in life.
Once around only, the half life of Gaea, mother earth, she who knows the balance and is long suffering in wounds for her children, healing them and herself. Her's in her human light scriptures closed and never aging. Or the suckling foal in the heard of stolen horses recognizes his unique mother and she him. The winter will be long. Somewhere in her dreams that do not make sense for she cannot be aware of her future would be species- at one with the primate rider of greater awareness and wisdom - but oh, he was shot when her colt was stolen. She recalls and snorts and kicks her hooves- and for a brief and forgotten moment finds a sugar cube and loco weed and thinks the vanquished god of steam and electricity will come again from the clouds of dark far away on the prairie while there is still hope and escape.
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Nothing to comment on from the other blogs. Ulla's is interesting again. Lubos seems to have given us some historical perspective on hidden dimensions and strings but I find nothing new- of course there are more dimensions and the rumor these a theory of everything exaggerated. I have shown there is more than the compactifiaction as presented and more fundamental ideas that some sort of measure of Planck length, and less to be daunted by in the number of formulation of spaces and strings ideas (of course other areas are worth looking at by string theorists). Even before my time the canonical distance in space with three negative directions has creative implications even if not convertible into positive values as some show can be the case. No new mystery there. But know this in the theme of my post today as to what is the nature of a future paradigm of global states and individual part of some system (what is their mode of access and place, and compatification?) I was into the application of such dimensions and geometric structures long before the recent ideas of 1985 that seem to me not as significant as the blog says- I in turn amazed at the ideas before 1900 and way before Einstein adopted them. Then again he was not shy about creative speculation to break from the ghosts of past and dying physicists- for whatever reason once given the tools and hands on experience and curiosity- he thought for himself.
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