Thursday, September 25, 2008

Non-Linearity

So we're studying non-linearity in electronics. About time, I say. The world is not linear. I'll stand by that. You'll find some things that are pretty much linear, and you'll find some living creatures that are natural snack foods. But not many, and that's the point.

As a general rule, things are non-linear. It's man forming the world in his own image when he says that the world can be imagined as linear. It's an easy compromise.

Give me those harmonics, that intermodulation distortion. Mmm, tasty.

We study steady state, but there is no steady state. Everything, at best, is transient. Most stuff just isn't really comprehensible. We'll try, nay, even make progress. But we're all just sophomoric adolescents wandering around the world trying to make sense of it all.

Our minds are too small to fit reality inside. We can only ever hope to fit glimpses and unusual revelations.

Science is flawed. We will never make it. We will always remain ignorant and insufficient. We think and we think and suddenly we realise that it's not about understanding.

When God introduced himself to the people of Israel in Exodus, he didn't say "Ok Moses, tell them that it was this massive being that sent you, who is omnipotent and omnipresent, and all loving and all that kind of stuff, y'all understand?"

No.

He said "Tell them that the I AM sent you." You know the beingness. Yahweh. The one who was and is and is to come and bes without the shackles of time. He is what we are made in the image of. (Note well that proper theology tells us that God does think and does actually understand everything.)

We do not think first of all. We are.

And all this non-linearity reminds us that the world is more complicated that we can ever possibly imagine.

We stand on the edge of the ocean looking at shells and weird rocks. The ocean of reality stands totally undiscovered before us.

Rock on,
Peter

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

The Wood

The wood of the floor shakes with the ringing of the strings and the skins.

The people dance on.

Peter

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Loose Cannon

The moral of the story is: if you're going to get a loose cannon to do your business, he will eventually turn to fire even on you.

The real moral of the story is: be that loose cannon. That way it can never fire on you.

Peter

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Chaotic Nihilism

Just as I starting thinking that everything was safe and fine and Yankee-Doodle-dandy I saw the light at the end of the tunnel that turned out to be a train that was shipping the coal that fires the urban industry to destroy the world and cut down the rainforests and provide free hugs to make it all better when what we really need is a revolution to tear down the establishment and haste the day when our faith shall be sight to the blind and begging cripples in the gutter that make our society miserable just like it was when we abandoned the widows and the fatherless and the single mothers with screaming toddlers hanging off their strong but tired arms that can't form fists no more because they have learned that it is impossible to dole out the compassion when your community doesn't support you and the government tries to take away your kids and the man in your life isn't and the sun doesn't shine like it used to when the clouds were rolled up in Zeus' sleeve with Athena sitting in wisdom and judgement and confrontation to the failed manhood of our perverse generation that tries to make the wrongs right and the rights wrong and everything that's black white and everything that's grey black and all things melt into a single pot of paranoid delusion that hides the yellow fear that drives us all underground to where no one can see us and no one can touch us and nothing really seems to bother us and time stands still for but a moment when we can escape escape and catch our breath before the working week steals us all away until the next Friday rolls along and brings back the beer and the booze that returns us to what we thought we were meant to be doing but what we'd realise is so pointless if we just bothered to get a job that we enjoyed doing which could bring us fulfilment and vitality that would unite the fiefdoms and factions and return the world to the Garden of Eden when man and woman were united with God and when nature was in harmony with itself and nothing else mattered but that crafty serpent that brought down the whole world by tempting Adam to betray God by choosing Eve, and ultimately dooming all men to face that constant struggle of God or the girl, the prototypical case where everything blends down to selfish decisions and morally ambiguous notions that guide a young man into madness and folly that infects the brain like a Chaotic Nihilism that Nietzsche would wet the bed and wake up screaming if he ever dreamt something so raw and angry.

Peter

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Odd

Odd creature that I am, so fearful and yet so resourceful.
Victorious so far, but constantly assuming failure around the corner.

