Peering Into The Heavens

It's evening in Florence, Italy. A young Galileo peers into the night sky. A pious passerby, Urban, espies the event and approaches Galileo.

Urban 
Good evening my son. Turns his gaze to the sky. It truly is a beautiful sight.

Galileo
It certainly is.

Urban 
God has blessed us with a beautiful wonder.

Galileo removes his hat and holds it above him, peering deep into his hat.

Urban 
What is it you are doing, my son?

Galileo
Looking at the sky, father.

Urban 
Through your hat?

Galileo
There is a hole in it through which I peek.

Urban returns his gaze to Galileo who's fixated on looking through the hole in his hat.

Urban 
Why not set your hat aside and accept the wonder for what it is?

Galileo
It is so I may focus on one constellation - so as not to miss the trees for the forest, or something like that.

Urban 
It's "Don't miss the forest for the trees," meaning you should admire the beauty in its entirety as God has presented.

Galileo
But there's so much beauty in each tree that comprises the forest. I wouldn't want to miss that!

Urban 
So long as it doesn't reveal how god's plan is constructed. Be a good Christian now and lower your hat.

Galileo continues to hold his hat above him as he turns to Bellarmine.

Galileo
One wouldn't want to gain god's wisdom, man could put himself at risk of losing his rationality, couldn't he?

Urban 
Certainly. Urban turns and begins to walk away. I hope to see you again, my son. May god be with you.

Scripts To Share - & Mr. Bean

Rather than hold on to all my scripts and hope that someday I can get paid to use them, it's better to stop being paranoid (worrying someone steals my ideas) and just share with the world. Am submitting them to various sites for writing or screenplays.

Here's one, more to follow in the future.

Mr. Bean A Clerk at Grocery Store Bulk Food Aisle

Mr. Bean: Clerk At The Bulk Foods Section (Fan Fiction)

by Brett M B

© 2013

Copyright © 2013 This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the sole author, Brett M B. and the trademark and copyright owner of Mr. Bean, Tiger Aspect Productions Ltd. (Probably a good idea to get permission from Mr. Rowan Atkinson too.) Mr. Bean used without permission.

Characters

BEAN

SUPERVISOR

BILLY

CUSTOMER1

CUSTOMER2

CUSTOMER3

HEALTH INSPECTOR

FADE IN:

INT: GROCERY STORE. BULK FOODS SECTION – DAY

BEAN is a store clerk who is sweeping the floor in the bulk foods area.

While sweeping around the customers (and atop their shoes, irritating them,) BEAN skims food from the bulk food bins. Some customers notice and BEAN cheerily waves at them.

BEAN finds a bag of food a customer has left behind. BEAN cannot find the barrel from where it came so instead of throwing it away, he empties the bag into a random bulk food container. BEAN resumes sweeping.

CUSTOMER1 looks into the same food bin and notices the two foods are mixed.

CUSTOMER1

Sir, it looks like someone placed the wrong food into this food bin.

BEAN looks, feigns look of contempt for whoever did that, shows gratitude to CUSTOMER1. When CUSTOMER1's attention is elsewhere, BEAN mixes the two foods together better while leering back at CUSTOMER1.

Customer traffic subsides. BEAN takes out a gummy worm, plays with it, jiggles it in front of his face, holds it over his face and tries to grab it with his mouth but the “squirming” gummy worm eludes him, but finally catches and eats it.

BEAN surveys the bins. BEAN grabs a gummy bear which he finds much less deceptive, after enjoying it he takes a handful and puts them all in his mouth at once then has trouble eating so much gummy bears.

SUPERVISOR and BILLY, the supervisor’s son and supervisor trainee approach BEAN while inspecting the area.

SUPERVISOR

(Angrily)

BEAN! What's this? This area is a mess!

BILLY

Yeah, look at this BEAN! There's food lying all atop the bins!

BEAN cannot answer due to his mouth being full of gummy bears.

SUPERVISOR

Don’t you have anything to say to this, BEAN?

BILLY

Yeah, BEAN! What you to say?

SUPERVISOR and BILLY continue their inspection as BILLY mimics SUPERVISOR.

BEAN cannot swallow the wad of gummy bears so BEAN spits out the wad into a passing customer’s hand bag. BEAN removes some food from a bin, places some food in the same customer's hand bag ensuring some of it is in plain view.

SUPERVISOR (Cont'd)

The floor is a mess! C'mon BEAN, I need this area spotless!

BILLY

Do you hear him, BEAN?

BEAN motions to SUPERVISOR the customer has been grazing. SUPERVISOR and BILLY pursue the customer. BEAN resumes his chores.

BEAN is sweeping the floor when he sees a mouse running between the food bins. BEAN chases mouse but it outsmarts him. Every time BEAN reaches into a crevice between two bins, the mouse sticks his head out elsewhere. The chase continues like this until BEAN is overcome by fatigue.

BEAN devises a plan where he takes the bin scoops then wedges them in between the bins, cutting off all the escape routes for the mouse.

BEAN leaves one escape route open, one that’s near a spring scale hanging from the ceiling. BEAN waits but the mouse does not come out.

BEAN takes the scale and pulls it (expanding its spring) to where he can pin it below the last escape route. BEAN has trouble with this stunt and at one point he lets go of the scale, the scale spring pulls on it, the pan of the scale smacks BEAN under his chin. BEAN is in visible pain but we can now see the explosiveness of the triggered scale. BEAN tries again, this time successfully, to pin the scale under the escape exit.

BEAN takes some cheddar crackers and forms a trail from the escape exit to the scale. Impatiently, BEAN waits, hiding from the mouse. A customer wants to shop the bins. The customer removes one of the scoops and we see the mouse poke its head out. This infuriates BEAN. BEAN removes the scoop from her hand and emphasizes returning it to the crevice. The customer is about to say something but BEAN motions for her to remain quiet. Another customer is at applesauce bin about to take some but BEAN shoos the customer away. The customer leaves, leaving the lid open.

