Sleepy Sunday scribbles

Quite unusually, today I find myself entirely without foobles I feel like flinging at you, and I am feeling way to lazy and sleepy to think of an article concept, let alone write the darn thing, so guess what?

You folks just get me talking at ya. Lucky you.

So how the hell am I, anyhow? I am doing OK. Still feel like my life is trapped in the doldrums, but that is just the way it goes when you have the sort of health problems that I do. Part of the madness of depression is to know you are sick and still go on feeling like you are a failure and a loser for not doing anything with your life.

You ARE doing something with your life. You are living it.

But the basic drives are still there, that’s the problem. As human beings, depressed people still want to be part of society, to participate and have that participation recognized by one’s peers, to earn money and hence be able to improve your lifestyle and indulge yourself and feel like you have earned these pleasures instead of feeling guilty and humiliated by your constant reliance on handouts and help from others.

The sad truth is, being depressed is depressing. It’s a bad way to be.

But who knows, perhaps I have simply not found the right solution to my personal life equation yet. I am always trying to think of a way that I can connect with the world and earn some money and (far more importantly) some self-respect and dignity, and it’s not an easy process, nor is it linear and contiguous, but maybe some day I will stumble upon a solution that works for me and who I am, instead of coming up with dreams and plans that are simply not going to work for me.

The problem, as always, is momentum. I simply lack the ability to generate my own. Left to my own devices, I just keep doing what I am doing, which, without external structure to rely on, is not very much. Last year’s Million Words was a great thing as it kept me busy and gave me a feeling of purpose, although now it feels like I am not sure why I bothered, but here it is more than half way through this year and I still haven’t found anything to replace it in my life.

This writing 750 words or so a day in a blog named after myself was supposed to just be a temporary thing until I came up with something new. Looking back, though, I can see now that this was not a realistic way to approach the problem. Doing this is far too comfortable and comfort is, and it pains me to say this, the enemy. When I am comfortable, nothing changes. I need to become less comfortable and more driven if I am to get out of this stupid hole I find myself in.

Easier said than done, of course.

What I need, I think, is inspiration. Actually, scratch that, I have tons of inspiration. My mind is always teeming with ideas, notions, insights, and what have you. And that is part of the problem…. you can’t follow one without abandoning the rest, at least for a time.

And it is so hard to choose which one of your darlings lives while the rest die. So instead, they die in the womb. Everything (well, mostly everything) just stays in my head.

And if all your dreams stay in your head, none of them come true, do they?

The thing is, that is how this all started. I am pretty sure that my imagination developed primarily as a way for a lonely child to amuse and entertain himself while bored in class or alone in his room. So as much as I dream of using this extraordinary faculty to make my way in the world, the truth is, just by occupying my mind and keeping me distracted and fascinated, it is serving its primary function.

And actually following my inspirations and notions would involve opening my life up to a lot more chaos and unpredictability, and at this point, I am still clinging very hard to hyper stability.

I am not yet at the point where I feel confident and safe enough to explore, after all these years.

And once more, I am back to the point of my personal crisis : how do you escape when you are not even strong enough to do the things you need to do to get out?

A cup full of rocks

Take a cup. Any cup. This cup is you.

Fill the cup part way with water. The water is your mind.

Look at the surface of the water. The surface of the water is your conscious mind.

In the course of life, the water of your emotions starts off running freely and without congestion or restraint.

But as we grow, we learn self-control. We learn that we cannot always do what our emotions tell us to do. We learn to delay gratification and restrain our impulses.

In short, we learn to repress.

Now this is a vitally important skill. It is, in fact, the very basis of what it means to be a human being and not an animal. Animals, lacking sentience, have very little but emotion to decide their actions. The brighter ones can learn a little restraint. For instance, dogs can be house trained. But for the most part, animals operate purely on emotion, or instinct, and human beings have a choice.

Imagine a classic “state of nature” scenario : an encounter with a dangerous predator. If you were feeling lazy that day, and had no way to shunt that emotion from your mind and deal with the immediate situation and choose the right choice (hint : it involves running), you would not survive to contribute your genetic legacy to humanity’s genome.

In order to exercise this choice, however, we human beings have to suppress out emotions. We have to clear the current emotion out of our mind so that we can do what we want to do and not just what we feel like doing. We have to have a mechanism for ridding our conscious mind of unwanted emotion.

We have to take the current emotion and push it below the surface of the water…. into the depths below our consciousness, into the unconscious mind which makes up the vast majority of our psyches.

We do this by basically freezing the emotion and turning it to stone. The petrified emotion then drops down into the murky depths of the mind, clearing our consciousness and letting us get on with things.

In theory, this is merely a delaying tactic, meant only to set the emotion aside until we can deal with it. But in reality, with unpleasant emotions, we tend to heavily favour long term procrastination. After all, dealing with emotions requires feeling them, and by definition, feeling unpleasant emotions is unpleasant, and putting off doing unpleasant things is the very definition of procrastination.

