conflicting interests
Sometimes, I like to think about how future discoveries in the fields of science, technology, and medicine might cause the brains of certain demographics to explode. Let me explain. We've all heard the research that a glass of wine a day or week or whatever can reduce the risk of heart disease or kidney cancer or something. The whole recent debate about the HPV vaccine has focused additional attention on these kind of findings where there exists a group of people for whom the data is at odds with their beliefset. While I ate lunch at my desk the other day, I tried to come up with a fun list of some other hypothetical brain-exploding advancements in human knowledge. Here's what I got:
- In 2026, a medical research thinktank develops a complicated "genetic surgery" which can completely and permanently eradicate cancer from a sick person's cells. However, only people whose brains are wired such that they are attracted to those of like gender have the necessary neuron-wiring and mental capacity to comprehend the procedure and successfully perform the operation. Fundie and homophobe brains explode.
- In 2014, university boffins reveal indisputable proof that having only one sexual partner in a lifetime puts a person at an 75% greater risk of developing Alzheimer's in old age. Chaste brains explode
- In 2057, a team of geologists discover that, as a side-effect of the total abandonment fossil fuels after the fuel-cell conversion, the huge buildup of unused crude oil under the surface of the earth is releasing an undetectable gas which is inexplicably killing all humankind of non middle-eastern descent. Treehugger brains explode.
- In 2029 medical science isolates a unique antibody which effectively fights and kills the HIV virus, but the only people from which this antibody can be harvested and subsequently mass produced for medical application are women who've, at one point in their lives, had an abortion. Pro-life brains explode.
- By 2061, it becomes clearly evident that humans that are a product of mixed-race relationships are genetically superior to those of single-race procreation. They are more disease resistant, stronger, and are very obviously evolving faster and more successfully. Racist brains explode.
Goodnight lovers.
i’m lovin’ on ya
Good evening my friends. I skipped another day of blogging last night, and it felt good. Today was insane at work, I was quadruple-booked with meetings and running on six hours sleep from a late-night cram session preparing a presentation I presented at 8am. Honestly though, it was a good day - and despite being so overbooked I found some time here and there to entertain some Halloween project themed non-work thoughts. In fact, I've been working hard on a brand new Halloween idea over the past week or so. Brainstorming and doing trigonometry to derive angles and physics to calculate loads. Anyway... let's get to the junk.
One liners:
I'm sick of the word "diva." There are like two or three shitty, shitty, shitty shows Sharaun watches on TV that use this word to the point it's silly.
The new Killers finally leaked, trickling onto the internet only a respectable week or so before its street date - not bad. I haven't had time to listen to it yet, but I'm anxious to hear if it's really as bad as Rolling Stone says.
Sometimes, I sincerely think I'm "special." I mean better than you.
Having been camping the past two weekends, I find myself wishing I could get away every weekend. Then, I think about stretching each wilderness-weekend by an additional day, leaving me with a four day workweek. This fantasy snowballs until I'm camping every day and not working at all.
I can't wait for the day that Keaton can teeter to the door to greet me when she hears me arriving home from work.
I finally got a lead on an Oink invite, both worries and excites me. (If my lead falls through, anyone got one to spare?)
We're thinking about taking the train to Oregon when we visit my folks for Thanksgiving. It's a 15hr trip, but I've never been on a passenger train before and I think it could be rad.
I wasn't going to ever mention Lonelygirl15 again, but I figured since Stewart brought her up on the Daily Show - it was an opportune time to mention that I'm totally still following the whole Cassieiswatching alternate reality game thing... though I'm beginning to suspect it's some elaborate fan fiction...
Goodnight folks, I'm lovin' on ya.
back from the wilds
Good evening folks, Sunday nights make me sad because I know I have to go to work tomorrow. I don't have much tonight, a terse summary of my weekend spent camping and 4x4ing with the guys in honor of Ben's pending nuptials, and the twenty-eight week update to Keaton's gallery.
This weekend was pure awesome. In what could've been a disaster, we had to scrap our original plan late Friday night due to a wildfire that had shutdown our intended destination. Whereas I had planned to pack Friday night, I ended up sitting over at Anthony's as we poured over maps and books and websites for a new location. We ended up plotting three trail areas which were relatively close enough to each other that we could get from one to the other if we didn't like one.
And that's how we ended up four-wheeling around the Sierra butte country, deep-deep-deep in the backwoods and charging down paths unknown with the bold confidence that USGS topo maps and GPS can give you. We covered some 100mi+ of abandoned logging road, forest and fire service access roads, and some things I'm not even sure were ever defined roads as much as they were trails blazed by trucks before us. We didn't do anything too insane, but we did have a few hairy descents down boulder-laden washouts and some... "accidents." We ruined a muffler on the Rover, and wrecked the rear differential locker on the Blazer - not to mention both trucks ended up pretty scratched. (Oh, and I learned what automatic "lockers" are, what they're for, and what they sound like when they're shot).
