Jul 29
My RSS reader has over 1,000 unread items. My inbox is never down to 0. I’ve got stacks of books I’ve been meaning to read. TV shows I need to watch, bands I need to listen to.
Doctor, doctor, I think I’m suffering from information overload – there’s too much data and not enough time to sort and analyze. The constant stream of status updates, tweets and ticker feeds are bombarding my senses. It’s like I’m standing at the bottom of a waterfall with a paper cup, vainly trying to fill it up.
Reminds me of Blur’s Out of Time chorus:
And you’ve been so busy lately
That you haven’t found the time
To open up your mind
And watch the world spinning gently out of time
Worry not though, there’s a breath of fresh air out there, and it actually comes from my twitter feed. It’s the people I follow who tweet once in a while, once every 2 weeks at most. And it’s usually an update letting me know where they’re going to be, what they intend to do. No sharing of links, no snarky commentary, no self-advertisements.
More of that would be nice. So would shutting off my data stream tap. But I’m too addicted to the ebb and flow of information – I’m a proud card-carrying member of the 21st century hyper-reality meta-nation called the Internet.
Jul 21
Yesterday’s post about my workout regiment got me thinking about my spiritual well-being. Muay Thai is an excellent way to relieve the stress that builds up over the course of a day – in fact, it can be argued that any form of strenuous physical activity can do the job. I would still submit that there is something special about pounding away your frustrations…
But beyond the release of endorphins (which apparently is disputed), I think that there is something deeper at work when I’m in the middle of yet another set of crunches or push-ups. Repeated exercises seem to have a focusing effect on my mind – there’s clarity of thought as I realize my objectives. The more I whip my body into shape, the more I notice how very little disturbs me. Nothing seems to be of great urgency or worry, the only thought in my head is of Now.
In my hyperreality where I’m constantly plugged in, multitasking and on the go, Muay Thai has become my refuge. It’s a place of sanctuary, where I focus body, mind and soul. Much like meditation, these sessions have the added benefit of opening my consciousness. All of sudden I’m aware of the limitless potential that resides in me.
Hindus and Buddhists might call this opening your third eye, a crucial step on the path to enlightenment. While I’m admittedly not actively searching for nirvana, my dedication to a healthier lifestyle has engaged some higher consciousness. Whether physiological or psychological, I feel I’m a little bit closer to spiritual peace.
Isn’t that what we all want? A little bit of peace and harmony?
Aug 21
On the surface, video game enthusiasts, Monday morning quarterbacks, pop philosophers and quantum physicists may not have anything in common. However, once you peel back the superficiality of each label, we reveal a characteristic that infects every human being: overactive imaginations.
Consider Dr. Nick Bostrom’s article “Are You Living In A Computer Simulation?” which examines the likelihood of the scenario popularly proposed by the Wachowski brothers. After computing the probabilities of various statements, Dr. Bostrom arrives at the conclusion that one of the following is true:
(1) The fraction of human-level civilizations that reach a posthuman stage is very close to zero
(2) The fraction of posthuman civilizations that are interested in running ancestor-simulations is very close to zero
(3) The fraction of all people with our kind of experiences that are living in a simulation is very close to one.
A neat argument but I was surprised by Bostrom’s comment in The New York Times: “My gut feeling, and it’s nothing more than that,” he says, “is that there’s a 20 percent chance we’re living in a computer simulation.” Thanks to his bemused prediction, we are likely to remember Bostrom for posing an intriguing Gedankenexperiment – if we reach a point in history where Statement (3) comes to fruition, we’ll merely chuckle and proclaim him to be a great thinker.
Not so for Rob Bryanton unfortunately. This musician-cum-philosopher has been ridiculed for his presumption that there are only 10 dimensions. While quantum mechanic string theory practitioners may gripe about Bryanton’s faux-science, simplifying complex concepts without academic rigour, I think the real issue at hand seems to be the flashy animation he uses to explain his theory.
In a nutshell – they are jealous that he has been able to succinctly communicate his ideas. Thanks to the emotions of an exclusive clique of thinkers, the idea that the totality of all possible existences can be represented as a dot on the 10th dimension will probably never be taken seriously.
Shouldn’t we praise thinking outside of the vat? Is that not what all intellectual discourse be about? Stay tuned for part 2 – where fictional characters come to life and human beings lose their individuality in the swimming pool of creativity.