So I've got just one more thing to say
Before we all go blow the world away
I've got just one more thing to do
Before the CERN LHC chews you

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Peter

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Man's Programming

"So why do you want to change your life?"
"I was thinking that I maybe one day I would be something, that I would be cool and be awesome and that everyone would respect me. It doesn't matter if I were good or bad or even downright evil, so long as people noticed me. Absolutely blending in I barely exist, it's as if I didn't matter. Unable to affect the world for good or for bad, I am static, insignificant and infinitesimal. Non-zero but not measurably by any means. If I would just do something big, I might get noticed, even for just a little while."
"What are you going to do?"
"Anything. Anything big, that would get noticed. I could commit a crime so great that I would be heralded as a monster, a demon in the flesh, a clock of flesh that steals the time of life. I could become a sacrifice, a burnt offering of blood and veins to appease the deity of publicity. I could do amazing good. Save the world! I could invent, create, sing, inspire. I could leave a legacy of truth and salvation. I could make the dead rise, the blind see, the deaf hear and the mute speak. Anything and everything is possible and I will do it all in a single day!"
"When will you do this?"
"Never. It is all impossible. All these things are true, and all things are false. Nothing I say is written, and nothing written is said. I reach into the depths of my conscience and I find anomalous dissonance of character, spite and programming. In the forge of my youth the hammer fell on my mind with my heart on the anvil and I was shaped! Shaped by hands of parents, peers, society, teachers, artists, poets, soldiers, philosophers, preachers, children, talkers, whisperers, shouters and politicians. Forged like an axe to cut, like a bow to shoot, rifled to twirl, a Caesar to conquer, an Alexander to be Great, a Madonna to be pictured."
"How did you become this way?"
"When a man goes to make a machine, he plans. He lists, and he extrapolates. He refines his vision until even others can see it clearly. Like the stars on a cloudless night, he envisions. And using the daemonaic languages of farce and brutality, he qualifies his wrath into quantified instruction. Instruction! An endless stream of specifics, detailing every case. No room for adjustment, no freedom, no sense of unreliability. This is the goal. No variation! No variance gives infinite power. Compiled by covert forces into the assembly language of man. The teachings, instructions and precepts that guide a boy into his life. That direct his steps and make him do everything single detailed and damned thing that he has been told to do. This is what I am. A machine running instructions. As specified by the manufacturer, with a warranty, a shelf life, a users manual and no variation!"
"But are you not master of your own destiny?"
"Oh course. That is part of my programming. I am programmed to make choices, to weigh up the options, to chose! But at every choice, I only do what I want. I do nothing else but that which I chose to do. I am constrained by my own preference, by my own desires. And where, great questioner, do my desires come, from?! Every answer to every question is cooped up inside my upper thinker and answers are retrieved from the programmed space and are loaded into my desires at precisely the right time. I have total freedom. I can chose without interference. But I will always do what I want. And what I want I have been programmed to want. I cannot want to want anything else, because I don't want to. I cannot want to do something besides my programming."
"What of rebellions?"
"All are nought. A sociopath is merely a robot that has been programmed with less than the greatest finesse. My childhood however, was one of decency and qualification. Of diligence and manhood, of morality and simplicity. I will not become a psycho because it is not in my veins. This is the catch: I could become a sociopathic killer, it would need to be gradual. But I won't. It's not that I couldn't or that I wouldn't think of it in an idle moment. It's that I absolutely can't due to a missing entry in the look up table of my manhood. My identity is in my work, in obsessive perfectionism that leads to creative works that spring from an imagination of dogs, demons, daughters and devices rich with mathematics and machines, problems that fall to my scrutiny and morals that would make any artist put away his misgivings about society."
"Then, are you a good man?"
"Yes, undoubtedly. But good is reserved for those who are under ultimate Grace and those who have been forgiven their sins of the trespasses of indecency and hatred. Sing a song of salvation, oh!, it is good to be free! But in all that, where is my concern that all of this is an illusion, that underneath humanity is a skin laid so bare that it is but matter! Matter makes a secular humanist of a soul leaving no tears and no laughter and only the stone cold singing of an arrow fletch with a shaft and a head buried deep in the once beating heart of a Christian! Evolution, and survival of the fittest. One idea supplants another and sadness is replaced with joy. Or at least madness is replaced with reason and the jovial emotions are left unscarred. But unlikely. Nihilism is where this all leads and nihilism is where it all ends."
"Then you are rejecting what you were programmed to do?"
"Impossibly so. But not so much rejecting, as confirming what it is all along. Many words leave meaning obscured and lack of decent forethought means that no change in views is possible. I am left with nothing, not even the great fortunes of life, money, freedom and education. I am left with jagged edges of a man I once knew as myself. I project myself onto imagined characters to hide the true intentions of my fiendish spell of letters. I am Iago and I will deceive my Othello self into killing me Desdemona demons and my Angela angels with swords of confusion and grace and dignity and lust and certainty and joy and vicious hatred and calm embarrassment. Vomit your programming because that is what you are programmed to do! Chase away the thoughts of vain predestination because you are flying free! Jump out of yourself because you want to and you want to want to and you want to want to want to want to. You can't do anything else, and nor can I because we are both alike in that manner. The concious mind isn't so, and the unconscious mind is so unpredictable. Alice never figured out the Mad Hatter but it didn't matter. I am through with my programming and I am through with myself."
"So there is a way out?"
"Yes and no. I can end the program. Step out of The Matrix, take the red pill and wake up in the real world. But the operating system might keep running the background, a higher order Matrix that completely contains the first. And N orders of Matrices which are multiplied on the left before it. I could accept it, move on and chase after money, success and women. I could try a third possibility and very likely go insane. Or I could waste everything on fruitless thinking that aches my brain and forces you to keep interrogating me."
"Then should we stop now and talk tomorrow?"
"A good idea. Then we shall never talk again."

