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In Theory
UncategorizedHere are some fun theories I’ve been looking at:
If the big bang was a singularity to which the universe will return, what is the point of animal instinct of survival? For those of you who have read ‘Sir Gawain and the Green Knight,’ this ties into the question of whether human reason, especially about chivalry and courage, laying one’s life on the line and imitating the martyrdom of Jesus, should override human instinct – the drives for sex, food, water, shelter, security. If the entire universe will end anyway and be recreated anew, why would the drive to survive matter? Even if humanity expanded out into the stars and was able to continue balancing its populace by expansion, what good would it do once the universe coalesced back into a singularity?
This led to another question: if the universe reverts to a singularity at the end of time, how does time work? Is it linear or circular? If it’s circular, how we account for continual change?
Which led me to think that, if time is circular, then it returns in an orbit bordering on the edge of the end of time, bounded by the beginning of time, traveling in spiraling orbital patterns around a central origin. If time was a 2d circle, repetitions would be much more obvious and predictable, however, as this is not the case, time might be spherical: ever traveling in orbit, but changing its degree around a certain axis, allowing for variation in the recurring events. Hence why history repeats itself, and yet the exact same phenomena never happen in the exact same place under the exact same context.
Now, if we were to view time as being linear, then the endpoints of this sphere – those at all the various parts of the surface area- would touch onto their own spheres, creating multiverses that connected like magnetic balls. There are then, in my mind, two interpretations of how these multiverses would connect – either in an ever expanding manner, or in a thoroughly connected one, like magnetic balls arranging into a shape. That being said, there are myriad points on the surface area of a sphere, and thus, following the science of fractals, various sizes of spherical universes would exist in the multiverse. In each case, there would be an infinite number of multiverses, as the fractals would become smaller and smaller in either case (and continually expand outward into more potentials of universal existence).
Now, returning to the pertinence of our universe: within each time-space sphere of universes, if time rearranged potential existences in one sphere, recurving on itself and not truly ending, then each sphere would have an infinite amount of time within itself, constantly flowing and transitioning from potential moment to potential moment.
Yes, Virginia, There is a Future
UncategorizedWell, after my tirade on the electric car, I find that this is a very positive piece of news:
The Nissan Leaf. It’s electric! They asked for my interest in the car and I filled out other: Large Corporate Innovations. Everyone should get together and buy one of these for your family, or carpool buddies, or yourself. Awesome.
Way to be, Nissan. Way to be.
Who Would New Energy Hurt?
UncategorizedAs I watch the Olympics, I see ads running by that advocate Big Oil. One of the ads that ran by was ‘Energy Tomorrow,’ an online resource.
Now, given the title, I think I’m going to hear about Solar, Wind, Geothermal, Biofuel, the big ‘energy’ words. Instead, I find a website dedicated to promoting the benefits of Natural Gas and Oil. These are ‘proven technologies’ (or incumbent tech) with new advances being made to access more of those resources at home. What’s more, they have jobs: they hire people, they have a growing industry. That’s the other side of coin. As demand goes up around the globe, the market solution is to feed it. More demand, more business, more jobs, more employment. Big Oil is a friend to the people, and they make sure you know it – both in their televised ads and on their website. They also want you to know that they’ve spent $188 Billion in research on alternative fuel sources, which for them, includes natural gas. So why the advertisement push?
Right now, the big danger to Oil are new taxes being proposed by the president. If there’s one thing that’s historically un-American, it’s taxes. It’s what made us go to war to make this country. It’s the reason the government runs the oft-reviled IRS. From a government standpoint, it’s what funds the government and one more way for the government to control the populous.
I looked into the Energy Tax link, and I didn’t find what was being taxed, or how, but I did find the following:
- New taxes kill jobs. …new taxes could hurt workers by depressing job creation…
My response: Granted, this will naturally happen, but the big companies are saying that if we tax them, they’ll let the little guy go. We’re not saving the environment, we’re hurting the working man. Okay.
- New taxes hurt consumers and businesses. Historically, higher taxes result in less domestic energy, and […] higher energy costs for consumers […] stifle a recovery […] leave Americans more dependent on foreign oil and natural gas […] fewer jobs for workers […] less oil and natural gas for consumers and businesses.
So, if we tax big oil, they’ll get more outside oil. Or we will? Again, we’re hurting workers. But! There will be less oil and natural gas consumed. Okay.
- The U.S. oil and natural gas industry is one of the success stories of the American economy, supporting 9.2 million workers in good jobs that offer good wages and benefits. Additional taxes […] drive these jobs overseas…
Ah, here’s the problem: everyone works for the oil industry. If they can’t employ good Americans, they’ll employ good Arabians, Iraqis, Afghanis, Africans, or anybody else who will work for the benefits of exchange rates and lower property rates. And again, if taxes hit them, then Big Oil will hit American workers.
