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have you ever tried to contemplate genius? being in the presence of someone when tey figure something out that you have absolutely no clue how they are thinking about it and then watch them give you a solution that was just complete way over your head that it was like it was almost magic.

what truly amazes me are those that are truly gifted in some way - how they can look at something, understand it down to the core without ever having seen it before, and mastering it better than even the person who created it... as if whatever that something was, was created specifically for that person to use it.

don't get me wrong, I have a great respect for those who have toiled and strived to become masters in whatever it is they do. Many times the effort put into learning an ability surpasses that of the natural talent. I've heard the story many times (or imagined that I heard it)... the phenomenon burns out, wastes talent... I'd blame that on lack of guidance (and not necesarily on the phenom - although there is some culpability there still)

but I'm sure there is some rhyme and reason about why things are they way they are, if only to show that slow and steady will win the race (probably something like a marathon or a tri and not a sprint)...

so, since life is a marathon, knuckle down, buster.

still, I am guilty of many sins, but I am grieviously weak with envy... I look at other people and imagine - man, I wish I could do that, or be like that, or have that... In my mind I imagine people look at me and think the same thing and I am flattered yet disappointed, because outward appearances are never what they seem... then I imagine that there has to be some type of strife or turmoil in that person's life and some how my life doesn't suck even remotely as much as I thought it did... seriously though, if you were given everything you ever wanted, then would you appreciated any of it? especially if it just came to you with no effort?

yeah, right - you'd be so bored. basically, I'm trying to get to the point so that I can say, if I need this, I want it to be availble to me.

of course there are many things that I probably desire that I don't need... and the things that I wanted, I got, and now never use... you life just get's bogged down with all this stuff and you don't know what to do with it. it just takes up space.

let's think about it, what would I need in a home to be comfortable, with no uber-excess (perishables and utility items aside)... fully and completely loaded laptop, printer, a good couch, a tv, dvd player/recorder, dvr, cable and broadband, wireless, medium frying pan, medium pot, cookie sheet, roasting pan, oven, stove, fridge/freezer, two spatulas (rubber and cooking), large spoons (slotted and non-slotted), mixing bowl, scissors, can/bottle opener, measuring cups/spoons, chopping board, knives (santoku, chef, utility, pairing), a good bed, pillows, dresser, sheets, vacuum, mop, broom, dust pan, duster, towels (bath, kitchen, cleaning), 2 dinner sets (plates, bowls, silverware, glasses, cups), fully and completely loaded tool set, cell phone, charger, toothbrush, various lamps/lights, at least 500 sq ft, powercords, power strips... and probably a number of other things that I can't think of right now, but basically stuff like that to minimize my needs and to be relatively comfortable... although I probably won't be entertaining many people.

if my life starts going down hill, i am going to look for sponsors and be the dude that never leaves his house and has camera's everywhere so I don't have any privacy except for when I use the bathroom... of course I'd probably try to get them to build a house that I never want to leave... also, going to church will be a problem, although I could always have mass at my house...

well, now I'm just dreaming... I'll probably post this later, so no one will really read it... at least. that's the plan.

so I just read that it is estimated that in 10 years 4 billion people will have a mobile phone... this is out of an estimated 7 billion people in the world.

given advaces in IP technology, every digital device on the planet will be able to have an IP address.

for those who don't understand the implications of that - it basically means that everything that can send and receive any kind of digital data (so pretty much anything - can be networked.

from a tech arch perspective, I can't imagine how security, asset management, software management, will be handled...

from a eutopian (eu = good) perspective, people will be able to communicate to emergency services, keep tabs on their kids, put criminals on an electronic leash, track any wireless networked device... possibilities are endless...

also everything could potentially be hacked...

but hey, you take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the facts of life...

given that technology doubles every ten years, every accomplishment we made in the last century will essentially be condensed into the first 14 years of this century.

the only problem I forsee is if our moral and ethical advancement will keep in pace with our technological achievements...

we are in an age where true democracy can be realized... (not a democratic republic - and until we get rid of the electoral college it's like a democratic republic republic)

of course that would mean that everyone would need to be effectively informed of everything on which they would be voting for...

which would mean that the media will have a tremendous influence.

so everyone, start buying up stock in media corporations... and sit on it until 2020.

people are already figuring out how to market digital media, so you can see the curve in the road coming up...

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of course, I could be completely wrong and we could be suddenly thrown back a couple centuries in technology...

think global ice age or ELE...

but that's just the pessimist in my coming out.

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well, back to work.