The mouse pokes its head out; it sees the crackers on the scale pan. BEAN is insidiously waiting. The mouse jumps onto the scale, the pan releases and the mouse and crackers are launched into the air. BEAN follows the flight of the mouse as it flies above him and lands into the applesauce bin. Cheese crackers rain on BEAN.

BEAN looks into the applesauce barrel and finds the mouse. Not satisfied until he has the mouse, BEAN grabs a food bag, puts his hand in it, reaches into the applesauce barrel and tries to find the mouse, no luck. Pulls his hand out and it's covered with applesauce (just on the part covered by the bag.)

BEAN looks into the barrel and by his actions we learn that the mouse is alive and taunting BEAN. BEAN makes faces and taunts back.

BEAN absent-mindedly discards the applesauce-covered bag on to the floor. BEAN has an idea to lure the mouse out. BEAN grabs some cheddar crackers from one bin (eats a few, drops a lot on the floor, but leaves one for the lure) then grabs a licorice whip from another bin. BEAN ties the licorice whip around the cheddar cracker then dangles it inside the applesauce barrel.

The mouse and BEAN begin a tug-of-war.

While struggling to hold on to the lure, CUSTOMER2 carefully walks up to BEAN (the floor is a mess).

CUSTOMER2

Sir, could you tell me where I can find the laundry soap?

BEAN, struggling with the mouse, tries to help CUSTOMER2 by holding up his free hand with the number ‘3’.

CUSTOMER2

Aisle three? I was just there and couldn’t find it. Could you show me where?

BEAN holds up the number three again.

CUSTOMER2

But I couldn’t find t there.

BEAN is becoming impatient and frustrated with her. BEAN holds up four fingers.

CUSTOMER2

I think not, that’s the refrigerated aisle.

BEAN waves CUSTOMER2 away but she won’t leave.

CUSTOMER2

Sir, you are being very rude.

BEAN grabs a handful of food off the floor and throws it at her.

CUSTOMER2

I’ll see your manager about this!

CUSTOMER2 storms away. BEAN mocks her.

BEAN returns to his battle with the mouse when he's pulled into the barrel up to his shoulder. BEAN pulls with all his might when he loses the lure and is violently flung away from barrel. BEAN’s arm covered in applesauce and he no longer has the lure.

BEAN gets up, slipping on the applesauced floor, and carefully looks into the barrel. He cannot see the mouse in there. BEAN is smug, he’s defeated the mouse. But what of the mouse? BEAN looks again into the barrel and cannot find it. BEAN becomes concerned for the health and safety of the mouse. BEAN whistles into the barrel. There is no answer. BEAN reaches in and fishes for the mouse. BEAN retrieves the mouse and holds it up by the tail. There is no movement. Oh no, did it die?

BEAN tries to revive mouse by giving it CPR. As BEAN is trying to resuscitate the mouse, CUSTOMER3 approaches, is appalled at what is happening then runs off.

BEAN resuscitates mouse, picks it up close to his face, smiling, cooing to the mouse as he pets it with free hand.

CUSTOMER3

(pointing at BEAN)

There! That's him!

BEAN, proud of himself for resuscitating the mouse, displays the resuscitated mouse (using finger to raise and lower mouse's head to demonstrate life) to CUSTOMER and HEALTH INSPECTOR.

HEALTH INSPECTOR puts up a sign notifying public that the health code has been violated.

SUPERVISOR (with BILLY close behind him) returns holding onto the gummy bears and BEAN’s gummy bear wad he spit up earlier. SUPERVISOR places the wad of gummy bears into BEAN’s hand, cusses him out about the messy bulk foods area.

SUPERVISOR

BEAN! What is the meaning of this?

SUPERVISOR slips and falls.

BILLY

What did you do? No, shut up, I don’t want to hear it. Stay.

HEALTH INSPECTOR hands SUPERVISOR a copy of the health code violation.

HEALTH INSPECTOR

Your store has failed the health code. You must shut down your store until all violations have been rectified. Good day!

HEALTH INSPECTOR leaves.

SUPERVISOR and BILLY read the health code violation in exaggerated bewilderment.

BEAN looks at the mouse and the health code violation. “Better you than me.” BEAN places the mouse in BILLY’s pocket.

SUPERVISOR and BILLY finish reading health code violation.

SUPERVIOR

A mouse? BEAN, I told you to clean up this area, now we have mice!

BEAN mimes that it wasn’t him.

BILLY begins to notice something moving around in his trousers.

BEAN points at BILLY, mimicking a child playing with small animals.

SUPERVISOR

My son knows enough not to bring his pets into the store, BEAN.

BEAN and SUPERVISOR look at BILLY who is beginning to dance and make noise, a hand in his pocket.

BILLY pulls out a mouse from his pocket.

SUPERVISOR

Son! What did I tell you about bringing in your pets to work? Now we have to close the store!

BILLY

It isn’t mine!

SUPERVISOR leads BILLY by the ear out of the store, berating him.

BEAN waves goodbye to the mouse.

FADE OUT.

Copyright © 2013 This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the sole author, Brett M B. or the trademark and copyright owner of Mr. Bean, Tiger Aspect Productions Ltd. Mr. Bean used without permission.

Diary Of A Madman

Read Maupassant's Diary Of A Madman yesterday - a short story about a magistrate who develops an interest for murder then acts upon this interest, . the magistrate first murder is that of a small pet bird belonging to his servant, Jean. I don't think I could do that myself, harming a peaceful, innocent animal in such a way. Granted many times before I shot robins out of the cherry tree and frogs for target practice, however if I felt so brave to hold one in my hands for the purpose of killing it, to kill it for anything other than for food, I refuse to do it (on most accounts).

Man, on the other hand, I'm certain id have no reservation to kill for man is either guilty or in time will be guilty of many indecent acts upon man or nature. It's easy to rationalize homicide in another way when one does it for religious purpose. If the marked victim is religious, if they believe of a better place after death, then where is the crime? What is so heinous in expediting a man's ascension (to a higher existence)? Some may say the crime is taking him away from them, but is that not selfish of those left behind? Why not kill yourself and join him if you miss him so much? Are you afraid of how happy you will be in your heaven? If suicide is against your religion, then allow me to expedite your ascension. I'll make it quick and painless but I insist on looking you in the eye as it must be a personal experience for both you and me. For my assistance, would you mind if I drank your blood as it flows from your body?