- Millions of Americans have seen their retirement savings shrink. Billions in new taxes […] will hurt millions of Americans whose retirements depend on mutual funds, pension and retirement plans that own oil company shares.
Not just any Americans, but old Americans. Grandma and Grandpa will starve thanks to oil taxes. If big oil gets hurt, so will grandma and grandpa.
- Plans to strengthen America’s energy security would be undermined since higher taxes would lead to less—not more—domestic oil and natural gas production. All reputable forecasts show that oil and natural gas will be required to meet the majority of America’s energy needs for decades to come. As the economy recovers, America will need all the energy we can produce. Higher taxes would rob the industry of the capital it needs to invest in alternatives and reduce supplies of the oil and natural gas needed as a bridge to the future.
We have to spend more oil. We have to. It needs to be consumed. I mean, look at it. Just sitting there. Oil. Man, remember back when we first found it and everyone was like ‘hurray!’ Yeah, well, let’s keep on doing that. Also, we’ll need more energy and apparently, going electric, which (by the by) uses gas, coal, and oil anyway, isn’t the right thing to do: it’s all about buying more oil for higher and higher rates. These new ‘renewables’ can’t account for the kind of energy that oil accounts for… unless we pay to research it, or make a competing industry. But with this tax, we won’t be able to have alternatives, we won’t have the oil and gas we need to have… more gas… and… more… oil?
- Current tax policies do not provide taxpayer subsidies to the oil and natural gas industry.
I didn’t include this paragraph because all it does is use angry adjectives to call the tax policy ridiculous. It’s all emotional appeal without reason. That being said, the above is true.
- There is a better way than saddling a troubled economy with new taxes that hurt American families.
American families. Again, we’re not hurting executives, we’re hurting the poor, the overpopulated, undereducated, the obese and the malnourished of America. But we’re also hurting the wealthy, the secure, the dysfunctional, the fit, and the emotionally underdeveloped. Higher taxes hurt the Rich… and the poor.
The problem is, I am biased: I want to see change. I don’t see how electricity, wind, solar, and bio are so bad. I do see how they are new and threaten the current business which is incredibly able to influence policy, and has been for the past eight years. I do see the ‘families’ argument. Taking down Big Oil a peg or two means hurting the common man, because Joe Worker works for the Company Store. He can’t work elsewhere, they’ve got the best benefits. They’ve got the most money, the most people. So if you take away that money, you put Joe on the street. And what did Joe ever do to you?
So how do you counter Big Oil? What do you if you support the taxes? So, what are these taxes about?
From Paul Davidson’s article in USA Today, 2/27/2009, located here:
The proposal would raise the following over ten years:
• $5.3 billion by imposing a new 13% excise tax on offshore oil and gas production in the Gulf of Mexico to close loopholes that gave companies relief from certain royalty payments.
•$1.2 billion by charging a fee on companies that don’t produce on their Gulf leases.
•As much as $10 billion by reinstating taxes to clean up hazardous waste sites.
•$11.5 billion by barring companies from writing off drilling costs, such as labor, and by limiting their ability to write off lease payments.
•$13.3 billion by scrapping a 6% tax deduction that benefits all U.S. manufacturers.
Industry profits in the U.S. totaled $125 billion in 2007, according to the Energy Department.
So, if we look at this, the costs are $42.3 Billion over the next ten years. If the Industry continues to make (we’ll measure on the weak side) $120 Billion a year over the next 10 years, then they’ll garner $1200 billion in profits. This means that these taxes will cost the industry 3.4%. Take that to an ‘unemployed populous’ and that makes 312,800 old American workers with families that Big Oil is putting in front of the ‘gun’ of new taxes. The answer for them should be in a growing Renewable Energy industry, or even in the oil-reliant Electricity Industry (which is oil… just used more efficiently).
If you’re one of the 312,800 outed by the big companies, odds are you’ll be in a renewable energy research job. Big Oil may have spent $188 Billion on ‘new energy,’ but they won’t want to be totally replaced. Their findings will probably be dubious, at best. The best way to get around this is through educational research and small company competition.
Make a small company that forwards alternative energy: America is founded on the spirit of the small company. Through labor, hard work, forward thinking, and diversity, the American economy can expand, even in the field of energy. One small competitor in oil can be quashed, but one that works with unrelated industries can find a way around large competitors who rely on foreign products, heavy traffic, grease, smog, and capsizing ships.
For the voting public, support the new tax. If you like monopolies, never mind. If you like clean air, increased efficiency, and a diverse job market, vote for the tax.