So kimmie and I have a debate regarding the lyrics to Insomnic by Billy Pilgrim (which is the name of the band, not a single person, and is taken from Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-five main character)

she posted her thoughts last week... I'm posting mine now.

so here's my theory...

be sure to formulate your own before you read this because I don't want it to influence you... but you might think it's dumb so there is probably no danger in that...

I can see you, don't even know you,
falling into the sheets at night

[so this is me telling you what I think the lyrics are about - he's in his bedroom in his apartment, and he can see out the window... maybe just a crack because he has drapes that are covering most of the window - in any case, he can see, across the way, a woman going to bed]

I place my hands flat on my chest
I feel the heart beat back the night

[he lies back into bed, and he is experiencing what we call "a crush"]

I try counting sheep, and I talk to the shepherd
And I play with my pillow for ever and ever

[umm, he can't sleep - he's probably thinking about her in some capacity or another]

I sit alone and I watch the clock
I breathe in on the tick and out on the tock

[still trying to sleep and get his mind off her]

[refrain:]

I can hear your bare feet on the kitchen floor
I don't have to have these dreams no more
Cause I've found someone just to hold me tight
Hold the insomniac all night

[he imagined what it would be like to be with the stranger across the way, dreaming about her, but now, he has found somone real, and he no longer has to dream about the stranger, because there is someone to hold him...

of course - that was the refrain and hence the epilogue, but we go back to before - when he was still dreaming about the stranger across the way]

Dig my head down deep so I can't hear the cars outside on the street
And the stars are laughing
They get a kick out of my misery
I tried everything short of Aristotle to Dramamine
And the whiskey bottle

[STILL trying to get to sleep, he's miserably because he doesn't (at this time) have someone to love - and now he's becoming a paranoid, philosophical, alcoholic - poor guy... :-P]

Pray for the day when my ship comes in
I can sleep the sleep of the just again

[Basically, he's wishing that finally his turn will come for love, and they he doesn't have to dream and/or be kept up all night about thoughts about a woman he doesn't know and can only see from a distance - once he finds love, he can sleep peacfully... Back to the refrain a couple more times and a happy ending because the refrain implies that he found somone...]

SO, that's my two cents...

what do you think?

I'm really in the mood for breakfast right now.

maybe because it's lunch... maybe it's because this protein bar I'm eating has a bad after taste...

I have no idea why, but I'd really like some bacon... I've noticed that it's really hard to get decent bacon at fast food places.

I think they should make a crispy bacon stick... kind of like a slim jim, but bacon. but it can't taste like the imitation bacon bits, because those are too salty.

you know what? I'm not sure, but I think I remember trying to eat rice with the imitation bacon bits. I don't think it was all that bad, besides the fact that I had to balance out the saltiness of four or five imitation bacon bits with about two spoonfuls of rice...

I was probably in college, and I don't think I did it more than once. it could very well have been during summer vacation when I was in highschool and I was just too lazy to cook.

they should make these rice balls with something type of meat or vegetable in the middle so you can have a meal to go. you know, add some salt so that it helps preserve it a little better, make it a little moist so that it doesn't dry out in your lunch box. Oh! better yet, they should also but individual sections in the lunch box, so you can separate the rice from fruit or veggies or even some type of meat. they could even put a lid on it and put a picture or something - you know, to help market it. maybe even putting a place where you can put a cup or something so you can have something to drink too...

when I say "they", I really mean "someone"...

but who am I kidding. it'll never happen. I'll have to make my own sectioned lunch box and take it with me... I guess I'll have to keep throwing money away to get something to drink.

they have drinks in a machine, but they don't have pre-wrapped bacon...

"well... can you blame them?"

yeah!

there are a few ideas that have been bouncing around my mind...

this idea for this Christmas music video... or... winter season music video, as the premise is a little to intense to be lumped in with Christmas...

this idea for a movie short... although it still needs to be written and produced...

home improvements... time and money are an issue, always... but hey, you can make time if you try...

I just don't try anymore...

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Has anyone noticed that your typing becomes a bit more inconsistent... a bit more sloppy... when you are tired?

I can barely string a few words together without a typo, imagine the damage that I could do if I were piloting a space ship...

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well, probably not much considering how much space is actually in space

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that's actually pretty funny if you think about it.

space.

there is a lot of space.

not much space there.

space case.

ace of space.

kevin space.

space race.

outer space.

outer limits.

speed limit.

term limits.

term paper.

paper weight.

weight bench.

bench mark.

mark twain.

twain spool.

spool thread.

thread string.

string theory.

groove theory.

more volley for server.

sporty.

spice.

sugar.

coffee.

cake.

birthday.

party.

hat.

trick.

ho.

rake.

leaves.

gold.

hue.

contrast.

brightness.

sun.

star.

space.

frontier...

gotta fine a way. a better way.