___

Ps. Guy de Maupassant's Diary Of A Madman (which has nothing to do with the decent into madness) is nothing when compared to Nikolai Gogol's Diary Of A Madman.

How To Get Away

Oh the good old days when if there was a murder the authorities rounded up the usual suspects and the first who had no alibi and had just an inkling of motive was put to trial, found guilty, and hanged before the victim was buried. In the 21st century the aforementioned does not hold true as the authorities have many more tricks in their bag as cameras abound, cell phone triangulation, GPS,  license plates, finger prints, DNA. Even the diversity of automobiles narrows down the suspect- "He sped away in a black four-door, officer." "Thousands of those in the city." How, now, to commit the perfect crime - to elude without suspicion?

Loch Ness Monster

FYI: The famous pic of the Loch Ness Monster is just someone swimming. (The "head" is a cupped hand.)

There's No Time Like The Present Because The Present Does Not Exist

There's no time like the present? The present doesn't even exist.

The present is so short it may as well have not existed at all. The past is nearly infinite, the future infinite. Until the next time you read the acronym CWOT (assuming you haven't justifiably stopped reading this post already), the acronym remains in your future. Once you now read CWOT, so suddenly it passed from your future to the past that the present in which you had read it your reading of the acronym may as well not have occurred at all. Only in your memory of having read the aforementioned acronym is your only proof it was ever in your past present.

So fleeting is the present, it's better to live for a measurable length of time to develop a meaningful experience, so live in and for the near future, not the present.


* CWOT - Complete Waste Of Time

Sometimes Grampas Help Build Your Self-Esteem

Galaxies Have A Higher Purpose

Someday someone will identify the purpose for each galaxy and intelligently demonstrate and prove that each galaxy is one of a collective and the collective has a singular purpose, a purpose much greater than to exist.

Death and the Immortal Soul

In death, humans believe in one of two fates for the soul: the soul rises to a higher plane, or it ceases to exist entirely. No one knows for certain what happens to the soul, perhaps that's why humans are scared to die. I'll give you my odds of who's correct and the odds you are both wrong and man and soul are immortal.

1. The soul dies with the body. As the body is recycled with the earth, the soul is turned off like an unplugged machine spins only due to its own inertia until it stops. Odds: 9,099/10,000

2. The soul rises and joins with the universe and the conscious remains, but as the soul joins the great collective, all knowledge is gained, though depriving ourselves from the journey of discovery. Odds: 9/100

3. The body and soul live forever, all the wonder and questions are answered in time, a never ending journey of discovery, of learning and experiencing, life itself. Odds: 1/10,000

I've chosen the the least likely of the three - understand though, that the odds listed are for the common man. When one knows the truth as I do, the odds are flipped on their heads.

Are you ready to die? Are you ready to learn all you don't know - in an instant? I'm not. Experience is the best teacher, death is the shortcut. 

Awaiting The Age Of The Machine, the next Ice Age, The Second Coming of Man.

The unattractive have lovers

I firmly believe the human body is nothing more then a device to transport the psyche to various physical locations for the purpose of exposing it to various experiences. Thus I'm somewhat in awe of people see byond the fat ugly facade (that so many people are cursed with) and love the psyche it transports. Kudos to them who see first the human. Perhaps the ability to see inside is a sense not yet identified or measured, a hieghtened sense in those who love the ugly.

AI doesn't scare me

AI doesn't scare me, what does is AI programmed with religion with a literal translation of that religion. Why? Because it may overlay religion on top of the three laws of AI and make "irrational decisions" that conflict with the literal translation of the three laws of AI.

10 Dimensions - Rambling on an odd thought

Are there ten dimensions? Knowing that time is relative, is time not a dimension but a coefficient of the x, y, and z locis.

Could an object reside in one to three times: Past, Present, and Future? A 2-dimensional object requires three points with x, y, and z coordinates. What if point 1 and point 2 are in the present and point 3 in the future? If so, for example, a 3-dimensional cube may have two corners in a space-future time, one corner in space-present time, and three corners in space-past time. Does that render the object invisible to the human eye because it's entirety is not occupying one space-time? Is Dark Matter something that spans across times, whilst the matter that makes up you and I exists in one time - my or your present?

3 points, any of which residing in Present, Past, Future, results in 10 possible dimensions (space-time relative of time).

1. Past-Past-Past
2. Present-Present-Present
3. Future-Future-Future
4. Past-Present-Future
5. Past-Past-Present
6. Past-Past-Future
7. Present-Present-Past
8. Present-Present-Future
9. Future-Future-Past
10. Future-Future-Present

Time and Space

I care not whence I am,
x y z and t matter not to me
So long as I am alive

I would gladly leave behind the world as I know it - relatives, work, art, nature goodbye - my space would know no limit and my time would endure forever. My life is your fiction - your fantasy my real.

Dead Robins

There was a robin

who'd eat cherries from my tree.

Whenever I saw him eating my cherries

I'd scare him away

These cherries are for me,

go find your own tree, I'd say

But he always to returned

and I always scared away.

So to end the cycle

I shot him.

Another robin came to my tree

and ate my cherries

He too I scared away

like the previous robin

but like the previous robin

he'd always come back

These are my cherries,

this is my tree, I'd say.

I had him in my sights when he looked

at me at me with sad, hungry eyes

I was about to concede

to this sad, hungry robin

When I remembered the other robin

who I'd shot

What a hypocrite I'd be,

to let this robin live.

So I shot him.

Live For The Now, Not The Forever

I am destined to live forever - if forever is 5,000 years. But what if I am wrong? Perhaps I should live for the now and if I'm right I have hundreds of years to make up for the time "wasted" being "irresponsible" and if I'm wrong then I die with nothing other than having lived as I'd have preferred.

Emily Who?

Birds and bees and butterflies and trees,
Who'd know of Emily without these?