We "stumbled" on an amazing campground tucked next to a river off some dirt roads, rebuilt the firepit with some large rocks, and gathered downed wood before we pitched tents and started cooking up a mess of steak and beans. Drank beer and port from my flask, smoked my pipe, and had breakfast burritos for breakfast. Some of the guys attempted to fly fish, but nothing was biting. Next day we pointed the trucks down random trails and ended up having to ford a river before we made it back to paved road. It was flat-out outstanding. I'll have some pictures up in time to link to in tomorrow's entry.
And that's it. I'm beat-down tired and I'm ready to hit the sack. Goodnight.
off to the woods
Happy Friday friends. I'm extremely happy today because we strike out early tomorrow morning (6am) for Ben's 4x4/hiking/camping bachelor party weekend. We're gonna bring GPS-enabled laptops and 12mi walkie-talkies, and we're gonna drink lots of beer and explore some long-abandoned California gold country mines (despite the many ominous episodes of Lassie you'd think would've dissuaded us). I seriously can't wait, we sent in a skeleton team a couple weekends ago to scout the terrain and the recon they brought back makes the place look astoundingly beautiful. I'm looking forward to dancing drunk around a fire and sleeping under the stars. We're gonna cook steak on a Coleman stove, eat Ziplock-omlets for breakfast, and maybe even indulge at night in some clove cigarettes. Can't wait.
Goodnight.
things like public transportation
1 for 2 tonight, as I was able to get a haircut but lost the daylight before I could get the lawn mowed as I'd planned. Keaton's officially sick, the doctor says she has an ear infection and she's gotta take two different prescriptions. I feel bad for her, because her nose is stuffy and her eyes are goop-laden. We even got her that new ear infection inoculation too, because I was plagued with the things as a kid. On the plus side, she doesn't act sick - she seems as happy as ever and smiles like there's not snot on her face and boogers in her eyes.
Today I decided, on a whim, to swing by the public library. When Sharaun and I first moved to California, one of the first things I did was get a library card. I went through a period where I used it quite often, requesting books online and picking them up. That was a while ago though, and since then, I've let it fester. But, driving back from lunch solo today, I decided to stop in to pay my $2 and bring myself back "current." I mainly wanted to see if they had a copy of Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five available for checkout, as I've never read it and Ben's recommended it to me several times. I figured I could take it along camping this weekend and maybe start reading it. Anyway...
I'd forgotten how much I love the library both as a concept and a brick-and-mortar resource. It has the same kind of socialist appeal for me that things like public transportation and open-source software do. It fits right into that "share for a common good" and "simplify" message that sings to my inner hippie. I mean, why pay for and stockpile books you'll never read again when you can borrow them for free? The only reason I can think of is that you might not want the Bush administration to flag you for TSA screening because you checked out an annotated Koran. But, other than that - what's not to love?
What's more, when I look at my Amazon.com wishlist, the minimalist in me thinks "Why own books?" I mean, if anyone should know the virtues of the public library, it should be me. As far back as I can remember my dad has been a both a voracious reader and consumer of libraries. I recall him bringing home foot-tall stacks of books every week, reading and reading and reading.
Anyway... they didn't have the Vonnegut book, nor did they have any Vonnegut books, which I'd guess are perpetually hot items. Marx is probably turning over in his grave.
A while back, during what seems like the forever-ago times when Keaton wasn't here yet, I wrote about how I'd implemented a "baby budget" in the household. Sharaun and I took our spending down to a minimum and socked all her paycheck away as if it were non-existent, kind of a practice run for when Keaton did arrive and we became a single-income family. The experiment was a huge success, showing us not only that we'd be more than comfortable with just my income, but also that we had some great opportunities to adjust some spending areas. Well, Keaton's now six months old and, as tends to happen with all once regimented things, Sharaun and I have let our budget slide a bit. So, in the interest of reclaiming our money with the least lifestyle impact possible, I've been doing some detailed budget analysis with the great freeware app, AceMoney. I consider us to be on the plus-side of avaricious now, and I'd like to center us more around a miserly creed. Hopefully one day we can not only pay off our own college loans, but start a fund so Keaton and her sibling(s) won't have the same post-education burden.
Less than 300 spams from 100k, goodnight.
let’s go barefoot
Monday night and I'm mad it's already 8:30pm and here I am just getting started writing, more mad because I'm doing my best to ignore the pile of dishes that I should've done first anyway. Sharaun's at yoga and I put Keaton down about 40min ago. She cried for a minute, and then commenced to cooing and burbling the sweetest babytalk over the monitor. The sounds were like sirens calling a sailors to the rocks, making me want to go in there and talk right back to her or pick her up and swing her around. Sometimes, when I woosh her around in the air in a game where I pretend she can fly like Superman, she pulls her head tight into her body and her little neck ceases to exist. When she smiles like that, the arc of her smile is mimicked in her compressed rolls of chin - making an irresistible compact Ram-Man looking ball of cute. That's an awesome baby right thur, I'll tell y'all that...