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random word association.

I assure you, mine are no better or worse than what you can derive.

having a record of all that was IM'd is a very important tool.

it is.

There are numerous occaisions where windows have to be closed at a rapid pace to avoid clutter and to maintain appearances of productivity, so messages can get lost.

addresess...

phone numbers...

instructions...

important details that would have completely been overlooked or forgotten had the logging not been in place.

I only wish I could have someone, akin to a court reporter - although only for my benefit (not to the benefit of others) - typing down my every word so that I might be able to reflect upon what had been said.

I probably would be able to keep track of all my goings-on instead of relying on my memory, which I regret to say, is like a steel trap...

with a few teeth missing.

as I said, the transcript of my conversations would be for my own personal use; to double check conversations so that I can verify the veracity of my statements when I am not altogether sure of their integrity, while I feign implicit knowledge.

Also, to reference what was said to me, as a record so that I might be able to reiterate the exact words to the person who, for one reason or another, might have had a lapse in memory.

to be fair, though, everyone should have their own personal "conversation reporter", if you will... then each conversation will have redundant records of what was said.

It is important to note, however, that the conversation reports must record what was said and not what each person thought s/he had said...

this is the precise reason why miscommunication occurs.

one person thinks something, but doesn't exactly say, exactly, what s/he means. then the other person hears something, but doesn't exactly remember what, exactly, was said...

it's like the telephone game with four people, but each person is partially deaf and cannot completely pronouce each syllable...

from brain to mouth to ear to brain...

something gets lost in the translation...

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of course, the conversation reporters would have to be non-entities, hence not really people, because they could never be allowed to interact within the conversation. if they participate in the conversation, then they are no longer objective, and therefore any testimony would be deemed in admissible by me.

or whoever.

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I guess, then, everyone should wear a bug with infinite storage space or something connected wirelessly.

retention periods for this would have to be at least 50 years, so storage capacity requirements could easily be in the yotta's of bytes, depending on recording quality... of course, if transcribed, text is easily compressible and searchable, so we might just need exabytes...

processing speeds would need to be ridiculous though... quantum level probably.

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let's see...

6 billion people, 50 year retention period, 7000 words/day for women, 2000 words/day for men...

which is 4.86 words/minute for women and 1.39 words/minute for men..

At any given minute I'm guessing that 2/3's of the coversations out there are woman to woman (both women can probably talking simultaneouly and still hear what each other is saying), 1/6 is woman to man (but really 19/20 of that conversation would be just the woman talking), 1/6 is man talking to man - but as men usually talk one at a time...

so...

[6 billion * 2/3 * (4.86*2)] + [6 billion * 1/6 * 19/20 * 4.86] + [6 billion * 1/6 * 1/20 * 1.39] + [6 billion * 1/6 * 1.39]

which breaks down to...

6 billion * {[2/3 * (4.86*2)] + [1/6 * ((19/20 * 4.86) + (1-1/20 * 1.39))]}

which is...

45 billion words/minute...

37.5 billion words/minute is what it would words per minute are if you just add the average woman and men words per minute, which is close... but I think the 45 billion is more accurate...

so average number of letters per word is 5.3...

each letter being a byte...

222 gigabytes per minute...

so...

312 terabytes per day...

which is...

111 petabytes per year...

with a 50-year retention period...

that would be about 5.4 exabytes...

give or take due to rounding...

so given 1,073,741,824 gigs per exa...

that would take 5.4 million 200-GB hardrives...

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and that's just to store it...

you would need a lot more than that to transcribe it from recorded voice...

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so I wonder... how well can Big Brother really be listening? How good can echelon really be?

he's gotta be gunning for you, I bet...

just, don't get on his bad side I guess...

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seriously...

don't.

it just begins again...

there really should be three day weekends... simply due to the fact that Muslims hold Friday as the day of rest and worship, Jews the Sabbath is Saturday, and Christians have Sunday...

three days is perfect for a weekend. it would allow those who work too much during the week to get real quality time with their family, still have time to do a project or two, and then run errands that are usually held for the weekend.It also gives the devout time to worship...

to compensate, we could work 9 hour or 10 hour days (since many of us work that anyways) and corporate america should be saited... (but that, of course, would never be true... corporate america will never be satisfied.)

when pinky and the brain take over the world, I will ask them to hook up the three-day weekend...

or maybe I will see if I can get a bill introduced into congress that will force business to allow three-day weekends...

dammit...