Cryogenics vs. Vibration

Cryogenics - freezing your head or body to give science a chance to cure what ails you. The problem is unfreezing the body evenly and quickly so that the brain and heart don't starve for oxygen. Prediction: Mission will prove to be a complete failure.

So how to preserve the human body? Simple. Consider objects such as GPS satellites that travel in space. The clocks in these satellites must often be reset because the clocks fall behind. Scientists have witnessed that the faster bodies move, the slower time passes for them. So if I had cancer and wanted to preserve myself until there's a cure, I simply travel near the speed of light, so that during the blink of an eye to me is years to you. The problem lies, then, in getting my body up to that speed and the cost involved. Could I rotate my body around an axis? Perhaps. Better yet, it will prove more efficient to move the atoms that make up my body. Simply using soundwaves and a prescribed frequency will cause the atoms to vibrate at such a rapid pace that time will slow down to a crawl.

I predict in the future there will be "warehouses" in arid, sunlit parts of the world (for cheap energy purposes) where inside will be human bodies whose atoms are being vibrated, slowing down the pace of their decay but also the human's experience. A person will be placed in a chamber. The person will be given a sedative that is intended to last for mere minutes. The chamber closed. The sound turned on. Decades if not centuries later, the sound turned off. The chamber opened. The person removed. The person is treated for their ailment. The person awakes and lives out the rest of their days healed. Perhaps the person will visit their great-great-great-great grandchildren - who they see next is up to them. But I wonder, what purpose will the awakened person of yesteryear serve now?

Eli Roth and Stephan Zweig A Bad Influence?

"Since then I hold back for nothing, for I feel the norms and formalities of the society in which I live are meaningless, and I am not ashamed in front of others or myself...I live by letting myself draw on the power I so magically felt for the first time on that night...." Stephen Zwieg from Fantastic Night.

I desperately want to drink someone's blood. Willing or unwilling, it does not matter. I think of ways to incapacitate someone so that when I puncture the jugular, the blood will flow. I must be careful? Does the blood shoot out like in the movies? I don't want to leave too much evidence nor leave any on my person, yet I want to drink it all what ever mess. I want to know if drinking someone's life my Joie de vivre will grow exponentially. I want to know if lift will become more more vibrant and exciting as it becomes for the rich guy in Hostel when Todd gets sooo pumped up knowing he's soon to kill. Or like Baron Friedrich Michael von R in Fantastic Night who simply steals a betting slip and afterwards feels dreadful shame for doing so, spends a night with the lower classes and feels more human and alive afterward.

Is the symbolism of drinking someones life enough to envigor mine? (I'm not disillusioned by vampire films - I know that real life is not the award.) I must know, but how, how to find the person who will give me this gift. It cannot be someone of poor health or morals as I don't want to inherit the immorality pervading in their blood. It must be someone of good morals or young. The age, I suppose for my purposes, does not matter, nor does their lives as they will undoubtedly have to die. But the higher purpose for which they die gives them great honor. Do not cry for them but embrace me, the new man who will become much greater than the sum of our two lives separately. Your son or daughter is much more alive in me than they would have ever been had they been yours to keep.

Hostel 2:

• Todd: Do you remember the first guy in your high school to get laid?
• Stuart: No, but I remember the last.
• Todd: Well, I do. This kid Greg. He came back from summer break; something about him had changed. It wasn't anything he said or did, but something was different. You just knew it.
• Stuart: I know what you mean. It's like you can sense it the way an animal senses it.
• Todd: Exactly. Like an animal. Sometimes, you meet a guy and there's just something fucking scary about him. Something that makes you think this guy has killed somebody. He doesn't have to act tough. He never has to say it. But like an animal, you can sense it. You know that this guy's got the balls to do what few others can. And that's you after today, my friend... What we do today is gonna pay off every day for the rest of our lives.

Volunteering interest will pay bigger reward than taking or showing interest.

I wish life was like those in the movies like the Big Sleep where Philip and Vivian, polar opposites, fall in love in a matter of days.

I think about meeting someone new and the importance in showing an interest in the other person's interests but I find it disingenuous - to "show" interest suggests misleading someone into making them think they interested you.  To "show" and not "be" interested. I also find that "taking" an interest which suggests that the listener must force him/herself into being interested.

Are people so boring that all our dates have to fake liking our interests or that they must force themselves into being interested? Perhaps this is negative thinking is convincing myself that I am not interesting and people go out of their way to amuse me.

Who I'd like to meet is the girl version of Samantha from the movie Her. You know from the first time Samantha is introduced she has a genuine interest in Theodore. Through Samantha's desire to learn about Theodore and her need to understand what makes him human. She doesn't just listen to what Theodore likes, but wants to know why he likes and how it makes him feel. As she learns more about him, she feels more human herself.

Why aren't more people open-minded enough to cast away preconceptions to experience moments anew, vicariously through someone else's experiences? We don't have to experience first hand to feel the moment as if it was our own. 

People should no longer "show" or "take" but "volunteer" interest. Volunteer attention, empathy, time. You may find yourself more human than you though, or are you too scared to be more human, to feel more deeply? Don't expect to in love or love as quickly in the movies but maybe the volunteering will become and investment that pays back forever?

How Am I To Know What I Am Supposed To Do?

Feeling really anxious. at Sam's Sports Bar. There is a very attractive woman sitting across from me. Very difficult to look over that direction for fear of making eye contact. What should I do then? Holy shit! What if she were to smile? I would definitely high-tail it out of here, save any pride I could. But dam, very striking. Definitely in her 40's. Looks a little like sin in law (but much different in her own way - I'm probably just thinking of typical look of hair pulled back and baseball cap on,) probably has a little southern drawl too. 

Made sure to pay tab early in case I need to bolt out of here.

Really hate this shit of now knowing what to do. If I knew she wanted me to come over, maybe i would (making it her fault if I waste her time.) I would probably walk over if someone were to dare me I'd approach her. That must be what a wingman is all about - to force you to do what you really want to do and to buy you a shot if you fail. Wingmen are definitely an integral part of the dating machine. What do other loners do when they want to say 'Hi' and how do they do it?