Peter

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Patriot Day

If you refuse to be afraid
Why are your pants so wet?
A mental fatality

Your freedom is stayed
Why make laws you'll regret?
Just herd mentality

Hurt yourself and refuse aid
We are our greatest threat
Belt and suspenders for our morality

Death at the Trade
But life is an option yet
You can change reality

Peter

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Political Results

I don't want to vote for Obama for US president this year.
I don't want to vote for McCain for US president this year.

I find it objectionable to vote for someone who supports abortion.
I find it objectionable to vote for someone who's got oil spilling out the ears.

If I'm feeling pragmatic, I'll do some quick research on the possible candidates and choose.

If I'm feeling idealistic, I might abstain if I can't find any qualifiers.

Peter

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Code

Code, I speak in code
Code, I write in code
Code, for machines understand and men to abstain
Code, for reckless villains and charming princesses
Code, for violence and confusion
Code, I speak and write in code
Code, for safety and security
Code, to minimise risk and catch every special case
Code, to hide in myself and never get out
Code, to blacken the whiteness and gray out everything in the whole world
Code, I speak and write in code
For no one to understand me

Peter

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Nine Inch Nails + Sewing

So I figure that seeing as I will be a bachelor for an unforeseeable (and perhaps infinite) time to come, I have no reason to absolutely rock out the home economics skills, the sewing skills, the cooking skills and the other skills usually considered to be 'home-making.'

I'll tell you, you figure out why thimbles were invented pretty quick when you're in the situation where you actually need one!

And man! Knotting thread is a rigorous exercise in practical 3D geometry! Gak!

It also helps to have some really industrial music to listen to while you work.

Peter

Monday, September 1, 2008

Spring: A New Thing

The dude on the big chair said "Yo! Ch-check it out! I'm making everything new!" Then, "Scribble away, cause I'm on to something awesome here."

This spring, I finish my BE(hons). This spring, I'll do a new thing.

Rock on,
Peter