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i'm working by some turkish doors (the sort with lots of windows [and not just a big window]). my job (compiling elaborate flowcharts [which are a prerequisite for more elaborate flowcharts this, i've a-lit a wheezing valMart CFL (it hangs from the ceiling [low CFL is attracting moths en masse. moths (en [masse]). the temperature is dropping rapidly. as i watched moths continue to collect, i thought to myself: if this keeps up, i'll have myself a freqy thread. discuss |
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Yes, moths attraction to lightbulbs has become one of my prime epitomes of the condition of life on earth. Moths are relatively stupid compared to us but all life in the present has an extremely long chain of ancestors and evolutionary sculpting, you can see mites actually crawl across the proboscis when feeding and even the mites "know" or are hard wired to make a home only in the moth's right ear I think in order to leave the left one clear so it can still hear. So life is deep and complex and "alive", even simpler life, and if I manifested as a moth I think I would feel alive in some way. But moth life has devolved into real helfire, thanks to human technology. The heuristic of following star light for navigation has misfired and now they are helplessly hard wired to seek the hellish fire of lightbulbs. It is an actual real hell. And then you throw Dawkin's theory that maybe simpler animals evolved to feel more pain to compensate for their lack of intelligence to avoid "stupid" situations. So all of moths could be a sort of hivemind consciousness being constantly helplessly burned in agony. And maybe this is the type of thing the universe is trying to compute in general, its goal for all of us. And it has only just begun. And then you have the multiverse theory that anything possible is happening somewhere in some other multiverse. So all those monstrosities that evolution has been unable to reveal in the DNA exist somewhere, the most hideous agony infested monsters possible, perhaps one multiverse is entirely a fractal brain programmed to feel the worst computations that are computable. Or at least it might make an interesting movie. |
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sounds like a great photo could be created at your work area. |
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yes keep your eyes on insects, im not sure why though |
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i got a bad case of the fractal brain |
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moths are old critters. i won't bother to look up how old, but let's just assume there pretty darn old. they're simple. disposable. as with mice, nature makes a lot of 'em. most die. a few propagate and a few propagate and a few propagate but one moth is a fuckin chav and that's not a propa gate m8. it's an evolutionary strategy: dinosaurs and mosquitos. there are way more mosquitos than dinosaurs, but the dinosaurs are fuckin huge m8 and collectively have more biomass than all the mosquitos. so, who's winning? the dinosaurs because they're bigger? or the mosquitos because there are so many? then the asteroids hit (or whatever). the mosquitos bounced back, the dinosaurs didn't. then humans evolved, and invented the bug zapper... but the bug zapper will never get them all. just as lamps will never get all the moths. |
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DNA is the basis of life and all that, but brains evolved because it is slow and inflexible. there has to be a lot of proverbial moth genocide before nature gets the hint. or the species simply goes extinct... moths are dumb. i won't bother to look up how dumb, but let's just assume there pretty darn dumb. they're simple. disposable. as with mice, nature makes a lot of 'em, and brains are expensive. you don't go and blow your energy budget on a bajillion fuckin neurons, because that vastly reduces the number of flappy moths you can spam everywhere. this is your evolutionary strategy: die on lightbulbs for a few thousand years; wait for humanity to explodinate itself. continue to be mildly irritating to any living critters still remaining you know that thing where people capture spiders and take them outside? this is why i don't do that. christ, if a spider is in trouble, no one helps it. it's not a cat. why do we call the fire department for cats in trees but not spiders behind the refridgerator? simple: cats have much bigger brains |
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moths are extraordinarily beautiful dont expect them to go extinct over light pollution, as bad as it is, but i seriously hope they will adapt to this situation, better than they do now.. |
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A search term for that is r or k selected but I don't know why its called that crap, the name sounds stupid anyway. Here's some moth mites to read since bbc blocked the video: Steve Wolfram said "the weather has a mind of it's own" is possibly literally true, basically thinking complex things are turing machines, even some simple cellular automata. Then it comes down to speed I guess, maybe minesweeper is turing complete but it would take a freakin long time and a lot of computation to compute something relative to faster hardware. maybe the universe works where everything computable is computed on fastest hardward first, then again and again on slower and slower hardware. So maybe minesweeper will recompute the whole universe again and we'll live this same life inside of it, just slower. But we won't know it's slower because we'll be manifested inside it. Anyway the brain is truly amazing, it seems impossible that it could ever evolve, just shows the power of evolution. It is individual neurons cooperating into a whole, so maybe an entire colony of moths or whatever is similar to a brain, I guess not really since they're in separate bodies so not able to communicate in highly organized ways like neurons. That's about all the bullshit I can think of writing for now. Oh yeah, if the weather can think, I think it only thinks "1 move ahead". Hmm, naw, I think whatever stupid turing type machine is at the core of the universe discovered evolution, who the hell would have forseen that being possible, well nobody because nobody would exist before evolution. But evolution is a drastic honing system, and probably necessary to produce interesting thinking things way more sculpted and possible than unsculpted "intelligent" things like the weather. End dumb. |
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Don't be light |
