Governing time-constant diversity

Maybe that is why I write this blog, I am anticipating my fantasy government will be my audience.   It would learn about me and figure out where I might be useful.  The current world mostly ignores me and I am absolutely fine with that.  At the same time, I am writing here to announce to the world that I am here, in case it wants to use me.

On masks, face shields, and vaccines: humans becoming extraterrestrials

The image reminds me of extra-terrestrial aliens in space suits walking in an alien world that has some kind of toxic atmosphere.   These are humans.   This is no longer their planet.   They are temporarily stranded on this alien world and hope that science will bring in their rescue ships, probably in the form of some kind of consciousness upload into an Internet cloud.

Thought logging

We are hearing claims that certain technologies such as machine learning are becoming more human like.   These advancements are providing benefits to humanity (as well as risks).   Similar consequences will come from having humans behave more machine-like, in particular to have each human log their actual unfiltered thoughts and feed those thoughts into a some big data store. Analysis may show that what seemed to be an outlier is actually our misunderstanding reality.

Audiences of Voices

My hypothesis is that men do have a tendency to prefer male voices for topics of high interest or importance, and that tendency is a consequence of the opportunity for a fruitful counterargument when we disagree.   I follow more male voices than female voices, because there are many more people I disagree with than I agree with.   I will listen to both sexes if I agree with them, but I will only follow men if there is a potential that I will disagree with them.    It is only with other men that I can have any chance of gaining anything through argument.

To my self 40 years younger: you know

Had you had that confidence at the age of 17, I’m confident I would be in a very similar situation as I am right now but with a memory of a life lived differently.   I can’t tell if it would be happier or not, but I do know I would have had more time for doing what I love most: solitude, contemplation, and living simply.   I’m guessing I would be here similarly situated but with more stories that I would be eager to tell.   My lack of confidence in what I knew to be true denied me those stories of living an authentic life.