TIL about the origins of Vermont, the corporate yoke on government starting early, and a local business-raised militia… 12Mar14 | 0

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shays%27_Rebellion

  By early 1785 many influential merchants and political leaders were already agreed that a stronger central government was needed.

Quantum tomfoolery… 19Dec13 | Comments Off

Macroscopic examples of quantum behavior

I was thinking today that you could use one main east-west pipeline to connect the United States together with a superconductive mega-transmission line. You’d have to cool it, as we can’t have nice things like room temperature superconductors, but assuming we’re using massive permanent mega-renewable generation projects to exploit natural resources where they occur, I’m sure you could farm a bit of that off for use chilling coolant…and it turns out like most things I wonder about, someone else is on top of it already, it’s called a “SuperGrid”: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electric_power_transmission#Superconducting_cables

Speaking of quantum physics: ELI5 quantum black holes and our universe as a holographic projection

Which got me thinking to how those little strings interact with each other, in an imaginary world where I could generate the necessary graphics to visualize such things in realtime. The bits inside atoms squishing together, with their boundaries establishing how the components interact…

So, the universe does strange things with massive amounts of matter. Whether that mass is a black hole or a pair of butterfly wings. One apparently loosely interacting mostly according to rules of interaction between these strings due to higher, more distant rules of interaction. The quarks within our atoms within our bodies do not interact with the quarks in atoms across the living room.

Above a certain threshold of constituents of universal mass in a volume of spacetime (these tiny “one dimensional strings” of quantum theory), a black hole is formed. Functionally, for our purposes, anything that falls within (over the event horizon) is lost forever, and as far as we know also lost is any way to transmit information out of this incredibly dense place, as that ability is lost with the capture of all light (photons) that attempts to escape the force of gravity from all of these combined strings in such close proximity. Strange things…

Two questions arise…

What happens when a black hole reaches a critical mass? Is there such an event, and what happens if there is? Do strings pull closer yet and interact on an entirely new set of rules beyond those necessary to understand all currently observed universal activity?

I imagine it’d help us understand time before the big bang…

If a black hole explodes like a quasar, spewing material, matter, and energy in every direction, while other black holes are doing similar things in other areas, some of the outspewn matter would begin to coalesce around existing black holes that weren’t large enough to be pushed over the edge into genesis.

The net effect on the local matter ejected in a situation like this must appear very odd indeed, riding the explosion outward (kinda) into the vast expanse of the universe. The kinda is due to everything around you expanding away in every direction as the spewed material pushes in every directly away from everything else, somehow…now apparently in every direction, 14 billion years ago. Very strange things…

Light wouldn’t help you except to watch the entire thing unfold in extreme slow motion…if you have the patience and time of chaos, the sky, dark, and light itself.

The strings, these tiny spheres of influence, that the universe exists due to apparently have a tremendously smaller actual / internal volume than what appears to exists outside. Take the constituents of a proton compared to the constituents of an atom, or of an atom compared to a molecule. In each situation, a larger apparent sphere of influence is exerted upon a given volume of spacetime as more constituents join into the interaction. Varying distances between the underlying string spheres determines which set of rules is primarily going to govern the interaction. We see this as gravity pulling a glass of milk to the floor.

Reducing the dimensions simplifies the interaction, and oddly enough can apparently within some prescribed conditions predict the same net outcome as a more complex interaction including what we consider more distant set of rules, such as gravity. Being such a loose, unusual rule from a quantum standpoint, yet being the one we exist within, gives us a very odd viewpoint on both the nature of reality and makes quantum physics outside of the range of our instinctual common sense.

Reducing also simplifies the situation, as when we attempt to understands these universal little strings, they oddly enough can appear to be waves and particles at the same time. Because of the way they encode and transmit data on the surface of their area of influence. And to think we’re only really used to, in this huge, macro, epically distanced world that our instinctive common sense works best with, seeing the electrostatic force that prevents our fingers from reaching right through that glass of milk as it slips to the floor. Very very strange…

Or, this, to boil it down to a very concise summary as omgpro has done here.   Note that I’ve added italics…

“It’s not like there’s some magical thing that happens to quantum particles that doesn’t apply to bigger things. It’s just that things at different scales behave differently. At the scale of stars, gravity influences things billions and billions of miles away. If you scaled the distances and sizes down, there would be almost no gravitational effect. If you take a bridge and scale it up 10 times the size it will collapse.”

/ramble

The future of piracy? 27Feb13 | 1

How deeply does the government bother tracking “illegal” web traffic?  Who bothers paying money to operate an anonymizing webmail service.  If you can track the comings and goings of bitcoin payments by using this data trail to focus resources, you wouldn’t need to literally scour every last inch of traffic.  Unless there is so much processing power available it’s irrelevant.

