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Sunday, October 29, 2006

An article worth reading:

The Article by Geoffry Miller.

Runaway consumerism explains the Fermi Paradox

The story goes like this: Sometime in the 1940s, Enrico Fermi was talking about the possibility of extra-terrestrial intelligence with some other physicists. They were impressed that our galaxy holds 100 billion stars, that life evolved quickly and progressively on earth, and that an intelligent, exponentially-reproducing species could colonize the galaxy in just a few million years. They reasoned that extra-terrestrial intelligence should be common by now. Fermi listened patiently, then asked simply, "So, where is everybody?". That is, if extra-terrestrial intelligence is common, why haven't we met any bright aliens yet? This conundrum became known as Fermi's Paradox.

The paradox has become more ever more baffling. Over 150 extrasolar planets have been identified in the last few years, suggesting that life-hospitable planets orbit most stars. Paleontology shows that organic life evolved very quickly after earth's surface cooled and became life-hospitable. Given simple life, evolution shows progressive trends towards larger bodies, brains, and social complexity. Evolutionary psychology reveals several credible paths from simpler social minds to human-level creative intelligence. Yet 40 years of intensive searching for extra-terrestrial intelligence have yielded nothing. No radio signals, no credible spacecraft sightings, no close encounters of any kind.

So, it looks as if there are two possibilities. Perhaps our science over-estimates the likelihood of extra-terrestrial intelligence evolving. Or, perhaps evolved technical intelligence has some deep tendency to be self-limiting, even self-exterminating. After Hiroshima, some suggested that any aliens bright enough to make colonizing space-ships would be bright enough to make thermonuclear bombs, and would use them on each other sooner or later. Perhaps extra-terrestrial intelligence always blows itself up. Fermi's Paradox became, for a while, a cautionary tale about Cold War geopolitics.

I suggest a different, even darker solution to Fermi's Paradox. Basically, I think the aliens don't blow themselves up; they just get addicted to computer games. They forget to send radio signals or colonize space because they're too busy with runaway consumerism and virtual-reality narcissism. They don't need Sentinels to enslave them in a Matrix; they do it to themselves, just as we are doing today.

The fundamental problem is that any evolved mind must pay attention to indirect cues of biological fitness, rather than tracking fitness itself. We don't seek reproductive success directly; we seek tasty foods that tended to promote survival and luscious mates who tended to produce bright, healthy babies. Modern results: fast food and pornography. Technology is fairly good at controlling external reality to promote our real biological fitness, but it's even better at delivering fake fitness — subjective cues of survival and reproduction, without the real-world effects. Fresh organic fruit juice costs so much more than nutrition-free soda. Having real friends is so much more effort than watching Friends on TV. Actually colonizing the galaxy would be so much harder than pretending to have done it when filming Star Wars or Serenity.

Fitness-faking technology tends to evolve much faster than our psychological resistance to it. The printing press is invented; people read more novels and have fewer kids; only a few curmudgeons lament this. The Xbox 360 is invented; people would rather play a high-resolution virtual ape in Peter Jackson's King Kong than be a perfect-resolution real human. Teens today must find their way through a carnival of addictively fitness-faking entertainment products: MP3, DVD, TiVo, XM radio, Verizon cellphones, Spice cable, EverQuest online, instant messaging, Ecstasy, BC Bud. The traditional staples of physical, mental, and social development (athletics, homework, dating) are neglected. The few young people with the self-control to pursue the meritocratic path often get distracted at the last minute — the MIT graduates apply to do computer game design for Electronics Arts, rather than rocket science for NASA.

Around 1900, most inventions concerned physical reality: cars, airplanes, zeppelins, electric lights, vacuum cleaners, air conditioners, bras, zippers. In 2005, most inventions concern virtual entertainment — the top 10 patent-recipients are usually IBM, Matsushita, Canon, Hewlett-Packard, Micron Technology, Samsung, Intel, Hitachi, Toshiba, and Sony — not Boeing, Toyota, or Wonderbra. We have already shifted from a reality economy to a virtual economy, from physics to psychology as the value-driver and resource-allocator. We are already disappearing up our own brainstems. Freud's pleasure principle triumphs over the reality principle. We narrow-cast human-interest stories to each other, rather than broad-casting messages of universal peace and progress to other star systems.