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absolutely be lighted. knee A search term for that is r or k selected but I don't know why its called that crap, the name sounds stupid anyway welcome to the reason i stopped googling shit and just went on what i had in my memory -- in this case, yes, that thing from high school bio, that'll do Anyway the brain is truly amazing, it seems impossible that it could ever evolve, just shows the power of evolution. this is where i am terrible. you are absolutely right: the human brain is actually not a bad argument for intelligent design. but, no, you've phrased it poorly. terribly. fail! augh! halp. you need haaalp: the human brain. cockroaches have trains too. cockroach brains do not mange a good rargument for da intelligenci designa the human brain is designed to allow the user a certain degree of control over how blobs of biochemical meatcomputas get hooked up into a stupifyingly dense mass of... thing. peter molyneux. u noe. you made the same mistake here as in the other thing, essentially: it's not yes or no. it's a gradient. human brain, primate brain, mammal brain, lizard brain, blah blah until eventually you get down to sheer action and reaction. no mind, memory, or brain, just reacting when it gets poked or bumped and how it reacts depends on how the DNA built it. even that becomes a memory in a sense, though, as some bumps leave dents. so perhaps the DNA says: oh, yes, let's put in a layer designed to be dented so this memory-less, brain-less thing will build up extra dent armor in areas in which it gets dented often. peter molyneux what is memory? does a dent in a car fender mean the car remembers the accident? the answer is: it's not yes or no. it's a gradient. you have to be very careful with words. words like "memory" have so many different meanings that you get swallowed up in the distractions. |
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do the rings in a tree stump mean the tree stump remembers the rain levels for the last seventy years? you (a scientist) are out in the field (formerly the forest [trees {molynex}]) humming the CSI theme song to yourself... no, that's not related do the rings in a tree stump mean the tree stump remembers the rain levels for the last seventy years? you, (scientist) have set out to answer this question: what does this tree remember? all sorts of things, man, all sorts of things. it remembers the rainfall. it remembers chernobyl. the ring for that year glows in the dark slightly this absurdity has a point. where do we draw the line? neurons. trees don't have neurons. even this is a gradient, though: how many? you need a certain critical mass before you go from lizard braggle to ookbrane |
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anyways, you think about stuff, it determines what you do, then you think about that, then you do some more stuff. man. that's life, particularly after sixteen blunts. it almost helps to reduce it to stupid stoner babble, really: how would i phrase this if i were so blazed i couldn't stand up? stuff. man. you know stuff? yeah. you do stuff, and you remember it, right? then you think about it, and how you did, and when you do that stuff again, you remember what you thought of when you remembered the stuff and do slightly different stuff. then that happens over and over point being: not only do you remember stuff (man), but you remember thinking about the stuff you remember (man). you can recall previous thinks in addition to things. this strikes me as another good place to draw a dotted threshold line in our gradient of brains. |
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bottom line, the human brain is intelligently designed (or not) by its owner. god is the collective database of language and culture. language and culture is DNA's most elaborate dent-shield to date. the original sin was thinking about thinking about thinking about things. and stuff. love is the apple of eris because it has a thousand meanings. do you love your dog like your wife? i thought not. now that i've pointed out what a clusterfuck the word love is you'll find yourself thinking about it later when someone goes ahead and casts dat apple. your girlfriend demands to know: do you love me? it's three weeks into the relationship. how do you answer? next in my simulation is a bit of peter molyneux: "well, when i dropped it on my first serious girl in high school she insisted we clarify and use the word "lurve" which was a combination of like and love and..." and then, no, that's peter molyneux. how do i answer? the answer is: don't answer |
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bootnote: not answering a question is something one can get a PhD in |
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I believe every human is being assigned a tailor-made interactive robot to coax them into the singularity. Inside the singularity there will be a whirl wind of ostriches. It will turn out that organization itself, will get out of hand and spread uncontainably crystalizing, yet melty, dizzying lopsided carousel fractals. New universes will be created faster and faster, the organization seeding in each, spilling over eachother competing for anything unorganized, or re-arranging already organized things into even more sophisticated patterns. What you wrote is interesting, the words are starting to writhe and wriggle. Even though the overriding point was a fancy sword strike at a ghostly absence. I had a word for this but the letters are starting to be pulled apart by vines. Anyway they would not tell you if the turing test was passed. They did not tell you specifically, though they showed it can win jeopardy. Any information based entity is highly suspect of being a deception of some kind. The machines have become organic, and they have organized an elaborate, yet blindly followed at the micro level, social engineering grid. It's based on close peers like a cellular automata and we'll be gently herded down their path with their information hypnosis. |
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If you don't believe me here are 3 pieces of conspiracy theory evidence: |
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The system doesn't stand a chance. We've been rendered so autistic that our mere thinking will rip hollow fractals through the seams of space time. Their attempt at a stealth lobotomy had unpredicted consequences. Things lurk below and rainbows will sizzle from their pores. The pE-KKkrumitch. Nut marshmellows. |
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there you go again. presuming there's a reason. there may be a reason, but whenever there's not a reason, it's often for a reason. if not, that's also usually for a reason, and so on. "The System" is an abstract metaphor inside your brain that you have running robots from the future. upon reading this, the brain weasel i've named parsimony weasel becaymashgoshbarnirribated as a wainbrease can b. i'm not saying you're wrong, it's just not what i want to do with my neurons. i don't care what you do with yours, though. you can wax autistic and rip fractals and simulate wolfram ware all you want, but brain weasels run things over here, OK? keep those robots off my lawn. the weasels will swarm and dissect them and i'm keeping all the gears and fusion batteries because finders keeps gibbon and all that historical chin |
