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The universe, your life, and everything: I'll answer it

Jeffsus

TRIBE Member
I took a PHYS 475 course, "cosmology", at UW, totally unprepared, about 12 years ago. And have spent a very disproportionate amount of time since then reading, studying, and working on it.

I've realized since then that the answers are so beautiful, and eloquent, and worthwhile to each person, that I'd like to share the answers and invite other readers who study this, the reality of our cosmos, with interested questions.


Recently on this board I have been foiled up with pointless questions and answers. Let's move on to something more interesting.

Ask us anything.

-jM
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Jeffsus

TRIBE Member
Well OK I'll start,

And Deep and I were in a few of these same classes,

Imagine that your brain is made of billions of neurons and even more synaptic clefts (it is).

And all of those individual neurons are bound by the laws of electro-chemistry. (they are).

Dispute me on either of those two facts before I move on.

Perhaps there is a machine working in your head that knows you before you know yourself?

Human biocomputer - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

http://www.amazon.ca/Programming-Metaprogramming-Human-Biocomputer-Experiments/dp/051752757X

The short question is:

That's all.

Jeff
 
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Jeffsus

TRIBE Member
First question: Why

Second question: Why the fuck
Hello RumRogerz,

Your question leaves interpretation to me, which I do not like.
I'd prefer if questions come with specific object subject infiniteves, leaving out my interpretation completely, please.

But given that you are the first volunteer, I will qualify your why with the assumption that you ask asking:

"Why the fuck are you asking this?"

The answer the that is:

I wish to give objective opinions back to this board.

Thank you for your question, please adjust me if I've not answered you satisfactorily.

-jM
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Jeffsus

TRIBE Member
Work moved me to a frozen little city, "Alliston Ontario".

I was only 19 but it was there that my fortune was forever bound with the Japanese.

I was still a Catholic unpacking my shit in a room when Torry banged on my door and said "Hi!"

He was tall, and seemed friendly, and I don't remember what he said but he helped me unpack. He was about 24.

The house was on Nelson street, a very old Victorian home with more hallways and rooms than I care to count.

Mr. Lawrence was the landlord, he was about 70 years old or more, and he wanted to be Catholic, but his wife was a strict Baptist, and she wouldn't let us could any food that had "smell". That was her rule. So I was only 19 at that time but, and didn't know how to cook anything at all, so I ate a lot of bland food there.

I was sat at the kitchen table with a girl named Tash, but I called her "Tisch", because it's German for "table", and all we ever did was sit at the table. She was Korean and couldn't really hear the difference between Tisch or Tasch anyway, so, it was a small joke for me that made my food a little more spicey.

The baptist lady taught me that the area is the "banana belt" for snow. It was really cold there. I woke up at 6am in a freezing house and took a fast shower before getting outside with me and Tisch in weather that was seriously -20 or less. Into my crappy truck and driving to a Japanese factory where I was an engineer. I was beautiful, 19, freezing, and an engineer. My job was to program the robots how to spray paint onto Honda civics. My job was to calculate how fast the robots can move, how little electrostatic voltage to apply, and how little paint to use to still make the car look OK but cost less. So I did that job.

There was a metal iron bridge that walked over the robots to the place where I was supposed to do my job. The robots had the fortune of not actually having to walk anywhere. They didn't have to wear a gas mask or get checked for lighters or cigarettes.

No real person can breath through those masks, so I took it off every time, once I was inside the area. And I could smelll the fumes strongly, and I woke up that computer, and at least we had something together which we shared. All the wires I had laid, all the robots that moved in synchrony, all the paint and chemicals, the metal and traction and electricity under their feet, now, they all moved under my command. Shannon, that is the deathly smell of control.

My job was to measure every number and every metric, but, one day I made a mistake.

There are many robots required to paint a vehicle. And I was only 19. And at my keyboard, I controlled the entire facade. I started daydreaming the bliss of automation and a hangover. I pressed a key that made a big mistake.

When I came home to that big Victorian house, the only one there was Torry, the Norwegian. It was him who convinced me to go halfway up the stairs, to that small door, that, I hadn't even noticed was a door before.

It was soooo cold inside there, but I was exhilarated. Torry didn't care at all about my humiliation at work that day. I could see his breath hard, older, better than mine. He was Norwegian, but we were in Canada. And what room was this?

It was the Pipe Organ Room. Torry jumped down somewhere, I just looked up at all the pipes. Had Mr. Lawrence kept secret this Pipe Organ Room the whole time?

me> "Hey, Torry!"
Torry> "Come down here!"

We found a large circuit breaker. I was the electrical engineer, even though only 19, so he made me push it. It was an old breaker, like from 1920 or so, GE, I used two hands but it proved unnecessary. Blue sparks and ozone behind the metal, aha, the floor planks started vibrating and a deep bellow was pumping.

It was very cold in Alliston that night, and very cold in that room. Torry's beautiful skin was steaming a bit, I guess he was sweating, I was staring at him intensely. I'd never met a guy like that before. I was scared of being caught or maybe that the floor would break, but, he was Norwegian, or 24, so I trusted him, I don't know why,

The pipe organ was about four stories tall in this back room behind the small door we'd crawled. But the windows were rattling now because we'd awakened a giant.

Torry> "Jeff! Play something for me!"

This pipe organ had foot pedals. Torry started lighting candles in the space.

me> "Just one, then we have to go."

http://youtu.be/ipzR9bhei_o

MORE QUESTIONS PLEASE!!!
 