Maybe the bright aliens did the same. I suspect that a certain period of fitness-faking narcissism is inevitable after any intelligent life evolves. This is the Great Temptation for any technological species — to shape their subjective reality to provide the cues of survival and reproductive success without the substance. Most bright alien species probably go extinct gradually, allocating more time and resources to their pleasures, and less to their children.

Heritable variation in personality might allow some lineages to resist the Great Temptation and last longer. Those who persist will evolve more self-control, conscientiousness, and pragmatism. They will evolve a horror of virtual entertainment, psychoactive drugs, and contraception. They will stress the values of hard work, delayed gratification, child-rearing, and environmental stewardship. They will combine the family values of the Religious Right with the sustainability values of the Greenpeace Left.

My dangerous idea-within-an-idea is that this, too, is already happening. Christian and Muslim fundamentalists, and anti-consumerism activists, already understand exactly what the Great Temptation is, and how to avoid it. They insulate themselves from our Creative-Class dream-worlds and our EverQuest economics. They wait patiently for our fitness-faking narcissism to go extinct. Those practical-minded breeders will inherit the earth, as like-minded aliens may have inherited a few other planets. When they finally achieve Contact, it will not be a meeting of novel-readers and game-players. It will be a meeting of dead-serious super-parents who congratulate each other on surviving not just the Bomb, but the Xbox. They will toast each other not in a soft-porn Holodeck, but in a sacred nursery.
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I've been saying the exact same thing for a while now.

Intruiging...

So, I was perusing the New Yok Times Paperback Nonfiction Best Seller list and came across a book on American foreign policy by the "father of modern linguistics," Noam Chomsky. What is surprising is not his book, but the fact that in the most recent chapter of my Finite Automata and Formal Languages class we learned how to convert context-free grammars into Chomsky Normal Form. I, however, never knew the history behind who codified this normal form. I never would have thought it had roots in actual linguistics or anything like that, since we've only used grammars to define context-free languages, which by definition are languages accepted by Push-Down Automata.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Scene One

"Whereupon the Hero is introduced" would have been the subtitle of this scene, if I believed in using subtitles. Needless to say, consider him introduced. His name is unimportant, and truth be told his name is unkown. I know of him only because he lives in the apartment at the end of the hall that my brother's ex-roomate lives on. From what we can tell, he lives alone, but I've heard neighbors complain about a lot of foot traffic at odd hours in the night. During the day he works for a local insurance company, Midwest County Collision. He sometimes spends his weekends out of town, I heard he has family in California. At night he probably sleeps, but you never know for sure. He could deal drugs to the local hippies and college students, or he could run a gangland operation marketing cheap diamonds obtained by knocking over wedding ring stores. But probably he sleeps...

[This isn't the entirety of Scene One, but this is all I've written so far]
[More to come]

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Buckcherry - Lit Up (3:35)

Oh yeah!
You wanna find it
Come on, yeah
Im on a plane with cocaine
And yes Im all lit up again
Cough up love and touch up
Your mama says packin lines is sin

Chorus
And yes Im all litup again
On the couch, in my bed
And yes Im all lit up again,flyin
I love the cocaine, I love the cocaine
Mama can you wait,mama can you wait
I love the cocaine, I love the cocaine
Mama can you wait
Oh can you wait long?

Im on a train and ride on
You know the train is stayin off the track
Im in touch love, from this crutch
Well youre on ten but buddy Im on eleven

And yes Im all lit up again
On the couch, in my bed
And yes Im all lit up again, flyin
I love the cocaine, I love the cocaine
Mama can you wait, mama can you wait
Ilove the cocaine, I love the cocaine
Mama can you wait
Oh can you wait long?