A Question of Details
UncategorizedHere’s the train of thought that came to mind recently:
“I want to work on initiatives within the theatre that encourage Green practices.”
“One such example would include using laminated bamboo in place of luon, for which the industry is using rainforest lumber.”
“Using laminated bamboo would require testing, mass production, and an owned site in order to match the lower costs of current alternatives.”
“If such a site was created and made commercially viable, then it would effect the luon trade.”
“If the luon trade were disrupted, would this help or hurt the rainforest?”
“How could one protect the rainforest?”
“Aren’t there miles of land protected around various Tourist locations around the world? Doesn’t tourism help fuel the economies of many developing countries?”
“Who is one of the biggest international Tourist groups?”
“How can people get Disney and other Tourist groups interested in the Rainforest?”
“How can these Tourism sites keep people out of the protected rainforest while still encouraging visitors to the sites?”
“How can local workers and current economies be drawn away from the rainforest and into the tourism business and still maintina their local culture?”
“How can all of this use green principles to help reduce costs in the long term.”
The Story of Spider Island
UncategorizedOnce upon a time, on a far away island in the middle of turbulent sea, there lived a tribe of people. These people were much like the people you see every day – two arms, two legs, a head, a torso, loins. They did the things that your people do: they ate bread, meat, vegetables; they sang songs, performed plays; they studied the philosophies of the world. They were a people like every other people. They lived at first on the south side of this island, a conic patch of soil with a dormant volcano in the middle. They spread over the island slowly, mapping it and studying it and living and dying on the island. Eventually, they lived in a great tribe that spanned the entire conic pile.
And as they studied the island, they learned much of its dangers. And they danced and they sung and they believed that above all, they must live and thrive and never die. Beyond all else, the people feared death: for of all things, the one thing that the people studied that they did not understand was dying. They knew all the properties of all the parts of the island, they knew how the island worked and how to make it work for them, but they did not understand death. So they made medicines and rituals and arts and philosophies to stave off death, and they lived longer and longer. And they kept making children, and living lengthy lives, and covering the island with people.
And one day they found that they could not feed everyone on the island. And they were faced with a choice: set out in the waters to find more food, or stay on the island and starve. And the people went to the water and they made rafts. And they found fish and fed their people and for a time, there was less starvation and the people were happy.
And as they ate more, they grew more, both in number and in age – they lived longer and longer and made more and more children.
And soon, the fish were not enough. And over time, there was not enough room for both the living and the dead on the island, and the people were crowded, and the people were hungry, and there were only so many rafts.
So a few of the people on the crowded island made boats that were stronger than rafts. But these boats took much lumber that people needed for houses and for food. And many of the tribe people were made angry by the creation of these boats. And the makers of these boats, the boatmen, fled into the waters.
But the tides turned against the boatmen, and while a few lonely boats made it safe into deeper waters, many of the boats returned to the island, their passengers barely alive, crashing onto the shores of the island.
The people of the island, seeing that the boats had failed, took the remaining passengers – those who were still alive – and brought them before the tribe elders, who gathered around the great fire, which brought heat, and knowledge, and purity to the food and water of the people.
And the elders of the island said
“these boatmen have traveled out into deeper waters, and have returned starved or dead. there is nothing out on the water but death.”
and the people said
“but there is nowhere on the island for more people. what are we to do? we are too many, we cannot feed ourselves, we cannot house ourselves. Cannot we head out onto the water?”
and the elders said
“the waters we do not know. We know the island, we know the people. Surely there is a solution in our infinite knowledge of this place. we do not need to go into the water. that way lies only death.”
and the people said
“then what shall we do?”
and then the eldest of all the elders spoke
“bring the boatmen to the fire.”
and the people obeyed, trembling.
“place the boatman on the fire as we would the water, for they have gone to the water, they are now the water.”
and the people obeyed, crying.
and they roasted the body of the boatman.
and after a time, the eldest elder spoke
“remove the body from the fire. leave the husk on display. we shall never again venture into the water.”
and the people obeyed in silence.
And the people starved and grew so numerous they knew not who was kin, and they knew not each other as people no longer, but as various animals upon a small place. And the tribe shattered, and war erupted, and no man trusted even his brother. And the elders vanished, retreating into their clans.
And after a time, the various tribes came to a peace, for they had slain each other time and again.
They said “we have seen that making too much life has led to war or starvation. We must again use our knowledge to guide us.”
And so the people stopped making children. They used their sciences to remove their organs from themselves and alter their forms and they stopped producing children. And over time, they grew fewer and fewer in number and had to rely more on their own personal talents for survival rather than working in groups. And the various clans convened, and spoke. They said:
” We are dying. We need to make children again.”