Jeffsus

TRIBE Member
what's your arrest / conviction rate ?
You need to be more specific please.

Criminial? 1:1

Summary? pfffff :1


Really?

I am sitting here, ready to answer your questions about everything, and that's all that tribe has?

Kinda disappointed.

-jM
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Jeffsus

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPlhKP0nZII

In High school, Sport Dan and I shared a locker.

I found a green marble Chalise from Sicily. On lunch hours, we'd go over to the Catholic church across from Bluevale and steal holy water. We put it into our locker, with garlic, and gregorian chants playing on, in those days, industrial PC speakers.

At some point, I was called out of my math class.

educator> "We have had some complaints about your locker."
me> "What do you mean?
educator> "Well, there is music playing from it.. right?"
me> "I have no idea what you mean."
educator> "Well, right outside this office, there are gregorian chants playing from your locker."
me> "Gregorian chants? What do you mean? That sounds pretty Catholic to me."
educator> "Yes, from your locker, we'll cut the lock if you don't open it."
me> "Are you calling me a Catholic?"
sport dan was escorted in at this point vaguely
educator> "I have no idea what you're talking about. Are you saying Catholic music is offensive?"
educator2> "It smells like garlic!"
me> "Are you saying garlic is Catholic? Like witschcraft?"
educator1> "No,...
and on and on

in the end, Sporty DAN saved the day!!

And we were continued to allowed to play our gregorian chants and garlic, and continue a font of true Catholic Holy water in our locker.

Sporty Dan, please, I miss you.

Jeff
 

Jeffsus

TRIBE Member
Can you really experience anything objectively?
Oh, this is a really good question.

I hope you don't mind if I rephrase it to: "Can ANYONE experience anything objectively?"

I really have to think about this.

There is a study of learning called "constructivism" which says that you must build further knowledge upon underlying knowledge. I guess I am answering the wrong question. I am answering, "Can one learn experience objectively?" and I am saying YES.

Can one experience anything objectively? "YES!" It amounts to a semantic node. But does it have any meaning? Well, that depends on the symantic associations.

So the answer is YES, anybody can experience an explicit experience.

-jM
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greginhali

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Constructivism is relevant.

Is experience filtered through a framework?

Is experience subjective or objective?

Is Seattle or Green Bay going to win?
 
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Jeffsus

TRIBE Member
Constructivism is relevant.

Is experience filtered through a framework?

Is experience subjective or objective?

Is Seattle or Green Bay going to win?
If I interpret you correctly, you are asking a question about pedagogy and also andragogy.

Yes, constructivism is relevant. From a neural semantic perspective, it is impossible to build new trees without having some relevance to earlier existing trees. When I say "trees" I mean it in the algorythmic way, if anyone wants more expliquation please let me know.

Regarding your question about experiance: you have framed the question as either subjective or objective. I understand why you do that. However, neither term is factually correct. Experience is a sum total of "qualia" which are, by nature, both objective (in the sense that real physical forces make you experience them) and subjective (in the sense that those influences are mixed with your previous experiences).

In that sense, consciousness is a differential equation. And on a large scale, it will play out in your brain, and in the brains with which you interact.

I do not know if Seattle or Green bay will win but I tell you this:

DOUGLAS BOOTH IS THE HOTTEST MAN ALIVE.

-jM
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Jeffsus

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Is experience filtered through a framework?
I'd like to expand on this further.

As a general polymath, I have spent my time in a chemists lab and in one way or another I have made Dimethyltryptamine. Small, very small, white crystals. Incredibly delicate and, potent.

The smell of DMT is not far from plastic, burning, a bit more choking. But you don't really have time to worry or think about that.

Because suddenly one is in a space... "Framework..." ha

I'd like a framework with Douglas Booth. I can't make DMT anymore, it's illegal. DP2P? MD4A? How is it possible that a government can make a plant illegal?

Dr. Shulgin lives on in my basement. There is a boy here, I love him, it's terrible to say but I do put new things into his mouth and ask him about it later. 20 mins later. 40 mins later. 60, 90, 120,

He is exactly like Douglas Booth and when he chooses to quit this job, I will compensate him wealthily if not healthily.

-jM
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greginhali

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i just googled qualia......... and it felt good.


I just googled Douglas Booth........ and emptiness


which leads me back to the orginal question.....Can you really experience anything

objectively?

Im leaning towards Buddhist philosophy of emptiness....rather the our experiences are

intertwined.
 

Jeffsus

TRIBE Member
i just googled qualia......... and it felt good.
I just googled Douglas Booth........ and emptiness
which leads me back to the orginal question.....Can you really experience anything objectively?
Well, I'm glad that you've asked this question. Again.

I suppose the answer is that you must have felt SOMETHING,

In order to google "qualia" you must have had that idea, ambiguous as it is, in your mind.

In order to respond to me about Douglas Booth, as empty a response his beautiful face may have caused you, you nonetheless remembered his name long enough to respond to me,

So these ideas did have cognitive impact on you, even if slightly.

I've written some software which addresses these fuzzy logic issues. I shouold like to train it to recognize beautiful men like Douglas Booth. Because, I, certainly, have very poor taste, until I'm drunk and high on cocaine. Which, should happen in about thirty minutes so long as my bell boy succeeds.

Cheers!

-jM
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