Hey, wanna chuck this crap in the dustbin and head to the forest? We can bring some food and park the car and go barefoot. Let's do that, huh? Let's go barefoot. Because, you know, I get tired of this sometimes, the same desk and the same feigned interest and the same the same the same. So let's just drop out for a week, put what we need in the car and drive away. We can stay as long as we want, we can wash off in a cold river and wake up to our breath steaming from our nostrils. We can sleep whenever we feel tired and scream if we're happy. What you gonna say you gotta do, anyway? Ain't nothing you got here you can't get there, and ain't nothing gonna come crashing to Earth while you're away. Seriously, it's not even gonna be a thing or anything. Let's go barefoot.
Spent some time yesterday drafting up the Evite for the annual Halloween party. This being our 4th year running, I was able to lean on previous years' invitations as templates. I can't believe we're closing in on that time of year again, and it only serves to make me worry that I'm running out of time to finish my wolf prop. If you asked me for a progress percentage, I'd have to peg it somewhere right around 50%. I still have to dream up the mechanization - and I'll admit I don't have any solid ideas on adapting that old ice cream machine motor to drive the wolves baying heads. I'm confident it'll all come together though, it usually does. Won't get much time to work on it this coming weekend, as I'm striking out again on another camping trip with some buddies - this one, however, being more rugged than last week's everything-and-the-kitchen-sink car-camping outing. In a combination 4x4/camp/hike, we'll be taking some vehicles offroad in honor of Ben getting hitched. With full GPS-enabled tracking and some gorgeous old-California gold country, it should be a blast.
Hey people, hey people c'mon! No, for really. Check out that "blocked spam" counter over there in my sidebar there... I'll wait... you check it out yet? Do it! OK, for real y'all, as I post this that counter says 99,282 spams have been blocked. I might turn 100k by week's end. Each one of those spammies means a MySQL transaction that my host has to handle, because each little nasty actually goesinta the database, even if it will later be deleted. I think this is part of the reason my blog goes out lunch sometimes, y'know... just flakes out when it gets overworked. 100k spams, think about that... and that's not even from sounds familiar "day one" either, I didn't install Akismet until I was well over a year into writing (up until then I didn't need Akismet). Dang.
Goodnight.
just how i like it
Sunday night and, after a weekend spent cooking over a Coleman stove and warming frozen fingers in front of a campfire, I'm not at all looking forward to waking up and going to work. It was a good weekend though: eating the campground delicacies afforded by car-camping, walking with Keaton on the beach, and our little family huddling close in the tent to make the cold night a little more comfortable. Compared to stuff like that, work pales.
Now, since it's Monday, you know I've got a new batch of photos uploaded to Keaton's gallery. Including candids from camping, bathing, and and college football Saturdays. But, I've also got a new little tidbit of Keaton-news. Try and contain your excitement, but she's finally cut her first tooth. It's barely through, but it's there. We tried tonight to take a picture tonight, but getting her to hold her mouth open isn't an easy task. Anyway, it's crazy how quickly she's growing... and I just know she'll be crawling around any day now. It's too fast, really, it's going waay to fast. Without going back and looking through photos from a month ago, it's hard to even remember how different she was.
I know, Lonelygirl15 is over. I mean, she was interviewed on CNN, she made an appearance on the Tonight Show, she's was on TRL for pete's sake. But guys... and I know I swore never to write about this again... but guys... this cassieiswatching alternate reality game spinoff is really heating up. After watching the latest Cassie video, a freakish inverted creepshow featuring overt references to the murderous cult of Charles Manson, and which was also shot at the exact same locale as the last LG15 vlog.
The ARG professionals over at unfiction have arleady solved the first an second cassieiswatching videos (after they recovered items left at the same locations of LG15's videos). The latest clue revealed a phone number and a cryptic voicemail, and I won't bother documenting it further than there. So far, the "official" LG15 creators are denying that the cassieiswatching ARG (if that's what it is) is part of what they're calling the "Breeniverse," but to me - it would be a spectacular plot device to start the LG15 videos, stage a fake "outing" of the cast, but have it all be part of the grander screenplay. An intricate ARG, of which the whole "LG15 is fake" thing was just an act.
In the "kinda freaky" department, they are building a Tolkien-inspired community near Bend, Oregon called the Shire. I wonder who will live there? Seriously, check out the video... incredible.
Goodnight folks, I love ya.
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