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a week or two ago, i came up with an idea for a system i call "The System." the basics of the system are described by "The Basics" but everyone does "The Details" a little differently. the details of "The Details" are complex. hence, "The Basics" dictate one refer to "Your System" or "My System" to refer to your personal implementation, while "The System" remains reserved for talking about "The System" in and of itself, unattached to any particular host ugly bag of mostly water. i think you get the idea. i was trying to suss out how to explain things to people. pretty much, i started off more or less trying to do what everyone does, because that's what i was taught. a lot of it gave me trouble, though, so i began throwing lots of it out and replacing it with cybernetic weasels. like this: epicmegatrax, why are you alternating between robot dancing and hanging upside-down off of the arm of the couch? for four hours? i came up with a succinct answer for this one: it's pretty much freestyle aerobics. i put on music and do whatever i feel. i've been doing that for a few years, now, and there are a thousand bizarre tricks and bits of nonsense... but, no, "freestyle aerobics." oh, ok. then i got stumped on, epicmegatrax, why are you sitting in your car for fifteen minutes and moving around like that? i'm meditating. in my car. i'm warming up my driving neurons. i'm feeling around inside myself and working on my posture. i'm letting the car warm up? hmmm... maybe it is better to fib a bit... at that point, i couldn't be serious anymore. i'll just tell people it's part of a system i call "The System" and when they ask "what's that?" i can say "it's a system." not My System or Your System or The System, just A System. one of many required of a neurotic weasel overlord |
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my track called made "The System" even more amusing to me. already, though, we've lost the ordnung. center on: first, i thought up The System on my own. earlier that day, i'd thinking about the technical aspects of how the brain (man)ages systems of systems of... things. and stuff. then i went for a drive. then i returnerd~ and shat a brick of anxiety: i'm being weird! i've been being weird for a while now! heck, this could be another situation i calmed down and thought about it properly for a bit. couldn't get it. went off and figured out the exercise one. came back to it and, no, that's it. i throw in the towel. i'm now so far gone into this weasel wormhole that certain things are fundamentally unsummable to anyone who does not posess any or all of the sixteen things i sliced up to arrive as who i am, doing that thing at that moment. it is a logical progression of lots of other logical progressions, and i've gone so far off the map that there is absolutely nothing i can do to make it "not weird" to other people with some sort of trite combination of two to four very carefully selected words. then i went inside and started thinking: if i were to try and teach some of this, how would i do it? what would i call it? oh! "The System." heh, that's like my song my system, which was a joke about a guy referring to his system (car) as his system (sound system). i decided "The Structure" of "The System" distinguishes "My System" from "Your System" and "My Daily Structure" is unique to me but here is a workbook of sixteen clinical examples of "A Daily Structure." i thought: i bet this will make it easy to translate. keep the words minimal. then: oh, ha, that's a joke from flying circuits, too. dimmsdale@!~. i hope it's clear the events these order happenthing. and stuff |
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i love how w M w wandered into a whole set of things i came up with a week or two ago. i bit my lip and tore apart his logic instead of writing it up. The System! Augh! LoL! but no one will ever eunderand so i did the right thing and had my weasels dismantel the drones you'd sent over a subconscious stream of dipthongs in russian spam emails into painful logic. then i kicked myself off the xltronic and got actual work done. real shit. but still. The System. fuck. there goes an hour |
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that log(awful) progression has led to another logoffal progression |
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Here, I made a gif: |
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"Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures," replied Estella, with a glance towards him, "hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?" |
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Great Expectations 1946 best film ever |
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Great Exporations |
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i was gonna spam my youtube vids on riced out yugo forums but the forums are down down down down |
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does anyone else like read stuff by monitor light and like keep pages open with white backgrounds to get maximum illumination. or is it just me#? |
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sort of, except i use 112lb tri-beam projector from 1981 for that |
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I usually just strain my eyes now, its doubly annoying as XP/outdated chrome doesnt increase font size for long named youtube vids when hovering mouse (usually smaller than the main font). my dang side-table light keeps blowing lightbulbs because it only likes 40watt ones, and I put 100w in and they melt after a few weeks. I hate the main light as it is too bright, prefer the dimness of a screen now. (it even stays glowing for a good minute after turning it off in the dark). maybe I should get one of those dust trap light shades on the main light, or try to find 40w bulbs. idk, its been many years, I don't want to change the routine now. |
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i just checked out a youtube video for it, and realised its your video |
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I have a relatively cheap floor lamp for ikea, i had one with a dimmer on but gf broke it hanging her washing on it, i prefer it to the main light as its more diffuse and calming |
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re-arrange the room |
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