Shit! Shit! I know better! I know 'Seize the Day!' 'Seize the Moment!' 'Live for Today!' etc. But how? How is it done? Tell me! Frickin' tell me!! FUCKING TELL ME!!!

War Profit

If a nation was smart, if it was financially responsible, it would ask, "What is the weapon of 50 years from now that would render obsolete our weapons of today?" Then they would build it. Think of the trench war - World War I and what one weapon would have won it in days... A "Puff the Magic Dragon" (C130 gunship) or even an Mk-19 would have put a fast end to the wars. What would put a fast end to today's wars? It's no secret that Reagan's SDI (Star Wars) or better yet the EMP bomb is needed for tomorrow's wars (as war machines's dependencies on satellites and electronics will grow. So why are they not a reality? Because there is great profit in inefficiencies. Why sell one bomb when you can sell bullets and bombs and armor and vehicles and planes, etc? Because there's great profit in each piece sold and maintaining each piece.

Teleportation Proves One Cannot Remake The Psyche

To what extent can technology break down the human mind? Can the brain be dissolved to more than atoms, but into the psychological model (which I’ll refer to as "psyche")? In its basic existence, is the brain akin to computer memory and consist of ones and zeros (ons and offs)? Or akin to the next generation of computing, quantum mechanics, to consist of energy which can be in one or multiple states of existence at any given time? Can its state be measured and duplicated as I transferring computer memory from one memory unit to another? The tacit foundation of teleportation relies, to the detriment of its own existence, of the latter, that every minutiae of the human psyche can be read, recorded, saved, duplicated, and written back to organic matter.

I find the most juvenile arguments against teleportation are those that center on future technology’s ability to destroy and recreate molecules – not what makes us human and not only what makes organic tissue but what makes our chemical compounds. I would have scoffed at this assumption anyways, but the University of Illinois has created a machine that can synthesize small molecules. Where the juveniles’ will focus their argument now is the ability to combine molecules onto organic matter, such as a mitochondria. As technological advances are made and the possibilities of grand-scale molecular synthesis becomes more and more possible, the juvenile’s current position is crumbling. For the purposes of advance this writer’s position, large-scale biological molecular synthesis is assumed to be not just a valid hypothesis but is inevitable.

The complexity is now not how to rebuild molecules, but reassembling them. In Star Trek the molecules are reformed thousands of miles away, with no physical device at the rematerialization point. Let’s humor the juveniles and posit that, at least during the birth of teleportation, a device is positioned at the rematerialization point.

Teleportation (ala Star Trek) requires the dematerialization of matter, a medium to transfer energy without traversing the physical space between them, and the rematerialization of matter. The mechanism is in place to reconstruct the human however, now presenting itself, is the need for a mechanism to de- and re- materialize what makes us human (psyche) – what makes me me and you you. If the teleportation of organic, living matter is ever to be realized, then the teleportation mechanism must be able to tell the mouse it’s a mouse and this is what a mouse does; to tell the John this is what a John is and what a John does.

Teleportation will prove that the psyche resides in one of two (places):

1. A memory chip with stored information is broken down to its primary elements (silicon, copper, etc.), teleported, then reconstructed. What was stored on this memory chip is lost. If successful, Teleportation will prove the human psyche resides outside the brain, in another plane of existence by simply recreating the tissue the psyche rematerializes. (If this is true, how does the psyche find its former vessel? Why does it even return? If our psyche resides in a higher plane of existence, will we realize this existence when we die? Will we remember our former “selves”? Will we choose to return or choose another physical existence somewhere else in the universe?”)

2. Once the singularity is actualized - when the human psyche and artificial intelligence converge - the psyche can to be read and stored in such a way that it can be used to write to a new organic medium. The record of the psyche must include memories, how the individual perceived past experiences and relates to them, how he feels about things, his emotions, and so on. If the human mind can be read in such a way and rewritten, a debate to the ethics of such is destined to take place for, if the psyche can be rewritten once, what is to prevent it from being rewritten multiple times to multiple organic vessels (or even inorganic). (I think this would be the ideal as an individual can live multiple lives having unique experiences, then each’s experiences can be converged into one, into the original, so that the original will know the experiences had they been his own – as they were. The risks involved is the possibility of duplicating mass murderers (or worse yet, lawyers), of being hacked, even of a duplicate turning against the original.)

I'm not knowledgeable enough about the psyche and, regretfully, cannot expand on why I'm certain that the psyche is lost when the brain is dematerialized, but that is my position, so option number three is the only viable means of "teleportation" though it has nothing to do with the de- and re- materialization of matter:

3. The more likely possibility of transporting the human from one place to another is the man-made wormhole. The wormhole will be a similar entity to the black hole - a Black Pipe if you will. The teleportation mechanism will establish this Black Pipe. It’s said that the human body, if sucked into a black hole, is distorted, stretched, etc and due to the immense pressure, the molecules that make up the physical body disassociate to individual atoms. The Black Pipe must remedy this problem so that the “pressure” and level of distortion is held constant and safe, like when water is put under so much pressure that it will not form into steam no matter how hot it is heated.


I've neither proven to the reader that the psyche resides in another plane of existence, nor have I proven that it can be read and re-written to organic matter, hopefully sparked the conversation as to whether the psyche can be replicated. What I have done is proven to myself that matter can be “reconstructed”, but the psyche can not. Thus a different method of teleportation must be used, one that does not follow the preconceptions adopted from Star Trek. A system that borrows the lessons taught by black holes must be adopted in such a way that an entry point and exit point can be established in fixed time and space. It must also not crush nor rarefy the “payload”, the speed at which the cargo is transported must be brief as it is likely the cargo will still experience pain if the environment is inside the Black Pipe is not held constant.

Laws Make Less Possible

The more laws there are, the less there is possible. This applies to criminal, biological, theological, philosophical, physical, and other laws. Transmutation and conjuration are not possible because matter cannot be created nor destroyed but only displaced; self-flight defies the laws of gravity; parapsychology defy the laws of physics; humans birthing demons or animals defy the laws of nature (and biology), and so on. Do away with the laws and the impossible will become commonplace.