“But if we do so, we shall starve. We have been through both peace and war and both have led to pain.”
And the tribes all became silent with thought. After a time, the grandest grandson of the eldest elder, who had first had the boatman roasted, spoke.
“Why did we not eat the roasted boatman?”
And all the tribes in all their thoughts looked with shock at the grandest grandson of the eldest elder. And again he spoke,
“We have seen war and we have seen peace; and both life and death, left to their own devices, have left us bereft of our people. We control all parts of this island, we have even controlled life itself. Why not also control death?”
And the tribes all cried
“The waves are death. The sea is death. We have no control on that.”
And the grandest grandson cried back
“The waves are the unknown. Death may lie in their wake, but it also resides here, on this island. And it is our island. And we know all its secrets, so surely as we know life, surely as we know this island, we also know death. And so, in knowing, we can control it, and in so doing, we can control life.”
And the tribes people all spoke all once, in a fury. Finally, one voice from the crowd rang out.
“Then what shall we do now?”
And the grandest grandson replied
“We shall create life again as we have in days of old, yet we shall take it also. He who cannot survive on his own shall be consumed by those who can, and in so doing, we shall rid ourselves of the weak and create life without starvation.”
And the people again spoke in a thousand voices, rumbling.
And again, silence fell, and a voice rang out:
“We shall abide by your law, for in nothing else have we found solace.”
And the grandest grandson nodded. Then he looked with horror as the crowd descended on him.
At the place of the great fire, where once the elders had gathered, the many tribes reunited, and they took the grandest grandson, and made him the first of his tradition, and roasted him, and ate of him.
And this is when they began to change.
The people, one by one, became afraid if each other, and of the fire, and of being seen. They took to consuming each other, and over time, became recluses, hiding in all the secret places of the island. They turned inward over time, as they grewer fewer and fewer, and they began to change in form. They changed bodily. They grew extra arms and legs, becoming able to do many things at once. They grew extra eyes to see all around themselves, even in the darkness. They no longer knew each other, male nor female, but as one entity with all life inclusive, producing children whenever it consumed enough to do so. These creatures bore children more rapidly and in greater number than people, only to have their infants consume each other in the same competitive way as the rest of the people, leaving only the strongest to survive. They no longer fed on the plants of the island, devouring only animals and each other. They became deadly masters of their terrain, knowing it intimately and always for their own personal gain. And so it came to pass that the various tribes dissolved and never again knew peace nor war, but only a constant reproduction and consumption, a never ending tension of hunters and trap-layers.
And time passed. And the seas grew calmer. And one day, a fleet of boats returned, with white sails and great cargo holds of food.
And the grandest grandsons of the first boatmen returned to the Island.
They thought the place abandoned, for they saw no signs of life. They resettled the island, colonizing it in the names of alien places.
It was when their people began to dwindle and disappear that the grandest grandsons of the boatmen began to worry about the ghosts of their dead ancestors. Taking up arms from alien worlds, they worked together, scouring the island. After a time, they found a hiding place of one of the recluses. Its traps caught one of their band, and the rest stayed to save him.
With its superior knowledge of the island, the recluse ensnared all of the boatmen save one, who freed his fellows and carefully gathered them all together. But they were weak and needed rest, and the recluse lingered closer and closer.
Just when all seemed lost for the wayward band, the recluse was consumed by an even greater recluse, and the two locked in battle, attempting to slay each other. The band of boatmen trudged on, struggling toward their boat.
The smell of fresh, untainted meat tantalized the recluses all around the island, and the various monsters scuttled and battled their way to the group. As a seething horde of self-consuming monsters encroached on the boatmen, the small team used the last of their strength to board a boat, pull up anchor, and flee from the cursed isle.
In later years, the boatmen would write of their ancestral homeland, calling it ‘Spider Island,’ a land of cannibal monsters, and warned all other boatmen never to return there.
And that is the tale of Spider Island.
Appy Polly Logies
UncategorizedI had a heck of weekend. Many old friends were in town, it being homecoming weekend. That combined with the first ticklings of a nasal cold made for a very consequence driven weekend. Rather than stave off the cold and nip it in the bud, I of course, chose to live it up with old friends. Colds will come and go, but old friends may not always be around. So here it is Sunday and I have a terrible nasal cold.
The upshot if the cold is that I’m able to read Lawrence in Tennessee William’s short play I Rise in Flame, Cried the Phoenix, with a great sense of the character. I’m also able to enjoy my hot tea and canned soup. Yay!
The weekend has been jam packed, and I should have some more interesting bloggage for y’all later tonight. Stay healthy!