So by and large, especially with the complexities and demands of modern life on our clever but finite monkey brains, it is out of mind, out of sight. The rock of the emotion drops into the depths of our minds, and we do not give it another conscious thought. We act like it is gone forever, and had no effect.

But the water level has risen. And the higher it rises, the shorter the distance between our minds and the outside of the cup, in other words the world, becomes.

This is not just a metaphorical truth, it’s a biochemical fact. The more we suppress our emotion, the higher the levels of stress related chemicals in our bloodstream and the more likely we are to have a lot of very unpleasant reactions that actually remove the element of choice from the equation entirely.

Why? Because part of this emotional procrastination process is the idea that these emotions are gone forever. After all, all we consciously experience is the surface of the water, and there’s no sign of the emotion on the surface of the water, so it must be gone, right?

But as more and more of these rocks drop down into the depths, not only does the water (and your emotional stress level) rise, but your mind fills with rocks, making it harder and harder to do anything without one of them randomly bobbing to the surface, seemingly ‘out of nowhere’, and making us suppress them again all the harder.

And as this process continues, without an outlet, the mind as a whole can become more rock than water. The short term gains of banishing an emotion come at a heavy long term cost of carrying an unknown and unresolved burden with you for the rest of your life.

And the worst part is, without knowledge of what is going on below the surface of the mind, we cannot understand what is happening to us, or why. Things just seem to be getting worse and worse and the worse they get, the more negative emotions we have to suppress just to get through the day.

If this goes on too long, it can shut the person down entirely.

That is called depression.

The solution is to reverse the repression to depression process, to reach down into the waters of our unconscious mind and remove the rocks of suppressed emotion that are weighing us down. To bring them back up to the surface of the water and finish what we have started by experiencing them, despite how negative they are and how we would rather not experience negative emotions.

Often, this process is known as therapy.

If we do not, the water level will rise and rise, bringing those repressed emotions closer to the outside world and taking away our ability to choose our reactions. This can lead to depression, sudden rage out of proportion to the stimulus, bursting into tears for “no reason”, panic attacks, and anything else on the “mood disorder” spectrum of mental distress.

Emotions never go away until they are felt. There is no other solution. The only way out for these heavy rocks inside your soul is through the surface of the water… through your conscious mind. If you keep pushing these repressed emotions down when they surface, and continue to add to their number every day, you will slowly have your emotions and sense of self entirely displaced by them.

But if you can deal with these emotions, you can free yourself of their burden and become more happy, more content, more stress free, and more yourself than you have ever been.

You have a choice.

Friday Science Roundup, July 1, 2011

First off, Happy Birthday Canada! Your faithful and intrepid science reporter (me!) is a very proud Canadian, and loves his country very much. If he could, he would give his country a hug, and buy it a beer.

Patriotic squee aside, it’s SCIENCE TIME!

First off, in the world of very bleeding edge computer hardware, IBM has successfully worked out the bugs in phase change memory (PCM) and has a demo that has been running for five months now, so they are pretty sure they got it down.

PCM is a way of storing information by exploiting the way that the electrical resistance of some materials changes when its state changes. In this case, the material is a form of crystal that has a very high resistance when in a solid, crystalline form but a much lower resistance when uncrystallized and amorphous.

So the information would be stored via changed the state of zillions of little crystalline cells.

Well, so what? The upshot of all this technicality is that if you can get PCM working, you get a form of non-volatile memory (keeps its information even without power, like Flash memory) that has incredible speed and information density.

This could lead to a whole host of super fast high capacity devices that could kick off a computing revolution. Imagine computers that boot instantly! Then again, they have been promising that for a while.

And of course, this being bleeding edge stuff, we are a long long way from practical applications.

But hey, the future is looking pretty cool!

Going even further out onto the bleeding edge into where it possibly borders onto the lunatic fringe, we have the guy behind video game on demand system OnLive claiming, in a casual and offhand way, that he has a brand new wireless communication technology that violates the laws of physics.

What do you think of that, Scotty?

Exactly. Ye cannae deny the laws of physics, laws of physics, laws of physics!

Now the frustrating thing is that this dude, Steve Perlman, did not call a press conference, hand out smartly designed and highly detailed press packets explaining it all, and then announce this particular scientific revolution with a full presentation and a thorough Q and A session afterwards.

No, he just let it drop in the middle of a longer presentation about something else, like it was no big deal and he could not imagine it causing a fuss.

“Oh, and by the way, I have a new wireless technology called DIDO that would completely revolutionize the way wireless data transfer works, using towers that are no bigger than a router and allowing every user in a tower’s range to use the tower’s full speed at any time, all while going right through objects that would normally block wireless reception. Moving on. ”

According to the eggheads, what he is proposing is not exactly impossible, but it flies in the face of what is known about how wireless works right now, and so they are rating it as “not bloody likely”.

I just like the idea of casually dropping some scientific bombshell while talking about something far more dull and prosaic and technical.