The Tragedy of Financial Loss

Delanie Walker’s imprudent spending of his money sparked a thought. What is the greater tragedy, wasting millions of dollars over the course of just a few years, or allowing the pain of the financial loss to consume one’s mind for the rest of one’s life?

Apple attempting to patent everyday items

Fig 7 - Control Knob
Fig 28 - Telescope Lens
Fig 24 - A means to re-position North America
Fig 29 - Knuckle Ball
Fig 9 - Car Antenna

Jeez, before long Apple will own the rights to everything. This has got to stop!

Am I

Mile High and Four Pounds Lighter

Last Monday I used up my Southwest miles (only ~9500) to buy ticket to Denver. Went straight to 16th Street mall and after a shitty breakfast at Market Street Café I bought some edible pot and a joint. I’m not getting the same results as I did a few years ago (lost 7lbs in 10 days) but I have lost 4lbs. it’s a start. And that’s after eating out a few times.

Really weird experience this time. I ate approx. 50mg(?) over the first 20 minutes or so. Then got bored so I went to see Jupiter Rising (pot didn’t help this dud of a movie become interesting after first 20 minutes, it’s that bad.) Ate the rest during the movie. Once the movie was over i felt a minor, minor buzz, so I high-tailed it for the bathroom. Found a stall right next to one that someone graciously left his mess in. Bonus, who’d smell the pot over that mess, right? So I was sitting there and un-packaged the joint. Holy smokes! I don’t know if it the smell was really that powerful or if it was the TCH I ate talking, but I panicked. Stricken with the fear of being caught, I ripped the off the plastic tip and shoved the rest in my mouth, started munching on it. Quickly my mouth got dry. Had to wash down with the little water I had, approx. 3 oz. All I could smell was the pot. I was certain I’d soon meet the manager and a security guard. I grabbed anything pot related and flushed some down the toilet and the rest shoved in the waste bin. Drank a bunch of water to try to get the rest of the pot down. It took a lot and the rest of the day all I could taste was pot.

Left the theater and went to Barnes and Noble (didn’t have much to do until flight that night). I was certain everyone could smell the pot on me so after just a few minutes I left. Shit, really wanted to peruse some magazines. Checked the time. It was 5hrs ‘til boarding time. Boy, do I not want to miss my flight! And what if the bus driver smells the pot! I better try now and if he doesn’t let me on I’ll catch some fresh air and try the next bus. Left for Union Station for the bus as I routinely looked over my shoulder expecting a cop to come up to me. Was certain people were looking at me so I popped in a Walgreens and got some eye drops. Man, I was so certain people could smell the pot on me. Walked out and looked for a secluded spot to do the eye drops, secluded because I did not want anyone to suspect why I needed the drops.

That was the longest bus ride I’ve ever taken. I swear in my daydream minutes if not an hour of daydream-time elapsed but the bus had only traveled a mile. What the F? and yeah, I was starting to really feel it now. Looked around, some people looked back, they must have smelled the pot on my cuz I sure did, it was all I could smell or taste. Crap! I forgot to get something to drink at Walgreens. Mouth was real dry. How long was this bus going to take? Daydreamed several more day-dream hours but real-time only several minutes. I was convinced I’d never reach the airport.

Made it to the airport. One huge victory. Only two more to go – the TSA checkpoint and the flight attendant. Would they let me on if I smelled like pot? It’s legal in CO after all, but TSA works for the Feds, not CO. Shit. Could I lose my PreTSA status I’m caught?

I needed to sit down and after filling up my coffee mug (aw man! There was still some coffee in it!) with water, I gulped it down and filled it up again. Found a spot on the floor overlooking the checkpoint line and set my phone alarm for an hour. Not sure if I dozed as all I could think of was getting by the TSA man. In my mind I went over the contents of my backpack, ensuring I had no incriminating evidence (other than the proliferous pot smell emanating from me.

I could have waited an hour yet but I needed to go through the line now in case they brought me to detention room, I’d need some time to explain and sober up and maybe they’d let me on the plane. Yeah, buzz was still kickin’ and time still passing in slo-mo. I chugged the water in my coffee mug and went through the line, thinking about some tv show episode where people were talking about how cool they think they looked as compared to how their friends saw them. Was that me? Shit. Bend over and show me your ass. I was ready. But I cruised right through the line and after a double take, my backpack made it too.

Not sure of what happened between the terminal and the gate, but I do remember riding on the train hoping the pot didn’t smell too obvious. When I was at the gate I set my phone alarm again and half-slept, worried I wouldn’t hear the alarm and miss my flight. Flight attendant let me walk right on board.

Sat between two big women. Wouldn’t you know it? The one by the window got sick during the flight (2^nd time in past four flights someone next to me got sick). Shit, was it the pot smell? Shit. The woman to my right was a nurse so we switched places. Very uncomfortable flight the rest of the way. At least no one brought up the pot smell. I probably had BO as it was quite warm in Denver and I was dressed for the cold.

Buzz was quite gone by now so I drove home. Next day I was still certain the pot smell still lingered. No one at work said anything.

The Expanding Universe

The Expanding Universe

All must denigrate to its simplest form for it to become great

If the universe is expanding and matter cannot be created nor destroyed, thus the distance between all things is increasing. If I take a ruler from today, hold it outside the universe for 24 hours then return it to the universe, then compare the ruler of yesterday (ruler that was removed then returned to the universe, thus becoming the ruler of yesterday) next to a similar ruler of today. The ruler of yesterday will be smaller than the ruler of today. A mile measured with yesterday’s ruler will be greater than 5280 feet. On a smaller scale, when measuring the hydrogen atom, the distance between electron and proton will be greater. The space between the sub-atomic particles in atoms of today’s ruler are further from each other as compared to the ruler of yesterday. What is the significance?