Corporations wrote a very strange combination of horribly fucking invasive and very softhanded in this new law.  Showing that they’re basically an extortion arm of the government.  In effect.

Pay for all content, “ir”regardless.  If you don’t, the government has the ability to track back through to see if you are using various layers of security in all likelihood.  How long until the NSA and MPAA drop pretenses and join forces?  Like the various armament corporations did with our permanent standing army, and eventual “Endless War”.

Sigh…

The ravings of a mad man… 29Sep12 | 0

Author’s note:  I wrote these items over the course of perhaps two years, ending perhaps a year ago.  They’re a diverse collection of incomplete thoughts, generated at points in my life between the age of 5 and oh, 33?  They’re rather ephemeral and nebulous, I apologize that they are not particularly useful.  Maybe they’re slightly entertaining as art.

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I try so often to put things into containers.  To identify and label things.  I’ve read this is not the correct way to go about things, instead I should simply experience first without trying to understand, as my mental filters simply obscure the very thing I’m trying to describe.  So, with that in mind, I’m going to allow this thread to unwind.  Instead of being specific, I’m going to try to describe something in the most vague way possible.  It may be that if I paint a large enough picture, cast the net wide enough, I’ll manage to illuminate enough of the truth to get the point across.  Or, it may end up making no sense at all.

Spinning out into the void, raging silent and futile.   My tears mixing with the rain.  My pain and I simply am.  I simply see, feel the thunder.  Feel the night.  For a moment, I am ancient and eternal.  So young and foolish, so impatient.  The universe smiles and waits.  Or perhaps I just imagine it smiling.  It certainly waits.

I don’t put it this way at the time, but I’m fractured, broken…shattered into a thousand pieces.

Staring up into the sky, again feeling the pieces fit together like a child’s puzzle.  I can feel how close we are, and see exactly how wrong things continue to be.  I understand that they’d just have to stand and wait, that some lessons must be taught by the painful mistress of experience.  I’m so impatient. And after that brief moment of lucidity, I fall back into the same madness that saturates our shared delusion, a moment ago I swore I’d stay pure.  I laugh in my madness and try to smooth myself, integrate what I know to be true with what everyone play acts as our modern world.  Above, and in every direction, the rest of the universe patiently waits…maybe if I keep chipping away…

I mock the world, our world.  I directly face and taunt it.  I lay out on the table that I see right through.  I’ve been here before.  I remember.  I feel apprehensive.  What if the world isn’t ready to be taunted?  I rage against my fear, and rail at how slow change comes about, turmoil…

I feel threads I’ve explored before resurface.  Familiar concepts.  I’ve been here.  The truth.  What to do with it.  How do I grab hold of it and run?  Is that even possible?

I wish for a moment that I made more sense, as I write this.  But that actually came later…

Feeling uneasy in my skin.  Cold.  Waiting.  Breath out.  I feel better.

What do you do if you can see something mapped out before you?  What can anyone possibly say?  I helplessly acknowledge the cards I’m dealt and marionette along the proscribed path, as the puppet I am.

I try in vain to remember.  If I try to pin it down, it swoops away like the tiny mote, the dust bunny of a memory that it is.  Slowly I approach, carefully stalking my prey.  I become still and allow myself to return.

I remember that we live in Eden.  It has always been here, always will be.  This is still Eden.  Original sin, what an amusing concept.  Animals waking up, blinking dumbly in the bright light of the morning.  Attempting to piece together the fragments of dream into something that makes sense…

How far back does it go?  I’m going about this incorrectly.  For as long as I can remember.  Raindrops from a clear summer sky…I look up…

I circle time warily.  A tempo, a beat to reality.  I am so terribly self-centered, I amaze myself.  I am immediately surprised that it is possible to notice such a thing.  I cast the stone out, trying to pass the hot potato, I tire of the responsibility.

I’ve dropped into that vast single point of time, dipped my toe.  I’ve danced around it, am dancing around it.  Could I sink so fully into it that I look up and out from that vantage point?  Attention.  Something about measuring the state of an object defining the object.  Strange.  I must try this, sinking so fully into that moment that I disappear.  Or rather, I suddenly land Awakened in my own skin?

I try to slice time.  Try to dance around that central beat.  This time, instead of circling it, with intent I use that inaudible drum to provide counterpoint to my selfishness.  Such vast distances between one moment and the next.  How much time we waste when we do not pay attention…

I sucked them up like you would a milkshake.  Like a vapor.  I hurled it out the window, dangled it out the window in what I took as a grotesque fashion.  How can imagination be so vivid?  How can it be so shared?