Solo break

Crack the door for the curious girl cuz shes waitin shes been waitin
Chop a line for the fiendin man cuz he wants one
You know, you know you got to
Can you feel it, can you feel it tonight
Are you high, lord, tell me are ya fuckin high?
In the moment, you are just so right
Youre right love, oh youre right love

And yes Im all lit up again
On the couch, in my bed
And yes Im all lit up again, flyin
I love the cocaine, I love the cocaine
Mama can you wait, mama can you wait
I love the cocaine, I love the cocaine
Mama can you wait

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Questions

If you were God, why would you ever put down your laws in the form of text. Why would you create a book in a language that most people don't read, in a context that no one today can fully understand. If you wanted to give people any shot at all, why the fuck would you do that. Nobody has it entirely correct, and if there's only one fucking path, everybody is pretty much fucked.

How can you prove the accuracy of the Bible? How can you prove that those little sayings like "apple of my eye" aren't the only things that were recorded wrong. How can you prove that what we interpret is the right interpretation?

Why is there a Hell? Why are there people out there who don't stand a chance? Is it possible that Hell is a human construction meant to scare people into acting accordingly? Assuming Hell is a fallacy, can't we still believe in doing the right thing?

Why create a system based on faith when there are already other systems also based on faith. Both sides have equal reliance on faith, why can some people believe so fully in the wrong side? Are you on the wrong side? Justifying one side over the other based upon faith is not a justification, it's an arbitrary assignment of loyalty towards one side of an impasse.

Why should I believe in something that I have not personally felt an urge or passion to believe in. How can I put my faith in the fact that others are so moved, and why the fuck does nothing in this world move me. Riddle me that.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

China v. Tibet

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

New Book

So I picked up a new book today that will make someone proud:
Etymology for Everyone: Word Origins and How We Know Them by Anatoly Liberman.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Handgun

As everyone here should know, I am in favor of the 2nd ammendment. I am also in favor of more strict punishments for perpetrators of gun crimes (i.e. armed robbery should be intent to kill and life imprisonment, possibly coupled with floggings). But anyway, I am getting closer and closer to the point where I actually purchase myself a firearm. Here is a list of potential firearms I'd like to own:
Springfield Armory Springfield-XD (.40)
Springfield Armory GI .45 (colt 1911 .45 variation)
Ruger P944 (.40)
Sigarms SigSauer P229 (.40)
Sigarms SigSauer P220 (.45)
Smith and Wesson Model SW40GVE (.40)
CZ 75 (.40)
Short Magazine Lee Enfield No. 1 Mk III (.303)
Samozaryadnyi Karabin sistemi Simonova SKS (7.62x39)

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Metal

There's something that most people don't get is that Metal is often times smart music.

Wagner would LOVE metal, as his orchestrations were the heavy metal of the day. I've heard on numerous occassions that of pop music, metal is the most direct descendant of classical music today.

Anyway, comparisons to classical music is not what this post is about. Protest The Hero is what this post is about. I was looking at my brother's music and a song from these guys caught my eye, it was called "I'm Dmitri Karamazov and the World is my Father." I thought it might surprise one of the 2 readers here that people who play hard rock are not the same idiots that are rapping about bitches and hos.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Favourite Ten Songs of Right Now

I decided to post my top ten favourite songs in my current mood. Since ten is such a small number when it comes to favorite songs, this upper echelon changes sporadically and on a minute-by-minute basis. So I've gotta finish this post real quick before I have to make changes. This is in no particular order.

1) Slipknot - Wait and Bleed
2) Nirvana - Verse Chorus Verse (a.k.a. In His Hands)
3) Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)
4) The Mars Volta - Roulette Dares (The Haunt Of)
5) Hurt - Overdose
6) Slipknot - Duality
7) The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony
8) Marilyn Manson - The Beautiful People
9) Slipknot - Vermillion
10) We Are Scientists - This Scene Is Dead