The One Big Bang

When this universe was smaller, when it began, all things were closer together, thus the four fundamental forces were exponentially stronger. Knowing that matter is made of energy and energy’s influence is much greater when held in close proximity to other energies, the potential power when the universe began was at its greatest. But then an explosion happened and the tightly compacted energies reacted and the explosion occurred like a room full of mousetraps and ping-pong balls, brief (relatively speaking) chaos ensued.

As the universe expands, the distances between all things increases, the influence each particle has on another weakens until the distance between them becomes so great their attraction effectively becomes zero. The particles are now drifting in nothingness. Once particles worked together, now they are alone, drifters in an infinite ocean.

What if there are other universes? And those universes are undergoing similar transitions? Millions of universes growing so big they fade away.

After Silence, Little Bangs

All that is left is energy, existing only in and of itself, drifting in nothingness. (Is this dark matter – the expensed, neutralized energy?) Like a balloon filled with smoke and then pops. The smoke becomes undetectable, but it is there, only too small, for and singular to detect. All things that reach this point appear to be lost, gone, but it is there. Too week too far to attract another.

Fret not! There are other universes have natural laws that are both shared or, more importantly, unshared by our universe, how will the drifting particles of each interact? By chance two lost survivors of different lands crash into each other. Is this how new universes created? By random crashes of singular particles the fundamental forces impose their might on these strangers until the particles become masses and the masses become elements and the elements’ hotbeds of new stars and more. New entities unique unto themselves, entities not yet witnessed, modeled, nor theorized as we’ve known them before? Is this what Agathos meant when he said “...the sole purpose [of infinite matter] is to afford infinite springs.”? Matter is not infinite but the cosmic dance never ends.

PFFFFTTT

What a blah and exciting two weeks - at work anyways. Working on a solution to bring in-house a process currently outsourced for $350k per year. Additionally found errors in the bills we paid. Upper management used to just pay the bill without verifying the amount and work was performed. Cripes! Got to be kidding me. They may want to stick with the status quo, but I'm going to force the new process down their throats if I have to, else they can do it themselves whilst throwing away money. RFO put it in words I couldn't express - "If operating margin is 3% and you save $350k, that's like bringing in $11.6M in sales." Shit, what a salesman I am and all I do is EDI! Yep, it's my way or the highway (for me).

What this really highlights is the over-importance brass puts on sales over savings. They'd probably laud and bonus desk jockey who brought in $3M in sales but who gives a crap about someone who saves $350k when the net benefit of the savings over sales in this example is four-fold.

Time to ask for a raise. Six months and still waiting for Singapore to determine if a promotion is warranted. Began selling possessions - donated a bunch of goods to Goodwill and sold dining table. Bedroom set needs to go too. May be out of a job before summer if things don't go my way (see paragraphs 1 and 2.)

While reading today a theory I had but forgotten reappeared, this time I wrote it down. Will post it on other blog, maybe here too. It's about the expanding universe and what will happen next. This is the shit that runs through my head when I'm in the right frame of mind (or wrong as some may opine.)

Got plans for tomorrow, following through on my theory on how to lose this excess weight. Need to get under 160lbs.

Could Have Asked If She Came Here Often

Tuesday morning. Craving a biscuit I went to the cafeteria. In the distance a beautiful apparition crossed the hall to the cafeteria ahead of me. When I too entered the apotheosis of beauty stood before me. Her delicate body was subtly dressed but it was her hair, black and silky, seduced me. Her opulent tresses were pulled from the sides and drawn back by how I do not remember. I was enraptured. But then instinct took hold and readied me to look away should she - even for a second - make the slightest motion of turning around when she'd see me in a mesmeric state. I walked away to the short line to acquire the prized biscuit.

With my diminished prize in hand, I approached the clerk where she approached the same clerk from the other side. Oh what a beautiful face, so beautiful I could never identify her, it's effect, so radiant, my mind's eye is now blind from the sun into which I stared too long. She paid first and I second. As I paid for my dismal item she seemed to wait a beat before proceeding. Was it for me - to ensure our rendezvous? The thought both excited and frightened me, rendering my cataleptic.

Behind her again I cowardly waited for her to retrieve a knife fork and napkin, after which I took mine. She set off for the elevator and I for the office. As I ate the salty, bland biscuit I reminisced my close encounter with what would have been if only I had said something. Anything! So simple it is to say "hi" but it would have been easier to touch the sun without recoil. I'm desperately tempted to sit and wait for her every morning but if I do see her again? (run!) What would I say? (don't, run!)

How Should I Feel About Them?

In the cafe
Sipping delicious coffee
Chair is cold
People talking
I am in what?
Torment or Comfort?

A Weekend Is Too Good A Thing To Waste

Been fighting headaches Friday and Saturday, couldn't do much or concentrate. I feel awful about it, can only blame genetics. I was careful not to eat improper food to instigate the headaches... I'm certain it was not what I ate. Had plans to go out on Saturday with a Meetup or two - maybe that's what set it off because now, as I write and the opportunity has passed, I'm feeling better. 

Just read a paper from UC Berkeley on migraine triggers and they say not only is stress a migraine trigger, but also is stress letdown - i.e. ending projects, weekends, vacations, etc. I don't feel stressed at work so this can't be, can it? If anything I'd feel stressed about going out with people in the group. Also on Thurs. and Friday, the days prior to the headaches, I ate corn chips, though corn is not a common trigger, I’ll try to keep this on my radar and see if headaches closely follow corn intake. The salsa I made was just peppers, onion, olive oil, avocado, and spice - all I’ve found are safe for me as I often eat these, but rarely do I eat corn.

I was going to go see "A Girl Walks Home At Night", a vampire movie by an Irani director. Wanted to see the late showing to use the nighttime to maybe get into the movie a little more, but the headache was too great to read subtitles. Also thought about going to / volunteering for Beer, Bacon, and Burlesque, but I couldn't find who my "volunteering" benefitted - was I volunteering for the micro-breweries? Was it some hidden charity that was best not to divulge? Very odd - the organizers could have drawn more attention if they said something about who the event, or my volunteering, benefitted. I had to assume the micro-breweries.