“Interesting side note, I obtained the level of detail on these slides of the wing patterns on the Lower Delta Swamp Moth by inventing a photographic technique that slows down light till it goes backwards in time. Now moving on to the Upper Delta Swamp Moth…. ”

Finally, moving on beyond the lunatic fringe to that sacred island of honor and madness known as Japan, we have…. yes, you guessed it, kids…. something really amazingly creepy.

In this case, it’s a hyper realistic robot mannequin designed to let dental student practices on something that looks human in a creepy ass way and actually realistically winces and yells in pain.

And oh yes…. there is video.

I love the narrator’s voice. It’s distinctly Japanese sounding, and yet his English is perfectly clear and easy to understand. It’s the perfect balance.

Oh, and fun fact : in order to get a really realistic mouth, tongue, and jaw for their robot dental patient, the makers of the robot had to turn to the people who are the current world leaders in such things : the makers of hyper realistic “love dolls”.

That explains why it’s a female patient. I bet hyper realistic male sex dolls are a decade behind in sophistication due to perceived lack of demand.

Not that I would want one. Not unless they make one that can also engage in intellectually stimulating conversation with me after.

Fun Time Video Arcade!

Got a great big basket of video type goodness to strew in your wake, my loyal and immaculately groomed readers, and so with just a tiny bit more ado… on with the show!

Ado. Ado. Ado.

First up, what happens when you stick 300 harmonicas to a Mini and go for a drive?

You get a rather nifty little ad for the Mini.

I don’t know, though. The sound said harmonicas are making in the ad is suspiciously clear and clean and pleasant to the ear. My experience has been that these things never turn out as euphonious as you might want them to. Actual flowing air is highly turbulent, after all, and turbulence means chaos and chaos almost never sounds good to the human ear. Music is beautiful in part because of its unnatural perfection, and that is more or less the antithesis of natural chaotic system sound.

So I call shenanigans on that little clip. I bet they strapped the harmonicas on, got something really appalling out of them no matter what they did, and finally gave up and just got Philip Glass to come in and compose something that sounded sort of like what they had hoped the thing would be like in the first place.

Next up : Hey kids, LETS GET WEIRD WITH SCIENCE!

And by weird, I mean “let’s do irresponsible things with powerful forces just because it’s cool. ”

Plus, the accent totally works for a clip like this, don’t you think? I feel like I have just done a really fun science “experiment” with one of the likely lads from Lock Stock And Two Smoking Barrels.

But mostly, it’s just cool. Like, Mythbusters cool. I love how the oxide just…. disappears. It doesn’t burn, it doesn’t glow, it doesn’t even make much smoke. It just….. zaps off there in a neat and orderly fashion.

When you think about it, that is the one way to make sure the sensitive data on your CD or DVD cannot be recovered after you throw it out, because all other methods leave something behind. Smashing, melting, crushing, you name it, in theory, the data is still there, more or less.

But with this method…. it’s gone, daddy, gone.

Thanks, Violent Femmes!

Sticking with the “extreme fun with science” angle, you just have to see what the Slo Mo guys have been up to with their high speed cameras lately.

Does that kick ass, or what? The fact that the balloon wouldn’t pop right away turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because the footage of him bouncing off the thing looks almost better than the original desired result. The way it undulates and ripples is mesmerizing, and almost obscene, in an abstract way.

Now let’s kick this blog rockin’ with a little piece by an obscure little artist you may or may not have heard of… he’s just an honest up and coming lad from smalltown California, and I think you will be hearing a lot from this sincere and petulant young man in the future.

Here, making his big time debut, is Alfred “Weird” Yankovic! (canned applause)

You are still not entirely in my good graces, Conan. Your new show is largely a snooze (why couldn’t it have been as good as its promos?) and you have a lot of nerd-bashing bad karma to work off before I can consider you to be out of the red.

But having Weird Al come in to write and perform the “lyrics” to your show’s theme helps. I worship the Al, for he is the Lord of All Comedy Geeks (he is Of Us, and he Rules Us), and so pretty much anything involving him will please me, and the song he did is fun too.

But you ain’t out of the woods yet, Conan. Not until your show gets funnier, anyhow.

Let’s keep the music rolling with this bittersweet and poignant number from some heartfelt fellows who want to explain a thing or two to the ladies.

It’s called Nice Guys Finish last. Hold on to your heartstrings, fellows, they are going to get tugged.

Don’t act like it’s not true, ladies. I know enough nice, sweet, sensitive straight boys who have been completely plowed under by some asshole who treats girls like shit and gets more tang than all the world’s astronauts to doubt it in the least.

Face it, what you say you want is nothing like what you actually reward with sex. And actions mean a hell of a lot more than words.

So don’t be surprised at all the “asshole guys” out there, and act amazed that someone would DARE to treat a woman that way.

It’s simple psychology : you get more of what you reward.

Finally, a link to a great site I stubmled across recently.

It’s called I Love TV Intros and it has a HUGE repository of the openings of a whole whack of North American television shows.

It is the perfect thing if you feel like rummaging around in the attic of your mind and finding memories you didn’t even know you had of shows you only barely remember.

You never know what you will find up there!

I suggest starting with the decade of your childhood.