Around the same time roughly, I disappeared into the couch.  I had no where else to go, I couldn’t just keep bouncing around the room…  I dropped straight down through the cushions, hurtling thousands of feet down.  At the bottom of this well there was a stone cylinder, unsupported from the bottom.   I guess the top was back where I started from.    It was inscribed or engraved, and tapered to a point, like a plumb bob, but a mile long…

I assumed that it was me, where else could I disappear to?

I look across the table.   I swear I did not say that out loud.  It turns out it doesn’t matter if I’m two feet away or fifty feet away.  How can silence be so loud, so material, so connective?

Why, am I deaf?  My lesson is to listen,  I am so good at listening…is it that no one else is talking?  I’m missing something…to wish impossible things…crazy, or just particularly loud?

This music is so damn good.  How can this be random?

What if I created the most perfect song that I could, and no one ever got it?  They nodded their heads, enjoyed the single.  Played it on the radio.  And completely failed to listen, to hear.  I can’t understand…I wish I made more sense.  This is the later I was referring to…

Ten Cent Days – Ten Dollar Album 01Jul12 | 0

Ten Cent Days recently released their first offering, a record titled Ten Dollar Album.  Having followed the evolution of the majority of the music on this album by venturing forth to various local venues over the past year or two in order to regularly to enjoy the obvious potential of this album’s creative director, Caleb Banas, I thought I was in a reasonable position to take a stab at a decent review of the album after the band recently requested this through various social media websites.  After spending a bit of time contemplating the matter at hand and making many revisions while attempting to put to the written word exactly how music that makes me feel and think makes me feel and think, I came away with a new appreciation of just how difficult of a task it is to stay concise, clear, and meaningful…hats off to lyricists everywhere!  Oh, brevity truly is the soul of wit…now, to mediate between the band and you, constant reader…with shorter, tighter, and more concise verbiage…

What is a Ten Cent Days, you may wonder?  Ten Cent Days is self described as a ‘flea market’ of musicians who each have an ‘eclectic style with a dirty old-timey twist’ and interestingly Victorian-era inspired garb…they are also percussion, various stringed instruments, melodica, bass, various guitars, and a lot of singing!  They are typically of an acoustic mindset, although a small handful of heavier numbers incorporate a little fuzz into the mix.  Haunting, dark, desolate, complex, beautiful, joyous…Ten Cent Days are all of these things and more.  Unfortunately I have no personal experience with other bands that may provide a frame of reference for you to easily hook into, so I must do with this incomplete description: while the basic melody of the acoustic folk music is fundamentally straightforward, the complex layering of instrumentation and vocal harmonies creates a rather unique sum that only rarely delves into any kind of conventional rock or pop sensibility.

Ten Dollar Album opens with a rather dark number titled “October”, and closes with a rather dark number titled “Country Folk Death Song”, somber and slightly irreverent, respectively.  In between, songs internally swing from downtempo dirges describing utter dejection that seamlessly transition to uptempo and remarkably beautiful rejections of suffering.  The transmutation is a joy to behold, and it is a process that repeats within many of the songs.  This is certainly not homogeneous and commoditized modern pop or rock!

Across the album, the songs are nearly universally a cathartic release of the lyricist’s personal turmoil.  As with all great art, there is more than enough room internally for the music, the tone, and meaning to be instantly relatable.  This is no simple task considering how intensely personal the moments are that have been condensed and distilled.  Combining the relatable lyrics and tone with the band’s deft interplay of melody and harmony quickly hooks the listener, allowing one to listen past discomfort until they’re faced with the bare and honest truth of the recorded experience.

Only got a minute, and need an instantly accessible song?  Try Only in Theory.  Appetite whetted and want something more complex to sink your teeth into?  Try Black Marbles.  Ready for a deep and beautiful musical foray that explores what it means to be human?  Put on your listening ears along with the best pair of headphones you can track down, and try Flowers for Rick.

I’d highly recommend Ten Dollar Album to anyone whose taste for music runs deeper than the Top 40.  This may not the most immediately enjoyable record that you will come across this year as it is quite often very dark and intensely personal…but after allowing the album a place to live and grow in your heart, you will find the songs are timeless and that you’ll soon be coming back for repeated listenings.

This listener is personally quite interested in what the future holds for Ten Cent Days!

Find Ten Cent Days…

On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tencentdays

On ReverbNation: http://www.reverbnation.com/tencentdays

Stream and buy Ten Dollar Album on BandCamp:  http://tencentdays.bandcamp.com/