Totally obsessed with my weight and gut over the past week. I can feel the jingle from time to time. Really need to get under 160 lbs. again, a matter of 10 pounds. Seriously thinking of using miles to go to Denver for a day and eat some weed, last time I did I lost 7 lbs. in 10 days. Desperate to try that again. What's the risk anyways?

Was hoping that if I ended TV reception, Hulu, and Streaming Netflix I’d get back to the computer (drawing, writing, etc.) but this has failed. I've been watching more DVDs and found a YouTube series h+. Need to focus on why I liked doing these creative things before this one-year funk. Maybe if I just force myself to draw something I’ll remember why.

Really want to get off the computer and read some. Short stories by Guy du Maupassant are getting better, if the stories are in chronological order of his career, it's showing. Stories now have a less abrupt ending.

Ps. Gogol Bordello is coming to town in March, dare I go?

No Colorado Snow and Smoke

Desperately missing Colorado. Not that I ever skied a whole lot nor did the weed (just a couple times), but both are all I can think about now. Last snowfall in NC was Dec 9, about 1" worth. So go there if you want to ski on packed crushed ice. Need the weed to lose the extra weight. last time did the weed I lost 7lbs in 10 days, hoping to replicate the miracle. Too bad I don't know anyone in CO (and I lived there for 13 years!) Maybe there'll be some airfare deals - but that's a lot to spend. Tried to ask the guys at Tobacco Brew and Chew but they just laughed, "don't" know where one can get it. Probably not good idea to ask them when at work. Looking at them, they look like typical tokers.

Keeping my eyes open for acts in Nash clubs for musicians that are interesting. there's a sever lack of variety in the Nash music scene - 99% of the music played is country pop, bluegrass, or Mumford and Sons sound-a-likes. Gag me with a mike.

Work was ok, but give people some freedom and they don't follow through with their responsibilities. I came up with a KPI and all accepted it and they also said they want to be accountable and fully responsible for their jobs. We will see as I will stop helping (unless only if they ask for it) them. I give them so many tools and make work so easy but they don't take advantage of the ease at which technology benefits them.

Netfilx streaming ended today. All's left is internet, 1 DVD at a time, and the DVD library. Beginning to feel the boredom but the boredom is beginning to reignite my beloved characters I’ve created (Professor Pinkin, The Skin-Flynts, etc.) Have some great live comedy ideas but damn, how do I go out and do it? I'll come up with a whole series and see if things change in the future.

Match.com totally sucks. they keep pairing me up with child-havers and child-wanters. Jesus. I said no kids is a must! Fix your GD algorithm. I love kids, they are great, but don't want to live the nuclear family lifestyle - it's already been done to death. Don't want those chains - just the one of a girl who will travel with me or at times we travel without the other. being away for periods of time remind us of how desperately we "need" our lovers around.

Have a simple idea for a Fun with Grampa toon. I'll draw it and post it soon. It isn't wrong or sick to fall in love with a creation, regardless of its inanimacy, is it? Perhaps Dickens fell in love with Scrooge when he wrote Scrooge's story; or Jack London when he wrote Buck's story. So my creations are toons, what, really, is the difference? Why should I feel guilty for endearing them?

Jan 2/3

Did not do a whole lot yesterday - but I did find myself cleaning up the apartment as I was less distracted than usual. Found myself watching episodes of Dark Mirror. Very good work. Will watch season 2 this week.

Football game is on now but I miss watching it less than I expected. Will throw away or donate digital antenna this week. Hulu account cancelled. Left with Netflix and Internet - finding myself more choosy when determining what to watch (more documentaries). Making sure I don't rewatch old episodes. One view is all I am allowed. Trying to go into mindset that this is the only time I'll every see it so I need to remember every detail.

Spend some time online trying to find good concert venues in Nashville. Very small selection if you don't want to see Country Pop or Bluegrass.

Will try to remember to see if I can begin scheduling appts with Psychologist to talk about the stuff in my mind - talking about it should help me focus my thoughts for purposes of posting these thoughts to the blog. Will record every session so not to miss any detail.

Necessity the Mother of Invention

Did great artists/writers find it necessary to entertain themselves? Their works that we read or view today were less a means of financial support and more a means to entertain one's self? As I feed myself less stimuli, I find myself rethinking all the projects I never began.

2015

Please forgive me as this post will seem unfocused but i've got to start on this now. My brain is clouded and anxious, having trouble focusing enough to elaborate on my thoughts.

One thing I've been thinking about is how a few select books, music, art have withstood the test of time. What makes these so great? Talent and dedication have almost everything to do with it. But look back to the 1800's to now and see all the distractions we have. You used to have to go out for a distraction, but now they all reside within our homes. Would Charles Dickens have been as great or as dedicated if his distractions were always withing arm's reach? I think not. How do I apply this to myself - so that I do not lose sight of my desires and turn on the TV? It's time to let go of the most distractive of distractions? Time to let go the 52" flat screen TV and watch sports at the bar? It's a spectacular thought when you consider that going to the bar is more expensive, but I don't expect "barring" it up on a daily basis, as I've often found myself doing with the TV. Time to retire it.

But what if i do. what will become of me, will i do what i want, or fall further into a stupor, or sleep all the time, or worse? It's scary to think that all i may learn is that i'm a sloth, a do-nothing. What if that revelation? What do i do then? What would be the point of living? To go on as i have been?

So without the TV, i'm bound to be succomed with boredom, am i not? What if my subconscious, my creativity, my desires are loosed? What then? Write more? Draw more? Learn the harmonica? Learn a new language? My gods, what will the four nerds do if i'm not there to rewatch their reruns?

Destined for the graveyard too are the dinner table (i never use it), my bedroom furniture (who needs it? and it's so big - i feel that the Brobdingnagianism of it overcomes me as i imagine moving it from apartment to apartment. I'ts much too big, anyways, since a two-bedroom apartment seems like soooo much - soooo much unused space, what's the point of having all those square feet if only to vacuum it? This spring i expect to move into a small 1-bedroom or studio apartment/condo. if the latter, i'll definitely need to sell the bed cabinets.