I gotta get to work.

in an effort to curb the post-lunch, circadian trough I occasionally venture into the office kitchen and create a hot chocolate/coffee beverage...

ingredients as follows:
1 packet hot chocolate
1 tablespoon creamer
10 oz. Starbucks Coffe (hopefully previouslybrewed by a co-worker)

now, many times I use red bull to rescue me from the pit of drowsiness, but I heard that it is not very good for you...

whatever.

so I randomly opt for the hot chocolate/coffee drink.

and for some reason, I feel more jittery from that then I do from the red bull...

so one has to wonder, which drink is less healthy for one's body?

I am sitting here, wide-eyed and twitchy, unable to focus...

... well, I guess that is not so far from the norm, save the twitchiness...

but my leg is bouncing at such an incredible rate that I think I have raised the temperature in the room a good 2 degrees F.

and it is a big room.

so I have to go to a meeting now.

just in case you care.

:-P

there is a game we play...

we, meaning lorie and I and my sisters, and sometimes eric...

oh... and maybe a couple of other people...

it is not so much a game that we announce that we are playing, nor do we realize that we play it most of the time, but it is a game nonetheless...

the game consists of one person quietly humming or singing a song, maybe with words, maybe without while other people are around...

the game is won when you get someone else in the room to start singing the song out loud...

kind of a pseudo-subliminal prompting...

you know you lost when you starting singing the song and the other person says... "Haha, gotcha!" or something similar...

you lose big time when you start belting it out...

it is quite fun, but you feel silly because you just got taken, and you cannot exact payback right away, because there are no tag backs...

not because it is not allowed, but because once someone gets you, then they will be aware, and not be susceptible...

at least not for a few minutes...

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for some unknown reason or another, I have Gloria Estefan's "Come on shake your body baby, do the Conga" on repeat in my head (and it is just that line). It is stuck and it is quite annoying, yet, I feel like actually doing the conga... :-P

even though I have no clue as to how.

it is just so damn catchy...

I know I cannot control myself any longer...

[as he shimmies and shakes]

and yes.

I am at work.

I can see that...

I would like Marvel to create the first Biological book on its mutants and the breakdown of the technology used ascertain the information contained therein.

Seriously, I would like to know the anatomy, physiology, and bioelectrical chemistry, and neurological activity of mutants regarding their different "gifts".

I mean, how can the simple manipulation of genes turn ordinary eyes into inter-dimensional openings between this universe and a non-Einsteinian universe - (not to mention the psionic field generated by Cyclops's mind which allows Cyclops's eyes [hee hee] to contain the photon-like particles [you know... the ones that create a concussive blast when interacting with matter from our universe] - this same field also accounts for his immunity to his own blasts)?

Or how does same "accident" of genes create a biochemical and biophysical reaction that allows the individual (Nightcrawler) to instantaneously jump from one dimension to the next and back again resulting in line of sight teleportation?

On top of that, how they heck do you figure out that it is an opening between universes or a biochemical/physical reaction? What kind of equipment exists that can tell you that?

But fiction is fiction. I really should not get so wrapped up with the nuances of a universe that can change on a whim of a new writer or editor...

I wonder if the attention to detail is what keeps trekkies so enthralled [read: obsessed] with that whole universe...

In any case, I can understand healing factors and psionics - telekinetics, telepathy, astral projection - because theoretically that is just a matter of energy conversion/manipulation.

If you would like to see evidence on this, please refer to the "Of course, I do not have evidence to support this conclusion but it sounds good, does it not?" book.

But come on, genius one minute, supersmart-stretchy-I-do-not-have-to-follow-the-rules-of-conservation-of-mass man (a la Reed Richards) after a dose of gamma radiation? Usually gamma rays cause death and cancer... not invisibile shield generation or a flame boy... (the Fantastic 4 and Spider-man would have had to go through some painful gene therapy to get what they have, not to mention re-writing human biology)

but that is not the mutation to which I am referring anyways.

I am talking about Bobby Drake turning into living ice. I am talking about Kitty Pryde phasing through walls. I am talking about Remy LeBeau changing potential energy into "explosive" kinetic energy.

Those types of powers would be cool. Except, I would probably not be very responsible with them (well, just at the beginning)...

but really...

if it is all just energy conversion of some sort, then it would break it down into mind over matter...

unfortunately, that means since I do not have a mind, it really does not matter...